The rage was a tsunami, the torrents of anger swept through her to break on the barriers of her own self control. They held firm, the deep resounding thud of her heart beat reverberating in her ears as the fiery summoner swept towards her. Astraea halted eyes closing for the briefest second as she embraced the anger allowing it to sweep through her, blood rising as she searched, hoping for that moment when the anger turned to malice, when the summoner would reveal her true colours and Astraea would finally have her chance to strike. She would not hesitate, the moment she felt the fires of anger morph, those blazing flames sullied by blackness.

“You… R’heon… Your title requires the subdual of a single demon. My abilities have halted hundreds!” 

She stammered and stuttered before her, eyes blazing burning at the deep green pools of Astraea's emotionless face. She held it deliberately hoping to provoke a response yet the anger died down to a simmering heat trapped beneath a pool of cool water.

“Maybe she’s right.”

The woman pushed past her and Astraea did not impede her, not deigning to turn round her attention turning to the group before her. 

She had known Tatiana's reaction, expected it even relished in the potential explosion. It was the rest of the room she had to convince.

“Four is plenty… Four will succeed.....But one is enough…”

Very epic, Astraea suppressed a smirk even as she heard the door bang open and the summoner disappeared.

Her mouth was hardly open even as Galahad blurted out the summoners name. His instinct stung a little. She was always polite and respectful yet their bond was nil to even distaste on his part. Her prowess as a warrior was impeccable she knew that... yet he seemed to have more respect and affection for a half breed summoner whose slovenly ways and undisciplined air spat in the face of Lanostran tradition.

Galahad seemed tired and drawn as he addressed mother Elsiheva with the slightest of bows expressing his empathy of her plight and their support, his eyes filled with dissapointment as he brushed past her his words for her alone. They bit at her

"We're supposed to be a team.  Not bickering schoolchildren.  I suggest you remember that."

The last vestiges of Tatiana's anger spurred her to retort at full volume her voice chasing him at the door.

"You know much of war Galahad but if you knew what I know about what fuels the heart of daemons the thought of her summoning a new breed that can wound 2 of our brethren would make your toes curl" 

She turned to Mother Elisheva, the anger draining away her own face drawn and tired.

"I am outvoted by my group but I would give you the same warning. Would you really feel easy knowing that a single slip and you would find those creatures you faced today tearing at your flesh?"

She gave a small sigh and turned to the door.

" I will attend to your colleague and be at the stables shortly."