Damien looked up at once as he heard the swing, saw the Angel-for what else could she be? The humans tended to avoid public places now a days, not wanting to get caught up in the Angel and Demon war. They were never safe, of course, but humans had a way of putting those sort of thoughts aside. 

Damien licked his lips, pondering what he should do. He couldn't just stand there, and if he turned around, surely the Angel would notice. He didn't much relish having a blade in his back. Nor did he find he wanted to attack the Angel. 

"Stuck between a rock and a hard place" He sighed to himself, and continued to walk. Perhaps the Angel wouldn't notice him. 

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Niesha found that she couldn't stay in her apartment any longer, feeling like the walls were closing in on her. Grabbing her blade, she started out, practically leaping down the stairs n her eagerness to get out. When the fresh air washed over her, she took in several deep breaths, feeling better. She buckled her blade to her hip, and walked down the street. 

She wsn't expecting to be attacked, yet she still looked about as if she were being followed. She just walked, not knowing where she was going, jut walking. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew she couldn't do this any longer. Nor did she want to return to heaven. 

She let out a frustrated growl, and started to run.