@drraphaelmd continued)
Silver visibly stiffened at the archangels words, her eyes narrowed with distrust. Still, it’s not like she could get far. When the spear was driven downwards towards her, the Nephil had rolled in time to sustain a gash to her side. But inadvertently, this action had left her wing vulnerable to being stabbed through. Of course it pierced the forearm of her wing, just her fucking luck. Thank God the wielder had simply been a Sinner with one of the discarded angel spears. The heathen didn’t know how to use the damn thing, but still damage was done.
Ironic how the sudden appearance of an angel was far more unnerving than the demon. Despite the silvery blood seeping from the wounds, Silver was determined to not let him see her potentially as “weak”. She’d put up a fight at the slightest inkling of a threat.
“I’ve had worse. It’s fine.”












