[center][h3]The Angel[/h3]
[i]Day 2, Evening, 2254[/i]
Roanne, Zadkiel, Ian[/center]


[i][b]This bitch is clearly, ARc. Put a round in her fucking head and lets move on Ian[/b][/i]


[i]Shut your whore mouth Alex before I flay you back into insanity you dumb bitch.[/i]


[i][color=red]Prey?[/color][/i]


[i]Holy fuck not you too Nashiel go back to playing with something sharp you damn animal[/i]


[i][color=red]I’m going to eat your heart, Koshmar[/color][/i]


Ian blinked a few times at the internal dialogue his eyes tracking the sword in the angels hand. While the three of them were having it out internally Ian was still trying to determine if he was going to need the .45 he’d just holstered or if she was perhaps the victim of something?


[i]If she was the victim why did we see her headed towards this alley at approaching the sound barrier.[/i]


[i][color=red]Kill her. Be safe.[/color][/i] 


A vein in Ian’s temple bulged as the comments kept coming internally before he finally growled out loud. “Y’all need to shut the hell up.” Realizing his face had contorted into a snarl and that he probably looked like a freak and for sure dangerous now he sighed and rolled his eyes before turning back to the angel standing back away from him sword not quite pointed at him. This had really gone sideways; try and be helpful for once and it all fell apart. It was starting to feel like all he could do nowadays was kill people effectively. That was what the academy had trained him to do but at the time they had been dealing with threats directly to the Essence of the World and to the institution itself. 


The memories of the Illuminati assault on the academy still came bubbling up out of the muck of his memories occasionally. It had been a dark day for everyone; it was also coincidentally the day most people realized just how deadly Lazarus and Solus were. Atleast the students had; the other faculty had just received a reminder of the fact. “Yeah, they don’t which is why I put it away. As for walking away I can’t. At Least not officially.” Tugging Fidrieon from its sheath on his left hip he twisted the nickel plated flute in his left hand. I am the long arm of the Academy unfortunately. Which means that I certainly have some leeway in what I get to do as compared to a peacekeeper but given that you ran a demon though I’m fairly certain that is still grounds for execution in Loom.”


[i]Hypocrit[/i]


[i]Stuff it[/i]


“Not that I plan on tattling, I just need to know what happened.” 
[i]Cause if you are an ARc member then we’d have to put a bullet through your pretty little skull[/i]


Ian did his best not to acknowledge the fact Koshmar had a decent point. With a smooth practiced motion Ian slid Fidrieon back into the leather case on his left hip and kept his hands away from the gun on his right hip. Realistically Fidrieon was a significantly deadlier threat but very few people save those who’d see the Academies musicians in action knew just how potent the Fragments were when in the hands of a master. Sure the students were something to be worried about but in the last few years the new waves of full fledged Musicians had shown that while the Essence of the World might be gone; her power still walked the streets of Loom in the hands of her chosen. 


Looking over his shoulder Ian wondered how long it would take before someone noticed the mess. This could get really bad; luckily Hazumi wasn’t still watching otherwise no doubt there would be peacekeepers breathing down their necks within a few minutes.


[i][color=red]Angel[/color][/i]


[i]Yes. We know she’s an angel[/i]


The inflection from Namshiel was off. Koshmar assumed the demon was making an observation about the one in front of them. The word didn’t seem to indicate that was the intention of the word. Then again Namshiel was rarely complicated, maybe Koshmar was right?


[i][color=red]Phone call[/color][/i] 


There it was. The predator had picked up on something they had forgotten to consider. There [b]Was[/b] someone coming. It was just a matter of time. Which meant that he was working with bored time as far as this confrontation was concerned. That and he had no back up. Yet. 

[@Fairess]