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Fallen Angels, most supernaturals in fact, had far greater resilience than any human, and came with numerous special skills. Angels, both Pure and Fallen, could turn their skin to the density of solid iron or beyond. As a defence mechanism, it was superlative against most basic forms of attacks, and the more wings an Angel possessed, the more and more impressive the defence became.
That red gladius had pieced through her iron skin like a bullet through a balloon. While only a two-winged Fallen Angel, Armârôs the Lesser had trained herself to automatically solidify any area that was due to be struck and then, if the attack was particularly strong, to abandon fortification of all other areas to enhance the threatened area beyond what she could normally accomplish.
When her throat had been pierced, should have been like trying to pierce through a solid foot or two of iron, and he'd accomplished it with a fucking oversized butter knife!
'Oh, I will have my revenge, human boy.' Armârôs thought darkly. 'I'll have you begging for death by the time I'm done with you!'
"Well, well, well…if it isn't Armârôs the Lesser." A snide voice spoke up, emphasising the wounded Fallen's least liked part of her name. Armârôs glared at the entrance to the church, where a very beautiful woman with black wings stood. Dressed in what looked like a stripper's outfit that flaunted her curved and toned body to all who saw her, Raynare smirked back at her, unafraid of the other woman.
"Do tell why a rogue operative like you is in my bailiwick?" Raynare asked, forming a purple spear in one hand idly.
The wounded Fallen blinked before pointing at the wound in her neck sardonically.
"My, my, who did you piss off? One of the Devil Heiresses in town?" the nominal leader of the Fallen in Kuō asked. "They certainly ripped you a new one, whoever they were."
Armârôs shook her head firmly.
"Not them or their Peerages, eh? What about the migrant Yōkai?" Raynare asked before blinking at the other Fallen's head shake. "Was it a member of any of the Three Factions or the Court of the Kyūbi?"
Another head shake.
"Who then? You aren't going to tell me that it was a human who wounded you so badly, are you?" the scantily dressed Fallen joked, but her face went slack with disbelief at the firm nod that Armârôs gave her at that. "You…you are kidding, right? A human, who isn't an Exorcist or Stray Exorcist, did this to you? A human?!"
Another nod was her answer.
"This is…was he a member of the Khaos brigade?" Raynare demanded. "A collaborator with the Țepeș Faction? Any faction in the world?!"
At the continued denial of the Fallen before her, Raynare scowled. "OK, so…not affiliated with a faction, powerful enough to kick your ass…shit, a newly awoken Sacred Gear user."
A firm nod.
"Oh good." Raynare smirked cruelly. "I can eliminate the threat myself."
Armârôs jabbed a finger at her throat again, clearly entreating for aid.
"Sorry, but traitors to Lord Azazel are to be put down." The other Fallen said, making Armârôs' eyes widen. "Oh yes. You have officially been designated as a rogue; didn't you hear me at the start? Lord Kokabiel was most disappointed in you. Have no fear…as a favour for a fellow Fallen, I'll end it quickly."
With that, Raynare threw her Light Spear at Armârôs, piercing her through her forehead easily. With how weakened she had been by her injury, the fact that she hadn't been able to muster any kind of significant defence against the attack was unsurprising.
As the now-dead Fallen collapsed to the ground and began to dissolve into a cloud of feathers, Raynare turned to see Mittelt, a petite blond-haired Fallen Angel wearing a goth-loli dress, appear behind her, giggling at the death of her fellow Fallen.
"Serves her right for betraying Lord Azazel." Mittelt smirked. "So what now?"
"We keep an eye out for whoever the hell could fight a Fallen into a state like that." Raynare replied seriously, all traces of sadism and glee absent from her face and voice. "I hate her for betraying Lord Azazel, but Armârôs the Lesser was well known for being a powerful and ruthless fighter. The fact that she was weakened so badly that I was able to execute her with one strike is telling here. Could you have fought her to that point without losing a limb? I know I couldn't."
The Goth-Loli scowled. "No. no, I couldn't. But still, a human? Even if she underestimated her opponent badly, I find it hard to believe that even a Sacred Gear user could have reduced her into that state."
"I'm sure she thought so too…now look at her." Raynare jerked her head as the corpse finished dissolving into a cloud of feathers. "We take things carefully, we take things subtly. We find out who did this and then we capture the sonofabitch and bring him or her before Lord Azazel. I'm certain a Sacred Gear user that matched a Fallen, regardless of their power level, will be intriguing for him."
"And we'll get the reward!" Mittelt squealed happily. "You think of the best plans, Ray."
"Don't call me that." Raynare shook her head. "Anyway, get Dohnaseek and Kalawarner here, now. We have to prepare defences in case this mysterious Sacred Gear user comes knocking."
"What about that nutso Priest, Freed?" the smaller Fallen pulled a face. She acted nuts, but Freed made her look like a paragon of sanity by comparison.
"He's almost certainly from Kokabiel's faction like Armârôs the Lesser there." Raynare frowned slightly. "I think what he doesn't know won't hurt him…or us, if he decided to go nuts if he hears about it. More nuts than he already is, I mean."
"And if he does?" Mittelt asked.
"If he decides to act like a rabid dog, let him be put down like one." The older Fallen stated with a grimace, swiftly followed by a sneer. "He is experienced at slaying Devils, but not at dealing with Angels. We shall see exactly how good his skills are when facing an enemy his weaponry do not provide him a natural advantage against…should he push things that far, of course."
"Of course." Mittelt smirked. "I think we're gonna gave fun here, Raynare."
"So long as Lord Azazel is happy, so too am I." Raynare replied with a vicious grin. "Now go get our brethren. We have work to do."
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