The air grew ominously tense as Azazel focused his vision onto the movements in the darkness above. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, his muscles tensing as he readied himself to strike. If the beast hadn't seen him then he thought of waiting for it to pass before moving again. However before he could gather any more thoughts, a blur shot out of the tree. Swift reflexes took over and the glimmering length of Azazel's blade came to light. He caught himself just as his legs were about to spring him forward, when the form of a woman landed before him. Though her clothing and markings were unfamiliar to him, she was clearly human beneath it all. He paused for a moment, his eyes darting between this strange woman and the rustling in the tree's, as she presented intentions for the moment. Even her body language told him, she was more concerned with whatever it was that rumbled through the canopy. "...And what of your companion up there?" Asked Azazel finally in a slightly presumptuous tone. The shadows beneath them danced slowly and subtly, spreading across the ground.