Striking True
Scanning the battlefield, the dark cloud and the divine light noticed one of the beings of painfully blinding white light slip away from the clash with the supermassive primordial gestalt with feminine characteristics. This, to the Darkness and God, was none other than Lucifer, preparing to trick the enemy combiner that had preoccupied his three brothers.
In the heat of battle, the true warrior Michael and the makeshift warriors Raphael and Gabriel delivered strike after strike upon their resilient Leviathan adversary. In that same heat, the latter noticed what appeared to be the dead form of its mate, the combiner with masculine characteristics.
"Well," the confidante expressed heavily, "Lucifer is playing dead quite nicely."
It came to a point where the four Wheels had drawn their target far away enough from the main battle that the second brother could alter his form to mimic that of the distracted target, without the main target noticing. He did so, giving the false impression that the distracted target was dead.
"It's the only way to get that monstrosity of a combiner to lose focus," clarified the confidant.
Indeed, upon noticing what appeared to be a corpse, the combiner with feminine characteristics became double-minded, between going berserk towards the visible archangelic opposition and dashing towards the object of grief. Adaptability had given way to rage and desperation. Once a certain distance was closed, however, the false form disappeared and the archangel within emerged, striking true with all his primordial might.
The blow was luckier than Lucifer had anticipated. The original Leviathan with feminine characteristics had been knocked out. Once the deed was done, the four brothers proceeded with the rest of their attack as well as the immensely arduous task of breaking up the vanquished foe before them, before it could recover in the slightest.
"That's it?" questioned the Darkness, "They're just gonna stick around here and chop up this beast while Michael's creations soldier on against the remaining Leviathan gestalt way over there?"
"Like what the plan called for," God reminded her, "This Leviathan combiner, not that one, is the more dangerous one in the long run, and so it has to be broken up into the individual monsters that make up the monstrosity."