Devilstrider looked up to see a woman yelling at him. He was muttering to himself. "I'm in control," the violence bubbling in him. The portal that appeared between them cut off his feeding and he snarled, but again the words poored out of his mouth "I'm in control." He looked toward the woman who had pried them apart. Registering her words and looking around. Harpies. Running civilians. He snarled. The violence in him was territorial. He did not like the Harpies in his area. He fought it down again and looked at a Harpy. He aimed carefully and blasted it out of the sky. Then another and another. As they hit the ground he sped toward one, touching it and draining it within a few moments, then he ripped its head off. 

All the while he fought the rage which seemed to be slightly less when dealing with monsters of this kind. "I'll help keep this area clear, Miss." He said to Traveler. He had completely dismissed Archangel. Instead doing his best to keep the Harpies occupied and away from civilians. If she was truly a good person, she'd recognise the bigger threat.