Watching the scene unfold before him, Krenn had his weapon in hand and was dashing forward immediately, his natural instincts overriding the command Tyrrus had given him. Not that it mattered, of course, the horrid screams had to have told the hunter to head this way. What exactly he had witnessed was beyond his understanding, humanoid monstrosities were whispered of but he had never seen one before. The angel destroyed them easily, gracefully, causing some fear but no hesitation in the young guardsman. As he drew closer, she seemed to turn her blade, poised to kill what appeared to be an innocent man, a member of the church what was more. What kind of angel was this!? Tyrrus must have been right, these creatures were beyond understanding.<br/><br/>It was unlikely that the righteous but inexperienced youth could have taken Mirtra in any kind of real fight, not alone especially, but as her back was turned and she'd been focused on the church member, he was able to close to combat range without being immediately skewered on the end of her weapon. He couldn't get close enough to her to put her in the same sort of position she had the other man in, but he could stand close enough to pose a threat if she went for the killing blow.<span style="color: #008000">"I said 'hold',"</span>he said in a low, strong tone. Krenn stood his ground with an admirable courage, but he was not eager to fight unless he had to. To defend someone he saw as innocent, he would risk his own life.<span style="color: #008000">"I'm not here to hurt you, but I need you to lower your weapon."</span><br/><br/>The man with Mirtra's weapon to his neck was whimpering, pleading for his life in broken sentence fragments. Krenn stayed focused on Mirtra instead of looking to the man. His tone, still brave, was softening slightly.<span style="color: #008000">"Look... I don't know what those... Things, are. The things you killed. But that's not what's in front of you."</span>He stepped back, only slightly.<span style="color: #008000">"You can't start a one-man war in the streets, you're going to get a lot of blood shed and the last of it will be your own. I don't know you, but I don't want to see it come to that..."</span><br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>The inhuman shrieking had Tyrrus running the way he'd sent Krenn at full pace, his haste driven by the echoes of the prince's words. All his life he'd been made into a hunter of angels, all of the other monstrosities he'd tracked down had only been extras, a way to keep himself fed and clothed while he waited for the hunt of a lifetime. But now... Hearing those cries, what could only have been demonic in nature, he knew that someone else was onto the angel. The Cult of Mouths, those twisted pseudo-men... They would devour his prize, down to the last feather if they could. Herestes and Gromma would have their own undercover agents trying to drag her back to their kings, and the Daedeline... Tyrrus couldn't be sure of what they would want her for, but it was sure to leave her useless to the crown-prince.<br/><br/>The crown-prince... Tyrrus hated most men, but he loathed that soft-spoken viper with an unmatched passion. Aedas was smarter than anyone Tyrrus had ever even heard of - and more treacherous even than that. He heard the words in his head as he ran towards the fray, words that he had not repeated to anyone.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"I need the angel safely secured in the keep. It has something..."</span>Tyrrus had nodded mutely, eager even then to be off. But the prince had not let him leave without clarifying what he was after...<br/><br/>Tyrrus was in view of the top of the church, he would be there soon.