Tyrrus arrived just as the angel crashed upwards through the rooftop, he had his net readied but she was gone before he could cast it at her. Already enraged, seeing Krenn just standing there had the hunter shouting at him.<span style="color: #FF0000">"What part of 'do not engage her' did you miss!?"</span>All Tyrrus could feel was the unspoken threat of his failing the prince, even as he berated the guardsman before him.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Why didn't you hold back until I was here? We could have been done with this chase!"</span>His fists were trembling with rage, but he did not strike out at the young guardsman.<br/><br/>Looking down at the aged-to-dust body, Krenn was visibly shaken.<span style="color: #008000">"I... She was going to kill a man. I tried to stop her but she ignored me."</span>He couldn't understand. He hadn't threatened her, he'd tried to reason with the angel but it had accomplished nothing.<span style="color: #008000">"Why wouldn't she listen to me?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"They're used to operating with heaven's authority,"</span>Tyrrus explained even as he tried to determine from the angle which direction the angel was going in. He was still furious, but his anger was unproductive so he focused on the work at hand.<span style="color: #FF0000">"They never needed to question their motives up above. Down here there are shades of grey, something angels have no experience with. Some learn to accept it... Most go insane."</span>He was climbing up the broken structure to try and get a better view.<span style="color: #FF0000">"If she's murdered right in front of you, without hesitation... I'd say diplomacy is out of the question. Find her, capture her, get her to the crown-prince."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">"If she's confused... It's wrong to punish her for not understanding."</span><br/><br/>Tyrrus shrugged.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Maybe he'll show mercy."</span>He knew this to be a lie.<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>Some distance away, in an expanse of forested hills, as Mirtra alighted and came to rest, a soft and friendly voice called out to her.<span style="color: #00FFFF">"Mirtra, I heard you might be coming by."</span>Standing before her was a man with warm features, dark hair - and two black wings. He reached out to shake her hand, with an apologetic and welcoming tone as he said<span style="color: #00FFFF">"so sorry about that bother in town. There are strange folk about this place. But you learn to live with them."</span>His hands clasped on her shoulders as he looked her up and down, checking for any injuries.<span style="color: #00FFFF">"I know it's a rough landing, but you'll be glad you're here. Of course I've got a lot going on right at the moment, but I wanted to stop by and make sure you were doing alright."</span>He stepped back and gave a little bow.<span style="color: #00FFFF">"Lucifer, by the way. Morning Star, first one to explore this little paradise."</span>With a wink, he handed her a package wrapped tight with beautiful black string.<span style="color: #00FFFF">"I like to welcome anybody else who comes down. We're something of a family here. You'll fit right in, I'm certain."</span>His manner was... Jolly. Amiable.