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Blaze found herself deep in the city, this time not driven there by the bullies who harassed her but by the inability to find supplies around its edge. She had no idea when civilisation had crumbled but food was running out, granted it had always been scarce but she knew it would keep growing rarer. Having found a relatively untouched supermarket in the city's heart, though naturally most of its products had rotted away and many items had been thrown from their shelves by monster attacks, she knew that dried legumes and preserved foods were relatively safe; albeit she'd always overcook her meals for safety's sake. A bag was slung over her shoulders, filled with nuts, beans and a can of soup she'd decided wasn't too rust coated; she'd snuck her way out of the store and was beginning the return trek to her makeshift home. The cat's ears pricked high and her eyes widened to aid in the avoidance of both her fellow demons and people. The crackling of flames was a constant white noise, smothering both her footsteps and those of others, but the slightest sound over it would prompt an immediate response.

She was hunched low and creeping from wall to wall, the years had taught her well; the closer she was to undetectable the better her chances of survival were… making it all the more jarring when she heard shouting up ahead. The kitten scarcely recalled last time she'd delved this far into the city, it'd been months ago, but she remembered watching a figure masked in a bizarre colour soar across the sky. Blaze couldn't recall what he'd said that day but she knew that was his voice, her breathing hitched and she came to a sudden stop; flattening herself against exposed brickwork. Looking ahead she would have to cross a road, the very road that voice had been emanating from. She couldn't see the figure nor could she make out their words… but they were certainly shouting a lot. Blaze cast her gaze back along the path she'd travelled; taking another route was likely possible however this was the path she'd taken in the first place, traversing the city was dangerous enough when you knew where you were going let alone when you didn't. Her hands crossed over her shoulders, pulling the mantle tight to her back, she'd began to edge her way forward only to freeze as a pack of three Iblis hounds rushed down the street before her; gnashing their flaming maws in the voice's direction.

Now closer, or perhaps it was because they'd shouted even louder, Blaze could make out their words. "Come on then! I can beat you! Take this!" She heard that sound she'd heard once before, like a high-pitched whir, before something crashed and the beasts squealed. A loud, tumbling, banging followed it; not a second after hearing it the source streaked in front of her, a car had tumbled passed. Caught up in the dented and bent mass of metal was those three Iblis creatures, their bodies beaten and broken; it'd been coated in teal, that same colour she'd seen cloak his body on that day. As the vehicle came to a grinding halt, metal screeching against tarmac, she heard the voice shout again. "Don't interrupt my training just to waste my time! I need to beat bigger monsters than you!" Blaze's grip tightened further, her body began to quake; she could defeat the hounds herself but… that was a show of force unlike any Blaze had ever seen from a person. Truly this angel was terrifying. Her eyes clenched shut, she felt her back press into the wall; whatever that weird light was it was powerful, not only did it let them fly but throw cars?

In the wake of their voice she heard the whirring start once more, her ears had better attuned to his location, he couldn't be too far away, but quite how far was unclear; she had no idea how loud the bizarre noise was and regardless it wasn't consistent. Her eyes slowly cracked open, she managed to lower her hands from her shoulders; taking deep breaths she proceeded to the wall's edge. At the corner, heart beating over the flames and only being interrupted by that figure's voice, between whirs Blaze could hear the sounds of objects colliding with stonework, often followed by another shout. She held her breath, first throwing a glance to where the car had been thrown; it must have been damaged before but now the roof had sunken into the seating and among the wreckage the three hounds were rapidly liquifying. Sighting no threats on that side she turned and once again her eyes fell upon the floating blue-green figure.

They were close, couldn't be further than fifty metres away, but their back was to her while their eyes were thrown to the darkly clouded sky above. A cyan coated vortex of debris, ranging from broken car parts to chunks of the tarmac, obscured their form. Blaze heard a growl, the angel threw a hand into the air and with it the rubble began to cascade into the sky as though gravity had somehow been reversed. For the first time she watched the angel descended to the earth, dropping like a stone but landing upright; the light was no longer upon him. Blaze didn't even think to look at the rubble as she took in his clear form. He was silver, no, grey; his fur was the colour grey. Strange spikes jutted out of his head, two long ones from the back while five stood straight at the front; a band of fur ran around his neck and flared at his nape.

