I warp space and distance, crossing the battlefield from place to place in less than a step, dodging the angel's beams. As I move, I create billions of massive three metre tall mirrors with razor sharp edges, special mirror shards created by reality warping that won't reflect the holy light, and they fill the battlefield for kilometres around, spinning around like the blades of a massive blender to try and shred the angels in their path. The mirrors have no visible edges - they are reflective on every section of their surface, and when they reflect the blackness of outer space around us, they blend in perfectly, appearing to seemlessly merge with the void. Every one of my movements is reflected in those billion mirrors, and my reflections are reflected, and the reflections of my reflections are reflected, until it is impossible to tell what is actually me and what is just a reflection of me. Even as the mirrors shatter as an angel strikes one thinking it to be me, I create more and more, replacing and increasing their numbers, and with every shattered mirror, more reflections appear in the shards.
As I move, a tumorous growth appears from my side and I yank at it, pulling a spiked fleshy pole free of my side, strengthening it and reinforcing with my powers. Then I stab the pole forward and as I do I warp distance once more to instantly bridge the gap between the pole's spike and Robo-Jesus's side wound. The holy fire around Robot-Jesus vanishes as it gets close to the spear, then reappears rushing towards Robo-Jesus rather than away from him - as the fire can actually do physical damage and melt things, it is subject to my natural attack reflection.