Damien stopped to stare at her once more. Her blue eyes, and strange coloured hair were apeasing. He shifted, and frowned when she said she wasn't going to attack him. Was she playing him, trying to see if he was a fool, if he would believe her?

He shifted, wary, but something made him believe her. He cleared his throat, and said, "I am not going to attack you, either, little Angel" his voice was musical, as if it were silk made into noise. "What is an angel doing out by herself, in such a dangerous world?" He asked, giving her a smirk, then he went up to her, leaving his weapon were it was. 

"I'm not going to hurt you, little angel" he said, placing his hands on the swings chains, and giving her a slow, deliberate push, throwing her out of her gentle rhythm, as if he was nothing more then a mere human. It wasn't often that he came across an angel that didn't want to kill him, and there was something about her that just made him want to push her. "I've killed enough, I think, that I can spare one angel"

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Niesha eventually fell into a walk, still not knowing where she was going, but knowing she just wanted to find a place where she didn't have to worry about fighting, even for five minutes. This was ruined by the fact that she could sense a demon,

she yelled in complete and utter frustration. "You may as well bloody come out, I can sense you there, daemon" she said, yet she didn't go for her weapon. Why was the demon hiding? It didnt make sense? She looked about, and turned towards an ally, sensing it there.