His head whips around, human shape falling away like shedding beads of water, the illusion shattering and in its place, the Archangel. Black in plumage and red in fury. The eyes along his collar blaze so bright cobalt they're nearly painful to look at. The logical part of him knows, full well, something so simple as a blade will just piss her off. It won't do any real damage.
That doesn't matter.
He is as visible as she is. And he is moving to snatch the unfortunate man. To grab his face in talon tipped hands, mandible flared wide and sharp off his jaw. The teeth of a predatory creature on full view of the wounded guardsman. He is stammering, in agony and in shock, and there is no pity.
"I agree," he snarls. His voice is all echo. Vibration felt through the air and the floor. "What. The. Hell."
His blindfold shifts. Slowly beginning to peel back from his eyes. Gifted with clarity, he's learned, over the centuries, how it can be a weapon as well as a tool. There was a reason the human-dreamed version of archangels hid their faces, why they told their wards to not be afraid. And unless Shepard objects, he will inflict the full force of that agonizingly clear gaze on this unfortunate man.
To pull the truth out of his victim with the weight of a godly gaze.
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His head whips around, human shape falling away like shedding beads of water, the illusion shattering and in its place, the Archangel. Black in plumage and red in fury. The eyes along his collar blaze so bright cobalt they're nearly painful to look at. The logical part of him knows, full well, something so simple as a blade will just piss her off. It won't do any real damage.
That doesn't matter.
He is as visible as she is. And he is moving to snatch the unfortunate man. To grab his face in talon tipped hands, mandible flared wide and sharp off his jaw. The teeth of a predatory creature on full view of the wounded guardsman. He is stammering, in agony and in shock, and there is no pity.
"I agree," he snarls. His voice is all echo. Vibration felt through the air and the floor. "What. The. Hell."
His blindfold shifts. Slowly beginning to peel back from his eyes. Gifted with clarity, he's learned, over the centuries, how it can be a weapon as well as a tool. There was a reason the human-dreamed version of archangels hid their faces, why they told their wards to not be afraid. And unless Shepard objects, he will inflict the full force of that agonizingly clear gaze on this unfortunate man.
To pull the truth out of his victim with the weight of a godly gaze.