[i]Blood gushed from what remained of Adela's neck, a literal geyser of the liquid covering Astra's already gory foot, as brain matter squeezed out from underneath her boot, accompanied by remnants of metal and more gore. The body itself quivered from the impact, although that was all that happened. [/i]
[i]Well. Then someone else showed up.[/i]
[i]A slight trudging was heard somewhere in front of Astra's position, at least fifteen feet away, as a woman appeared within her line of sight. She was shorter of course, about six feet and three inches tall in total, her body being lean yet muscular and wrapped in a dark grey longcoat, boots and gloves laced over her feet and hands and covered in ice and snow. She hauled around a bag from the looks of it, while she silently stared upon the halfbreed angel and her kill in some mixture of confusion and awe. [/i]
[i]The woman's face was aged and pale, about thirty years, probably. Her light blue eyes studied what remained of Adela's head, a grimace crossing her face as she whistled a little.[/i]
"...I think I came around at a bad time..."
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