an angel

It was on the final day of battle. The armies of your country had fought their way to the enemy capital. You started the battle with a mighty spell which crumbled their walls. Hordes of soldiers rushed in, the final battle was about to be won.

But then, without warning, the clouds broke open. A large beam of light shone out and a company of angels came down. Those bastards had summoned them to aid them in their hour of need.

The angels were magnificent creatures. They were beautiful beings with large white wings. They wore golden armor, adorned with white cloth and wielded swords that were on fire.
Hundreds of your soldiers died. They were losing their morale and it wouldn’t take long until they retreated. You would not allow that.

You joined your forces and took down the angels one by one. One was consumed by a fireball, another zapped by lightning. There was even one that got downed by a gist of wind and was torn apart by your warriors.

That was when you noticed her. She was one of the angels and she was absolutely gorgeous. You simply had to capture this one for yourself.
It took you quite a while, but eventually you had her trapped in a magical field. This battle was done for you, The soldiers could fight the rest.
You later heard your actions had rallied the army resulting in the battle to be won.

You were now back in your wizard tower. The angel had been safely trapped in a magical prison.