The Motherless unleashes its rope toward the paladins below frozen in fear (and his wife is too close to this creature that could easily drain her of all her energy, all her life, her heart), and Wrath reacts with demonic speed, teleporting mid air to stop the rope before it can even reach the two men below it. He swipes the dagger across the rope, severing it in one blur of motion, shadows and sparks of gold surround him.

With the cord gone, the paladins run back where they came from, away from the danger. And Wrath flashes the cold, dark creature of shadows a predatory grin before he launches himself at It instead in a flurry of teleportation and swings from his blade.

He knows it has never met anything like him before.

Let the devil make it know fear as it has wielded it against others with no king to lead them - long, deep slashes into the shadows of it by Wrath's blade. Ice pouring off of him toward its limbs in an attempt to freeze it. It makes an unholy sound that only has Wrath's smile widening. But it is threatened, calling for its friends.