Pain.
That was what he was feeling. He was deeply embedded in the pile of rubble. With a giant white lance sticking out of his shoulder. It went all the way through his armor's plating and to the other side.
He remembered what happened. It was so quick he only reacted on instinct. Tilting his body so quickly he tweaked a few of his spinal bones. But he could tell they had already repaired themselves. What was more concerning was the giant lance that was protruding from his body.
He reached up with his right hand and grabbed the white lance. Slowly pulling it out of his shoulder. He could have pulled it quickly except it was still trying to push him back. The only reason it could not was because it had lost momentum. That angel must have had the lance flying quickly before bringing it through the portal.
