He is prepared this time as Nick aims at him, already drawing in one kind of energy, ready to take and discharge the streak of blue lightning he anticipates when he realizes the human is attacking again. It will hurt, but he will manage it and they will not have long to attempt their rebellion against his message of peace before he --

His arm doesn't drop, but he stumbles and his wings flap like an enormous, awkward golden pigeon as his body is yanked forward. It's while he's off balance that it registers too late, far too late, that it's not blue energy rushing at him but something very physical. The correct response was not to anticipate energy but to lose his tangibility, but he is devastatingly solid and physical himself in the moment when the wicked hook punches through his wing, hollow bones shattering under the impact.