Camael stood and moved to a more tactical position. She could already feel Abaddon nearing, and a tug in her stomach informed her that no, this second meeting wouldn't be good. She closed her eyes and sent a prayer to the Creator, asking for strength and guidance. When she opened them, her wings were present, all six of them cradling her. In front of her was a flaming sword, it's light as bright as the burning sun itself. It was the very same sword that shunned Adam and Eve from Eden, and as such, it held ancient powers that only skilled angels could properly wield. She grabbed it, feeling the power run in her veins, and prepared for battle. Abaddon was a powerful demon, and Camael wasn't going to take any chances.

Her lips were pressed in a thin line as she felt Abaddon's arrival grow near. "Welcome," she greeted, knowing that Abaddon would have no trouble hearing it.