Iofiel just smile as he spoke lifting higher in the air as the intimidating Angel pulled his sword. The display he put on caught her breath and she felt the draw to him the purity of his image. She could have spent hours studying the elegant lines of his battle scared wings, the reflection of the sunlight off his sword, the flinty glint of anger in his eyes. It would have been memorizing if not for her pesky survival instinct that was telling her t get the hell out of there. Impulsiveness had it's uses but sticking around in this instance did not. She didn't fight a war in heaven and manage to survive in hell to be vanquished by her brother today.<br/><br/>But even with her mind telling her to flee she couldn't help a last dig at the Angel who'd once been her brother, who in her heart still was, "You would murder me brother?" She asked with genuine interest in her voice "And they call me evil." She said with a light shrug her gaze shifting to the left to talk in the other threat coming towards them. "I'd never murder you, Azrael." She whispered only just loud enough to be hear before beating her wings hard lifting high into the air till only the black of her wings stood out against the light blue of the sky.<br/><br/>She tilted her wings and flew towards the mystery distraction to the left. She figured whatever had Azrael on edge was probably on her side and if not...well she wasn't good at illusions for nothing it was amazing just how much a few second of distraction could by her. She wasted no time in beating her wings and fly with haste away from Azrael towards one of the few hopes of escape she had.