Nakir lifted his blade in time to deflect Gadrial's oncoming blow. She staggered backwards, Nakir's eyes widened at the desttuction behind her.
His eyes fell on her, she was heaving and if looks could kill... He would be in a coffin buried beneath her death glare.
Gadrial then took a step towards him and lifted her blades before het face in a x-form.
"Are you going to kill me?' Nakir asked and lowered his blade.
He could see the anger that she hid deep down, the power that she unleashed was beautiful to him. If she would be at his side...
He buried that thought, she had never known how to unleash her anger. She had always buried her feelings and he did not blame her for keeping her feelings buried deep.
He remembered when she was an angel-teen, they would sit in the garden of heaven and talk. Just talk but she never shown any emotions and now this being before him was the fruit that the Creator had created.
