If the devil was a man of time keeping, then he was sure to do his duty that night. Beads of sweat dropped over Armas' face like tears of a broken man. He kicked Finch again, his heels riding in until she stopped and threw him forward. His wings caught him and he didn't bother to stop the moment his eyes caught that smokey black rising up over the forest.<br/><br/>His feet kicked up leaves, he was so unsure what to do that by the time he kicked off into the air he was breaking down tree limbs in desperate effort to jump through them. Finally at the end if the deadwood, Armas hit lush forest and tore his way up into the air until he was right over the fire's smoke. His wings stopped at the sight if familiar clothing crumpled beneath a larger darker form and his blood boiled to the point he could have thrown his guts up.<br/><br/>Thoughts of her being harmed made his landing less than perfect and he dropped to one knee because he let his wings fold up to fast. "Bastard, do you know<span style="font-style: italic">who</span>you're touching?!" He screamed, briskly walking up behind him as he grabbed for his shirt.<br/><br/>Inhaling, the scent of blood filled his nose and suddenly he lost it. "AHHH!" He screamed, swinging down on him blindly. This man was surely going to pay for everything. Anna was his human! His girl and the one and only thing he might actual cherish for once in the last ten years. He would be damned if he let anyone take her from him.