When the creature started to speak Latin, or some language like that, he knew that it was an angel, or something close to it. He laughed to himself quietly as she said she had compassion and would not leave him. Mike knew out in the wastes compassion is a quick way to get you killed, you either live by your own strength or die by your lack of it. If you can't survive the shit others bring at you then you don't deserve to live, that was the code he lived by and right now someone had brought a big bag oh shit right to him named War one of the four horsemen.<br/><br/>"You angel types, always have the same outward appearance of being nice and kind to everything" he said in a mildly sarcastic tone. "It is not a matter of compassion it is a matter of survival he is hurt, injured, and will most likely die anyway either kill him now and save him or use him as bait" he said still hidden. "But if you want to fight the horsemen head on be my guest I will find my own way to attack" he said as he looked around the room he was in for anyway to gain hieght or something. Sure War was most likely used to fighting angels, but how would he do against a human that swung a sword larger then a man, that comes falling down from the sky. Sadly he didn't find anything of the hieght he wanted, but found a little pulpit that he could hide out in. He laid in wait up there hand on his sword and helmet ready to draw his armor and his sword when War was distracted with the angel below.