Shira had watched in horror as the gleaming sword had come barreling down on her, quickly she closed her eyes. Her body forming into a rigid ball, quite and still, not even daring to breath. Suddenly a female voice cut through her terror, amazed and filled with curiosity she looked up. A beautiful creature stood next to her long blonde hair, fair skin, and black wings. They delicately hung from the woman’s back, giving her a mysterious aura. Shira was awestruck by the women, but again the Ogre’s voice cutting Shira’s focus on the angel.<br/><br/><br/>Hearing the Angel’s warning fear crept over her skin. But nothing could have prepared her for what would come next. The blood pouring from the Ogre’s arm, the clang of the metal against the earth, the dull thud of his arm hitting the ground. Shira was frozen in horror as his head was cut off. Without another thought he had fallen right there speckles of his blood coated her garbs. Shira swallowed hard as she looked at the lifeless body as the blood began to pool around it. The Angels voice bringing back her attention again her blue eyes darting up to meet the Angels. Shira say the outstretched Angel’s hand and  looked back at the Ogre’s lifeless body and shook her head “No” she croaked as droplets fell onto her cheeks. Shira’s hands having a mind of there own grabbed for a lifeline anything to keep it afloat. Shira had never before seen the death of a creature like this before. Even as she cried for the Ogre a part of her knew it would have come to some sort of violence.<span style="font-style: italic">”What a sad world we live in”</span>she thought to herself as her tears calmed, a slight hiccup, and the last of her tears showing streaks. “I should say thank you for saving me, I am called Shira. May I ask your name?” she says as she begin to find her bearings and no longer wanting the remainder of the Ogre’s body.