Angel - 10

"I am afraid I must depart." 

Vahn spoke, his voice somber against the fading sunlight. The glass in his hand twirling a speck of wine. Wine that he downed with one last look to the angel.

Vahn rose, placing the glass back down upon the table, then threw a couple pieces of gold. Enough for the current meal and twice more.

"I am sure that you know what that means."

"Of course."

And with that he turned his back, ignoring the whispers of the wind, placing his coat over his shoulder.

Gabriel merely watched, the wind battering against him as the streets grew dimmer. With the dimming of the light came also the dimming of the newly departed carriage.

There was only one last light, a glimmer that spoke of many things.

Gabriel waved his hand, and out came another. Rosa. She stood gracefully by his side before sitting at the opposing seat.

Gracefully she ordered a new dinner. Waiting for her lord to begin.

"Are they ready?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes. Of course they are not as strong as we would have liked but it will do. As long as this goes to plan."

Gabriel leaned forward, a smirk on his face as he turned to Rosa.

"Is that doubt I hear?" Gabriel brought his face up, freeing his hand to rub the chin of Rosa.

Flustered, Rosa turned her own head and in the process just illuminated the blush on her fair skin.

"Of course not, it's a simple fact that plans do not always go accordingly."

"So it is doubt."

Before Rosa was given a chance to respond Gabriel rose. Standing from his seat and departing. His wings glowing like some sort of flashlight as he left Rosa.

A single wink and she understood.

"That man… he'll be the death of me." No matter how pessimistic it sounded to the outside observer, she still sighed longingly, amusement in her eyes as she watched him jump over roofs, and leap through alleys.

Rosa merely focused on her food, stuffing herself with the least amount of grace that she could afford. After all she had a reputation to uphold, for both her lord and for herself.

Not that she cared much for her own reputation. It was quite amusing, fun even, to do these things. 

And so, within minutes she was stuffed. 

Rosa walked through the door, barely paying mind to those that had stayed longer than she. As those people were drunk out of their minds.

High off of the atmosphere.

Either way they were of no consequence.

Rosa leaped upon a roof, making no noise as she did so. 

A skill that had recently become ingrained in her. Of course it had, as she needed to keep up with her lord's antics.

It wouldn't do for her to be discovered.

With another leap Rosa was off, following the faint trail of feathers he had left, all for her. It warmed her heart to know that he cared so much.

That he thought of her even as he went off to do whatever it was that he was going to do.

Minutes passed as she leaped from alley to alley, from rooftop to rooftop.

All until she was met by a wall. To be exact the east wall. It was quiet, as was to be expected.

But what was not quiet was the fight that was happening at the time. Of three would be assassins and her lord.

Once again she sighed, her hand gracing the hilt of her sword.

Her eyes closed once more and she gained that focus she was famous for. The situation was clear.

Although Gabriel could handle it all on his own, it would behoove her not to help. 

She leapt from her perch, using the momentum she had gained from the fall to cut the hand from one of the assassins.

It would have been his head had he not reacted.

"Another" he muttered. 

Looking at the three it was clear that they knew their situation. Knew that they would not survive the night.

It was resolve that faced both Gabriel and her though. Not fear, not an attempt at escape. Resolve to at least cripple if they were not able to kill.

"Damnable assassins" She cursed under her breath.

"Of course they are, they have no choice."

She turned as fast as she could, slashing with all of her strength.

"Ah- Ah- Ah- none of that." 

The voice was graceful, a quality that was hard to convey.

"We have the same objective, but it would ruin my fun to have you interfere."

Rosa looked up, and in the midnight air she could have mistaken the girl in front of her for another angel. Born of the same mother of Gabriel.

But it was clear that she was not, for she lacked the most important part, the wings.

"Name yourself." Rosa demanded. Even then there was no heat in her words. It was something about her that just disarmed her for some reason.

"Hmm~ It wouldn't be that fun if I did so though."

"That was not a question."

"Ah, but what will you do about that?"

And with that final word she disappeared. It was not as if she was gone, Rosa could tell that for sure. 

Yet she was not able to tell where she was, or what she had done.

There was an opportunity in all of this, to help Gabriel once more. There was no doubt that he already knew that she was here.

She had already cut the arm of one of the assassins. Yet to be so forcefully taken away from battle.

Rosa looked down back to the battle, where two of the three were already dead. Their necks severed with precision.

Surprisingly the one that had survived was the one that she had cut the arm off of. Really, cowardice it must have been.

Or something more, as with a closer look it was likely that he was doing something.