While these aspects caught her attention none did more than two, the first was simply his height; the angel was much shorter than she thought. She'd assumed him to be a full grown adult but at this distance, and without his aura, she could tell he clearly wasn't. The second was his hands, as he raised them at his sides she saw heavy looking golden bangles on both of his wrists; a strip of cyan running down their centre, and passed them she saw marks on his hands which glowed with the same colouration. Marks on his hands… the scars on her back, she was pulled from her thoughts by a sudden burst of cyan light; looking up to the objects he'd thrown she realised that they were tumbling back toward him.

He remained grounded; there was a determination in his voice. "If I'm too weak I can't fix this world! If I can't catch this then I can't bring peace!" Energy flared around those hands expanding from them to encompass his body, those spikes on his head stiffened, before beginning to escape from his body in wisps. "I'm going to make things better! I have to!" Blaze blinked at his words; almost unconsciously she took a step out from the alleyway, the idea of wanting to fix… did he not understand the situation they were in? Did he not understand how ruined this world was? Did he know where to start?

Once again she was pulled from her thoughts; energy seemed to vanish from his body, the first of the debris were almost upon him, his fists closed and he brought his hands together; a flare of cyan light exploded from the symbols and suddenly the falling objects halted. They were glowing with that same light. At least… most of them were. Above the whirring of his power Blaze could hear something clattering, her eyes upon the floating mass she could see a cinderblock cracking more and more as it bounced and slipped through the cracks between the frozen rubble cascade. The angel seemed to notice too, screaming out; "No! No! I thought-

What remained of the block, a grey stone the size of a man's fist, broke free and struck him in the head; the smack rang out over the crackling of flames and the whirring of his own energy. He stumbled for a moment, his hands dropped and the hue faded; with that the rubble began to fall. It was at this that Blaze took two quick steps toward him, catching herself just in time to watch as his hands were thrown back to the sky and the garbage froze mere inches from his palms. Blaze, far too exposed for her liking and much too wary to approach him having observed his strength, turned and bolted to the other side of the road; vanishing into another alleyway and rushing to put a good distance between the two of them. She wouldn't look back down that street but every so often she'd toss a glance over her shoulder and along the alleyway, scanning for a spec of that light or one of those quills… but neither caught her eye.

Eventually, she managed to slow herself, returning to the shadows of alleyways and muffling her footfalls. Senses heightened, she tried to forget the encounter and focus on her journey; following her dash she wasn't far from her abode, but the words he'd said and the way he'd acted refused to leave Blaze's mind. There was something baffling, bordering on enraging, about the lack of wisdom he'd been showing and how through her fear it had been transferred to her. Everything Blaze had learned almost seemed mirrored in his actions, she'd remain silent to avoid conflict while he'd shout aloud and embrace it? Blaze just wanted to eat and live another day while he wanted to make a better world? He was a child like her; he'd been raised in this city hadn't he? Was he really so unwise? But at the same time her thoughts wandered to those symbols on his hands and the marks on her back, they weren't quite the same but were they similar? Was he cursed too? How did he deal with people? He had used his power so openly and been capable of such an unbelievable feat, throwing a car on a whim and almost stopping a hailstorm of rubble he'd thrown himself. Could she...

Blaze shook the thoughts from her head, she'd arrived at her home but… she felt she'd hardly been stealthy. Soon she'd have to uproot and find a new place to live, she couldn't risk being caught while she slept. She pulled her mantle taught against her body, rucksack rubbing against the mark on her back, and tried to smother her thoughts about this grey, glowing, pointy, angel person who was around her height. She scanned her surroundings, making triply sure she hadn't been followed, before vanishing into her dwelling.