Her golden eyes lock on the angel. He was badly injured and probably would not make it anyway. She felt no pity for him. The angels deserved what they got. " sum non vestri sanctimonialis" ( I am not your sister) She told him. She denied every drop of the angelic blood that dripped in her veins. She was not one to leave someone that was down either. The lord had always taught compassion. She would defend this angel until he or she died.<br/><br/>She gripped the shaft of the spear tightly in both of her hands. " War" she pondered out loud. As the sounds of fighting grew close. Bullets came  crashing through the church and Anethrial had to duck down and roll to avoid getting hit herself. On of them came dangerously close to her shoulder causing a rip in her cloak.<br/><br/>She had never faced a horseman before. It was the type of entity you faced only once and never lived to tell the tale. It was something she never thought she would have to deal with as she never openly went in search of a fight. Though it seemed she could not escape it. War was quit literally coming to her.