“The woman can hand herself over and we'll be finished here.”

The woman? Rain glanced over at Cadenza. At the very moment he did, he remembered what he saw: what she was capable of. Shadows… that was it, wasn’t it? She was a mistress of the shadows; able to move through them as if they were water—they were probably even less resistant. Able to use the darkness almost any way she wanted… if a cloud covered the sun for a few moments, then her immediate enemies wouldn’t last very long.

It was a tiny chuckle that escaped his lips before escalating into a laugh; which then formed a grin. Rain glared into the shadows, his eyes fixed on the being. He could see in the darkness, there wasn’t any problem there: being nocturnal had its benefits.

“You…you want her?” he chuckled, “do you have a death wish? Because you’re in the wrong place if you don’t.”

An angry hiss filtered out of the darkness in response. The Grim Angel lifted his hand to his lips and gently wiped the small smile from them, “I hope you enjoyed your last meal.”