Anethrial grew mad when he had called her an angel. She guessed thats what she got for slipping up and speaking in her own tongue, but she had been by herself for a long time. The waste was vast and numbers were few, that plus luck had kept her away from encounters until now.  She looked at the angel in indecision. She could not kill him." Thou shall  not kill", she said and she had lived by that motto ever since God had turned his back on them and she had turned her back on the war. It was a motto that was likely to get her killed one of this days in the world they lived in now.<br/><br/>It seemed so wrong to use him as bate. Maybe she could get to War, before he could damage the angel even more. She could not fail another one. Her hands were too stained to afford another death on them. "frater indulgeo mihi , Senior indulgeo mihi" ( brother forgive me, Lord forgive me) She  gripped her spear tight in her hands and dashed off war would be here in a matter of seconds. She ducked down low and hid behind the row of pews as she had before. She crouched her muscles tight and ready to pounce whenever the horseman came near. She would not let him have the angel. She would die to protect him.<br/>