there was a low scoff, a look that silently said ‘seriously?’ when the gun was pointed and aimed her way. it would hurt her, sure, but it wouldn’t do any fatal damage if she was lucky enough to hit her. carmen however, was not keen on the idea that her gorgeously expensive ( not that she paid for them ) clothes would be ruined by a bullet hole. “no, i’m not.” a simple answer, a truthful one, no, she wasn’t doing this, but she was old enough to know exactly what did. “i want you to stop talking.” she gave her a tight-lipped expression before her body twisted more towards the noise, brown eyes cast outward, awaiting the being to turn the corner. “you don’t. but if you’re willing to risk getting your eyes burned out too, by all means, shoot.” somehow she felt like she knew the girl wouldn’t ( and if she did, well shit ) so her eyes didn’t even glance back, they glued instantly to the tall, slim man who cocked his head and stared right back at them. this man? he was an angel, one who had a vice-like grip on the arm of a black-eyed demon who was only upright because of it. “what a rare sight.” he mused, curved of his lips that looked so wicked the average person would never believe an angel could ever sport it. “i haven’t encountered one of your kind in a very long time.” he added, making carmens red lips smile ( only because she didn’t care what he was, what he was doing or even what he could do now. ) “right back at you. you’re making quite the mess.” she tweaked a brow, noticing how his attention had diverted onto the human. “no more than needed. rest assured the humans inside are now at peace.” in heaven. but the thought didn’t offer any sort of comfort. “you. what is your purpose out here?” he asked rhiannon with a neutral face. her answer? probably depended on whether she lived past the next ten seconds. then again, it didn’t seem like he actually cared at all, which prompted an inward eye-roll from the trickster. “she’s with me.” ugh, even the words left a bitter taste in her mouth. stepping around, she was strategically putting herself in the middle of them, of course, if he wanted to zap to the girl he could, it was more a show of possession than anything else. “and i’ll get awfully pouty if you steal her away.” the pout she displayed was a cute, amused one that surprisingly brought a light twinkle to the angels eyes, though whether that was a good thing? she had no idea.
there was a moment where she thought was she being stupid for even considering lowering her weapon, she was conflicted but relented in the end. what was she going to do? remain stood with her weapon aimed and not fire, because she knew she wasn’t going to. there was apart of her that was believing the stranger--- even despite what she knew she could do and right now? it was sixty forty, hence the reason why she had put the safety cap on, quietly sliding the gun back into the holster it was previously tucked into as another figure appeared. she didn’t say anything, she even stopped moving at the exchange between the pair. it was curious but she stilled her features, keeping them straight as she controlled her breathing. the only thing giving her away was the beat of her heart as her adrenaline suddenly rushing through her body. she could see how calm they both were and she felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb, they both were not human and if she was reading this situation correctly, they both were ancient. which, annoyingly, the woman was right, her gun was useless. the huntress wanted to say she was leaving when the directed question met her, but her delay in response? perhaps a godsend as she watched the other.. what? shield her? her brows furrowed in confusion, the giveaway on her features lasted seconds but it was enough to be noticed. “the human is your new pet?” she could see the hint of amusement behind the male’s eyes, even despite the blank expressions he sported. he even took a step around to see more of her, his hands now behind his back. there’s an arch to his brow as he studies what he could see, his vision not being able to miss the firearm. rhiannon suddenly found herself practically jumping in shock as she felt something warm and getting increasingly hotter against her leg, looking down she can see the metal of her gun melting against her, “what the-----” she gasped, instantly releasing the clip of her holster, making it drop to the ground. “shit.” she pulled the arm of her sleeve over her hand and started to rub her thigh, trying to get the remains off of her body. she could see the fabric to her jeans having torn away. she could feel the burn, it was throbbing. she takes a step away. “what the hell was that?!” she figured it was the man--- whatever he was, he did it without even touching her. the angel soon brings one hand from behind his back and with a small motion she finds herself being forced to walk closer, like an invisible force was dragging her forward and once she was more exposed and not behind carmen, she stops. rhiannon tries to lift her feet to move away, but she can’t. it’s almost like she’s stuck. “and the human serves a purpose?” he’s asking the trickster now, and the huntress turns her head to face her, she doesn’t say anything, she sees herself remaining alive that little bit longer if she stayed silent.