Fenn’s lips pulled back, displaying his teeth at the change in the little lord’s disposition. He had recognized the bird from their previous assault on an angel stronghold, though at that time the angel had only managed to deliver a warning threat before he was led away by a certain witch that had been following him and the imp. 

Whether this change in attitude had been borne of recognition or from pride, the disdain Fenn felt in the words would have been enough for him to jump at the angel’s throat in different circumstances. It was because circumstances were as they were that his irritation at the little lord’s threat was overshadowed by his amazement of the angel’s short-sightedness, and his disappointment for the Nephilim half-breed for throwing his lot with them.

“Your master is a damned fool,” the hound growled, addressing the angel champion flanking the smaller one. “You should stab his head on a pike, before he visits that fate on the lot of you.”

“Watch your tongue, mutt,” he answered. “You are not being spoken to.”

The hound snorted rudely, returning his attention to the little lord. “You were not present for the sundering of the first seal, where in their zealousness to prevent its destruction, two groups sharing the same goals confronted each other in a meaningless battle and furnished the enemy with the tools they required for its destruction. And now, because we refuse to repeat the latter mistake, you wish to pursue the former?” Even through the hound’s lupine features, his disgust at the smaller angel was palpable. His eyes turned to regard Lily and he commented, loud enough for all to hear. “It would seem we must trade one mistake for another, Imp. Mayhaps we would be better served by leaving and allowing these fools to do as they please. Perhaps then they shall have none to blame but themselves for their failings.”

“Now, now, Fenn. Let us not be hasty,” Lily chimed in with a chilly smile. She stepped into his periphery, eyeing him shortly before turning her attention to the angel, smile vanishing. “I do [i]not[/i] appreciate you threatening those I care for, Kushiel. Not now. Not ever, especially not when there are far bigger fish out there than you or I.” Her brows furrowed and she took half a step forward, just enough to put herself in between her companions and Kushiel. [i]”Sevrin[/i] is out there. He destroyed the first Seal, stole the Yamato, and he is on his way [i]here.[/i] 

“The snake [i]has been[/i] here. We had best hope he has not left.”

Lily ignored Fenn save a brief glance, letting him know that she knew. “If you are still incapable of thinking past your own ego and insist on attacking us, then I will gladly kill every single one of you to keep [i]your war[/i] from engulfing this realm.” 

She raised her hand and the air started to shift and shimmer as if heating up. A crack split the silence following her words, a long, black spear, cracked with crimson lines from butt to the dark-metal blade materialized in her hand. She slammed the weapon into the ground hard enough to crack the stone underneath. “Our job is to stop him from destroying the seal, and I will do anything to stop that from happening. So I give you this, Kushiel. Leave your petty animosity by the wayside and help us find Sevrin. Or don’t, let him destroy the seal, and come one step closer to see everything we’ve all worked for come [i]undone.”[/i]