[A Cold Day]

Once the frozen Sekhmet is free, Zophiel lets go over her (thinking the other Sekhmet would be the best option to fly her out) and pushes off the wall to dislodge his sword.
He falls for a bit, which
unfortunately
leaves him too far from the two to actually do anything. There's nothing he could really do fast enough, anyway, to stop those two from flowing into each other, but. . .if he was closer, he would at least try something. Already too far, though, so.

His wings start flapping, to stop his fall. "Fly upwards!" he shouts. "Watch out! We'll sort this out when we're safe!" he then promises.

The paladin puts the sword away and flies sideways to avoid a falling chunk of ceiling.
He still needs to retrieve his other sword. He pulls on a transparent thread, and the black web below collapses; he starts reeling in the sword that's down low.