Silence.  Those words are punctuated by dead silence   from the divine bird, wings furling inward as her spear   paused from where it was hoisted in the air. With a blank   face and half-lidded eyes, she hesitated. Would striking   at him truly be a good idea? He was a demon general   for a reason, and they could be more... destructive than   their angel counterparts. Quietly, her spear dipped down   as she took a few steps, unfurling her wings to escape   at a secondâs notice if he decided to lunge or stab at her.   She should have left, she really should have, but... she was   compelled to stay, and she had no real clue why she was. Maybe   it was the situation at hand, and maybe it was something about   him, but something drew her to stay here for a moment in time,   spear point dropping into the soft earth below. For reasons beyond   her understanding, she was glad she didnât throw that spear. She   should have wanted to, but it gave her a somber feeling as she   thought about it. Probably tricks of the mind, from so much war...           â . . . I donât think that would be wise of me. â