Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

Why was she lying? More to the point, why was she refusing to tell him? Here and now, he supposed, was hardly the best time for this discussion and yet he had spent enough time with Sera to know that very look kat herself wore in that moment. That look of determined stubbornness. Whatever was going on with Kat she was not about to share it freely and yet should he have truly been surprised? Women could be so damn irritating when they tried. He was trying to help her. At least to a certain extent. Even Azrael willing to admit that his methods and attitude so far had perhaps not been the most...conducive to that goal and yet would Kat really expect anything else from him. He was asking because he...cared. To some small extent. Azrael perhaps unwilling to admit that such care probed deeper then he cared to consider. For all their arguments she was still a Hunter- more than that, she was on his team and that very camaraderie prompted at least some level of concern for her. Even if he hardly knew how to display it in a remotely healthy fashion. He'd have to find out later.

Kat's daggers had done their job, her affinity for those weapons seeing them pivot near md-air to fly backwards and impale themselves in the back of the offending Hunter. That, however, only appeared to be slowing him down rather them causing any truly significant damage. Didn't she have anything bigger to throw? Typical. Her sudden command to encourage the Hunter to use that gravity power again had barely left the womans lips before Kat was airbourne once more and unceremoniously slammed into the wall.

"Oh look, he used it."

The faintest touch of a simper managed to dance ever so briefly upon his lips at the very utterance of those words. Azrael, it seemed, capable of finding even the barest hint of humor in that moment- despite the seriousness of it. The blonde Hunter quite unable to pass up that opportunity to further rib Kat a little if only because her continued deflection of his questions further irritated him. Still, it seemed, his own lack of attention was proving costly. Kat's warning readily seeing his own golden eyes dart sideways just in time to see that spear slicing the air towards him. His own affinity for speed saw Azrael pivot neatly away and yet that spear head had sliced the arm of his jacket and too- a thin line of his skin beneath. It was nothing that would not heal in a mere matter of moments and yet it was....annoying all the same. His gaze readily darkening upon that attacking Hunter once more. Who the hell was this guy?

Azrael rolled easily onto the balls of his feet, ready to move to either side once more as the offending hunter summoned that shield- one that pressed readily against their shared affinity for gravity. Hmm. That was a mildly impressive affinity, he supposed. Kat's question, this time, hardly saw his gaze falter from the other Hunter as Azrael worked to release Kat from that power once more. His irritation, this time, firmly directed toward the other man with that singular, rather loudly spoken warning falling from his lips. Whatever this was, whatever he wanted, could damn well be worked out without a need for this bloody chaos and yet, it seemed, neither Kat nor the other Hunter were willing to believe that. The woman's words readily seeing him round back on her, Azrael largely oblivious to any notion she might well have been attempting to aggravate him on purpose.

"Oh because you've been so bloody fucking helpful Miss-Get-Pinned-To-The-Ground-Twice! How many times have I saved your ass already in the past five minutes?"

She'd be damn well dead if he hadn't been here and she had the audacity to say his words were not working? At least he was using his damn words. If she had used them from the beginning and told him what the hell the problem was then maybe this wouldn't be happening at all! But no, no, that would be far to hard. His gaze cut briefly back to the Hunter holding the shield, Azrael hardly having forgotten him despite his ongoing argument with his companion. His right hand lifted upward then to unleash that blast of light energy. He would like to see the damn fool block that. The shield the Hunter held, as Azrael had anticipated, all but melting in response to that pure light. That yelp echoing across the street as he cut that beam off- after all- Kat might want to question him. Something rather difficult to do if the imbecile was dead. Azrael rather intrigued to see how much damage that had done as Kat's words found him once more. His gaze cutting back to her then. His hands thrown upward.

"I'm pretty damn sure I just got rid off his shield, no need to thank me."

Those final words were all but muttered beneath his breath, his arms folding across his chest as Kat finally seemed to decide she was going to do something useful. The screaming of the man at least indicating some manipulation of those blades still embedded in his back. Azrael merely allowing his gaze to continue to rest on the fellow with some vague hint of intrigue as he offered those further, near offhanded words to Kat herself. His fellow Council member taking a few moments longer to answer then he anticipated. Maybe this was about Kohl then. Although just who the hell this Viktor was still remained to be seen, Kat demanding those answers from their fallen victim in the moments that followed. Azrael easily allowing his own gravity to take hold of the man now and keep him close to the ground. His words offered to that other man then.

"I'll know if you lie, so don't even think about it. Answer her."

If Kat was going after answers then he supposed he could help her. They had, despite their arguing, managed a rather effortless take-down of that other Hunter all the same. Kat asking near nonchalantly about Kohl then. Hmmm. She hadn't corrected him and said 'ex' boyfriend- so maybe the pair hadn't broken up. That one of the possibilities Azrael had considered for the woman's lack of appearance lately. Maybe it wasn't the case. The blonde hunter forced to shrug then in that admittance that when i came to Kohl he hadn't been exactly sure what the man had wanted at all.

"I didn't talk to him. I don't think he even saw me walk by. Honestly, I thought he was there to ask about you. Turns out he was there to charm our receptionist who swore up and down he'd only asked about available missions. I momentarily had hopes he was going to be useful in life. We only realised 2 days later he'd hacked our computer mainframe and stolen two years worth of mission data. It took our people another day to work out the only missions he stole were the ones you worked on. He accessed your file as well. I'll give it to your Pretty Boy Lover- he's clever when it comes to computers. He didn't trigger even one security measure which I suspect he knew would be easier to do from the main office computer though how the hell he infiltrated our head office by himself and accessed the computer I don't know. But the Council's pissed. We've been to his place twice in the past few days. He always manages not to be home. Do you want to tell me why he stole your mission data? You in this together?"