Olive sighed heavily, shooting Razial a rather unimpressed look. "It is a shame, though. To have so many ideas and nobody to listen to them. Ah, curse my overwhelming intellect! I am forever cursed to walk among the normal folk!" The Doves that had just finished fighting Razial, battered and bruised, stared at her with an expression of offense. "Oh, hush up, I was only joking. It's your own fault for never paying attention to what others have to say," she scolded, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.<br/><br/>She wasn't new to her duties as an angel. In fact, Olive was technically quite old. When Wisteria arrived, Olive immediately flitted to her side. She was one of the few Doves she could actually tolerate--okay, so Olive liked her a lot. Wisteria actually had a good head on her shoulders and was very strong and brave, even when fighting Razial. Something that happened surprisingly often, she noted. Usually it was over something petty and dumb, but due to the growing tensions on both sides of the Ravens and Doves, their conflicts were growing in violence and duration. Even Olive could admit that it was scary watching the two go at it, with nothing holding them back. She feared that maybe this time, they wouldn't back down and someone would get seriously injured.<br/><br/>They needed an intervention.<br/><br/>Rapier drawn, Olive hovered around the fighting Raven and Dove, debating when she could--if she even should--strike. A particularly nasty collision of fists and legs left Razial open, and not letting this opportunity go, Olive dove down and struck, creating a nasty cut through Razial's sleeve, a shallow cut forming from his shoulder to his elbow.