She had already planned to take a trip over to Dahlia de Mai to deal with the scumbag of a male already. Despite the promise of a war spoken by the Aquila himself, Halo felt her mind withering in the presence of her own monster and rapist. Although she had been swift as a young deer to come to her Aquila’s aid when his demanding cry had penetrated the air, her enthusiasm had been strangled the moment she had seen Gabriel’s companion. Samael’s blood red eyes had seen her and she had felt fear filtering into the heart that she had believed to be strong. Her body wanted to cringe away and she was unsure if she should just let go, turn around and flee the scene. The fear of dire consequences forced the Hydra to stay, but the discomfort was too grand for her to remain untouched. She had carried her inner wounds for so long now that she decided that people would probably not notice. If they did they would not care because the Aquila’s words were much more important and needed full focus.
Had she been free and rid of Samael’s shadow she would have sought a spot closer to her Aquila. As his warrior she felt the need to draw closer. She wanted to fight for him and Inferni, but everything was overshadowed by her other uncle, the cruel prince of fear. She did not like to openly display her vulnerable state, but she could not change it more than she could change the weather. She acknowledged the leader’s words, but had no voice to speak up as long as the bastard was standing there next to her leader. She wanted to cry and draw her sword from the sheath on her back and slice him up like he had once sliced up Charon, the wolf that had given her the twin swords. There would never be a day where she would be free from the horrible scene he had created. Oversized ears pushed against her dark copper hair. She could not care less if anyone saw how upset she was. It was time for war and she would finally be able to test out her new skills properly.