*Yes. Yes, stupid remarks are a good way to piss off the angel, as suddenly a metaphorical fire appears in her eyes as Tyr finally experiences and immense pain through his chest as the enraged Helel tosses Tyr to the ground, her bloodied-or Tyr'd daiklave gleams in her right hand, apparently the source of Tyr's pain.*
You don't get it at all. You don't understand a single **** thing right now Tyr, do you?
*The angel directs the tip of the daiklave at Tyr, as a crackling anima of golden and white light streams from the angel, forming into an extremely intimidating display of power, forming into a phantasmal image of a huge bird of prey. If any humans were around, they would likely be fleeing in absolute, supernatural terror, while even a being like Tyr is probably experiencing a VERY real terror running down his spine. As she speaks now, her voice practically BOOMS with authority*
Get up Tyr. Apparently that... taint from my energies is too great, and my words don't look like they'll be able to maneuver around that. That being the case, I'll have to strip them from you by my blade, Lumoth!
*the angel doesn't bother to wait for Tyr to get up as she leaps at him, her daiklave aimed at his chest*