War's eyes flashed for a moment, then he set her down on her feet once again. "Your fall from grace saddens me, Holy one" he told her, knowing that he wouldn't be able to attain information she didn't have. His reputation for being ruthless in battle aided in his interrogation attempts. However, she knew nothing, and he could tell. "The Demons will return for their dead, and whether or not you believe you are an Angel, they will treat you like one" he said, then looked to the door slowly. "The cruelist of hearts would ravish such beauty... Do not be here when they return" he said, then slid his sword on to his back, holding it there with magical ties.<br/><br/>"As these battles take a turn for the worse, even I find myself falling behind" he said, looking back to her. "Being in the wrong place at the wrong time once is misfortune, the second time is stupidity" he told her, then looked over her body, his eyes flashing again before raising back to her glowing gold eyes.