Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

Azrael was not the sort of man particularly inclined to admit his own errors, even when those very errors were plain for all to see. His hand reaching out to grasp Kat's shoulder while his fellow Hunter was so clearly occupied with her jogging routine was perhaps not the most sensible of approaches and yet he had assumed her instincts alone would alert her of his approach. What in the hell was she thinking about that it was more distracting than her surroundings? For all the disagreements he had shared with this particular woman in the past he could hardly deny she was a good Hunter. In fact, Katarina was exceptionally good at her job. She was constantly aware, a good fighter, a loyal employee and, more then that, she always got the job done. For her to be this distracted was damn unusual. For her not to show up to meetings even more so. Maybe the rest of the council was willing to accept her unofficial request for leave on the grounds of 'personal business'- but Azrael wasn't. Kate hadn't taken a personal day in all the damn years he'd known her. Maybe it wasn't his business and yet that thought niggled at his mind all the same. This was how it started after all. This was how Hunters went rouge from the council- striking out on their own. Was that what she was damn well doing?

Those kicks and punches flung violently towards him readily saw that affinity for speed engaged once more. Azrael pivoting clear of the worst of those blows, the man escaping with little more than a graze to his cheek and what would likely be a bruise to his ribs. Nothing that wouldn't heal in a matter of seconds all the same. The blonde Hunter merely snorting at that comment he should know better with little true intent of admitting his own error. That query of just where she had been these past few weeks falling easily from his lips. Only to be told it wasn't his concern. She lent easily upward then to face him, her breath now caught, her arms folding across her chest as she eyed him. Azrael entirely braced for whatever words he was mostly sure she was about to throw at him. Women. He was hardly disappointed, he supposed, when she promptly made an effort to turn and walk away from him with that command not to follow her- once more reinstating this was hardly his concern as his own gaze narrowed on her once more. That surprise suddenly finding his own features.

"Have you been crying?"

One eye arched slightly upwards, Azrael hardly believing it even despite the evidence that existed before him. Kat still apparently determined to walk away. Great. She was the one not turning up to meetings, not answering calls and refusing missions and she had the audacity to walk away from him!? His jaw clenched near firmly as his teeth grated over one another. The man struggling with that temper that so often got the better of him. Fine. If she wanted to walk away then so be it. He'd tried. That counted for something didn't it? Still, he was hardly going to accept any future applications for time off from her, from now on he.... Was she talking to him? Who was she talking to know?

The blonde haired Hunter turned easily once more, his companion having only managed to make it to the street corner before she suddenly seemed to be speaking to someone Azrael himself could hardly see. Kat suddenly becoming airborne as Azrael merely watched, the hunter momentarily contemplating whether or not his own affinity for that very manipulation of gravity had someone gotten out of his control. His features frowning slightly. Another man stepping out from behind that street corner then, calling Kat by name before uttering something about someone called Vicktor. Whatever the hell issue it was that had with Kat was hardly his concern, a part of the man near considering simply walking away as she had all but ordered him too- at least until the woman was slammed into the ground a moment later.

"Hey! Who the hell are you?"

Whoever this Hunter was he was hardly part of the council. Azrael's loyalty to his own co-workers, it seemed, enough to prompt the man to forget that near petty argument the pair had only moments ago been engaged in. Kat's response was very near snapped back at that other fellow as Azrael closed the distance between them, his own power lashing outward to press that gravity back and off Kat- affording her that chance to at least get to her feet. His own gaze narrowed upon that offending man then before another wave of that same affinity was sent in his direction- knocking the other Hunter from his feet even if Azrael hardly believed he would stay down for long. Few beings ever anticipates their own power being used against them. His gaze remained upon that rogue Hunter and yet those words were uttered toward Kat alone.

"Who the hell is this and who is Viktor? What is this about?"