The animals began to move away from the noise and danger to the far end of the fence. They weren’t in a panic but they did rush to put more distance in between them and the source just to be safe. Aoba pushed past them, having to force his way through in order to make room for himself. The demon was the only thing on the archangel’s mind at the moment, so Aoba went unnoticed for the most part. He was fine with it staying that way. For some reason, this fight was one of the rare few, if not the only one, he didn’t want to hide away from and maybe it was because Kuro was in more immediate danger than he was. He wasn’t sure yelling at the angel to ‘stop’ would be effective help, but maybe… just maybe that distraction was enough. Or maybe seeing Aoba would cause the archangel to jump further to conclusions and be even more furious. 
 
Unfortunately, Aoba couldn’t properly pull his thoughts together in order to come up with a real plan of action because Kuro decided that he wasn’t going to let the fight drag any longer than it needed to be. Seeing the scythe made Aoba’s heart stop for a moment, but faster than he could realize it, Aoba’s wings snapped open and he was off his feet. “N- KURO WAIT!” The smaller angel flew up from behind Kuro, his body casting a shadow over the both of them briefly before he was soon swooping down at the archangel. Like a hawk catching prey, Aoba reached out instinctively grabbed above the archangel’s head. Upon contact, his halo appeared and glowed making Aoba latch on as tight as he could. 
 
Aoba wasn’t sure if he was thinking properly but even if he was, the two both crashed into the ground. The archangel howled in more surprise than pain as he hit his head on the ground. The sudden whiplash rendering him unconscious for a few minutes. Aoba on the other hand was too close to the ground to make a proper landing and crashed ungracefully into the ground, sliding a few feet away. He groaned as he slowly stretched one wing from under him and then the other from the awkward position it was in. As he stood, Aoba staggered a bit, instantly clutching his side when he felt a sharp sting. It was followed by a wet, and warm sensation that made him look down. The end of his shirt was tattered, but under that was a somewhat deep slice just above his hip. He had spotted the sword, but didn’t realize he’d still be readied to strike. 
 
The holy energy that radiated off the sword made him numb to the actual pain, but the tainted energies fighting it made him a bit hazy. That and probably the loss of blood. The angel wasn’t as frantic about the injury as he was most things, but he did slowly sit back down. “M’gonna need to...stitch this.” The realization of what he had done set in and he looked up at Kuro with worried eyes. “I… Okay don’t be mad. I wasn’t trying to… Okay maybe it looked like I was trying to defend him but that- he-... If you did that the rest of them would have showed up. Archangels they fly in packs and, and the rest they wouldn’t- I didn’t want to see- Ahh, sorry I should’ve went to the barn!” Aoba was having a hard time formulating full sentences, trying to make sure that Kuro knew he wasn’t trying to get them both killed and he wasn’t trying to ‘save’ someone who probably didn’t care that much for him. Aoba wasn’t sure if any of that was coming across correctly, nor was he entirely sure if he knew what he was trying to say. 
 
A second energy got close enough for him to sense and he looked up with wide eyes. [i]’Oh no.’[/i] “I should… I shouldn’t have done that.” He was fighting his own morals, wanting to protect the angel doing his job, but knowing that it was best if… well if Kuro kept the barn safe for the both of them. Aoba bit his lip and pressed against the wound. “I can...I can fix this. Yeah, I can fix this. Just some stitching, no problem.” Aoba was moreso mumbling to himself as he started to pull the bloodstained shirt off. This was the second shirt that was bloodied in the matter of two days and he was really hoping it wouldn’t become a consistent thing.