Rizel merely watched as the creature stayed down, bloody and defeated and most of all, dead. Though its kin would not take kindly to such an injustice even beasts have a mind, and as such a beast of high calibre would be expected retribution from its own kind, however what brought Rizel's attention further into play was the warrior whom was faced to the ground, such an impact would have killed lesser men and the armour would have been more of a burden than a savoir of lives, and yet there was an essence that clouded the atmosphere around such a man perhaps to the uncanny eye there was more than a sword and metal skin.<br/><br/>However by that time his own insignia began to burn within the crevice of his patched eye, unlike most Diablos brought on pain for relief and as such being an unwilling host he hoped to inflict as much pain as he could even if he were bound to a soul that inhabited flesh and bone, such a pain was hard to disguise but none the less Rizel tried, his wings fluttered as the searing burn burrowed deep, not a physical manifestation but one purely of the mind, and as such Rizel was more ashamed to show the insignia of the God that shared his soul and if such a view were to get out that would become more pain to him than any damage Diablos could put upon such a creature.<br/><br/>In the outside world, Rizel stood there strong his blade gripped upon the hilt of his blade as such a sword vibrated a swift energy of lightning, before dissipating into its original state of a rune sword, its writing glowing with the purity of a baby blue sky and the harmony of the energy was unsettling to those who were that of a dark nature, more so than what creation had originally intended, instead of interaction Rizel studied the situation he was in, looking at the physical appearance of the man that appear before him, the scent of rich justice and an unholy bane was surrounding such a being which told Rizel of a nature intended to battle against Evil rather than neutral forces and defiantly not Good.<br/><br/>The Gria instead opened his wings once more but instead of flying away, he stretched, his wings covering a large part of the Earth around him he stood there as his wings portrayed what he was thinking, a good rest and perhaps a bed of course a bed was out of the question and the helm of the Gria kept a concealed smile only for a moment before his attention was strung back to what had just happened, the blood of the bird like beast had stained the floor and even the electric charge it left behind was enough to cause the soil around it to unsettle making it difficult to place a steady step before vibrations quickly jolted your leg.<br/><br/>But in either case Rizel stood there pondering on what was to come and which direction to take.