Stian was in slight awe. This was his first time seeing these angels. He imagined the intricate nature of how they flew. Did they soar or did they require more rapid strokes to fly? Judging by the grace and apparent ease in which she flew over, it was probably the former. Stian exited through the North gate and began to half walk, half slide his way down the mountain. Grunts and a few panicked yells could be heard. Several words from a foreign language dotted the slide down. One could make a guess that they were curses