[Quiet Man Cometh]

Tarja followed Diogenes into the room, mildly concerned that the assassin was unconscious mere moments ago, but waving it off as he appeared no more concerned with his sudden restoration than he had about anything else so far. Her attention is immediately drawn to the angel, chained, gasping, and…leaking… from its horrific wounds. She frowned. Why bother to leave it alive at all?

In the light of the flaming sword the angel looked little more than a miserable beast compared to whatever celestial being it once was, and she was never one to leave a beast to suffer…

Taking the sword in both hands, she leveled at the angel’s bloodied neck and swung.