During the Riot
"T� BOM ENTÃO, SEUS FILHOS DA PUTA! EU VOU CORTAR UM POR UM!" (1)
Lucas was furious. She had been expecting one or two troublemakers, not tens of them charging at her at once. After getting some cuts and bruises while brandishing her sword in a way that threatened the mob, but didn't actually harm them, she realized they were well beyond intimidating. She'd have to actually get violent or the mob would either kill her or the angels and devils behind her. She flew upwards, sword in hand, and sped down, this time aiming to do some actual damage with her blade. She knew better than to aim for the vital parts - she didn't really want to kill them, no matter how much she... how much she did feel like killing them, really. She descended upon them and flew horizontally, brandishing the sword in curves at both sides of her. She could tell it had connected several times - she felt the impact, and saw the blood as well. A darker part of her, one she was fully aware was there, felt quite a bit of glee at the thought of cutting off some limbs. She didn't want to kill them, but maiming them for attacking her was quite tempting. Still, she couldn't really give thought to aiming for those parts anyways - aiming away from vital spots was hard enough as it was. Looking back, she could tell the angel-changed and devil-changed were making their way somewhere else, through a portal or something. She flew upwards and shouted.
"Okay! Wherever you're getting, do it faster! I'll hold the line here and go to the café!"
"Merda.(2)" - She muttered. It was one thing to read about or play in RPGs the courageous characters that risked themselves against a mob of enemies. It was quite another thing to actually do it, and to actually cut people no less. Still she was pretty sure she'd have no guilt over this. They were attacking her group and herself, intent to kill them. She repeated her movement three times or so, though she was getting tired real quick - the stones they threw weren't helping, either. As she saw the last of the angels and devils make their way through the portal, somehow closing it from the inside, she bolted towards the bell tower. The mob could tell her intentions, and pelted her with stones and with whatever else they could find, bruising her quite a bit, but not being able to do much more damage. She stumbled into the café, sat in a corner, and curled up, muttering curse words in Portuguese to herself.
Father Robert entered the Café to escape the riot - The café was empty, by then, save for an angel muttering something. Her clothes had lots of blood sprayed on them, her sword was quite bloody itself. The angel herself was bruised, but it didn't seem serious. Her state of mind, however...
Robert had seen people in this state - In his youth as a priest, he had witnessed activism and even riots, and she remembered how people dealt with sudden stress or fights - add to that the context and her looks, and it wasn't hard to put two and two together. Robert was very shaken by the loss of her church, but her work was to heal. This angel had been reduced to this state on her account. It broke her heart to see that, and she gathered all her courage and went up to the angel, who raised her eyes at her.
"May I help you?" - oddly politely given that her eyes were red and she looked like she'd been through a battle.
"I am sorry..."
"For what?" - the angel snapped in an oddly calm tone - "Did you set a mob on me? Did you pelt me with stones?"
"No, but you had to defend those people on my account."
"I act on no one's account. I serve none, priest. I'm a freelance translator. I serve no person, no god, no power. None." - Lucas answered in a... bad state. Still something told Robert that this 'serving none' thing was important for the angel. She remembered her words back at the attempt those four had made on her life, words to that exact same effect. Proud to say she served none - something to cling to, perhaps. Robert had her church. This angel had her own notion of freedom.
"They still wouldn't have come if I..."
"If you WHAT, priest?" - Lucas snapped - "Puta que pariu!(3) People have free will. Yes, you were an asshole before, but what those idiots do is their decision! I understand what you're doing, you're trying to help, but, really, you've GOT to get over your own guilt first! Dammit... We are two messes... I only hope I don't get arrested over this..."
Robert paused at Lucas's response, but did notice one thing that might give her a bit of respite. "Neither the Angel Café nor Brazil are American jurisdiction."
Lucas smiled lightly, shaken though she still was. "See? Now you're helping." Lucas got up, still shaking, went behind the counter, and picked up a bottle of some odd soda named "Baré". She sat on a table and gestured for Robert to do the same. Robert did so.
"I drank a lot of this soda back when I was nine, for a few days, when I was on the run from Colombia." - Lucas said a little TOO matter-of-factly, referring to an old and weird incident. "They only sell it in Amazonas. Anyways. We are still two messes, priest. Let's talk, maybe something we say will help us through this. Name's Lucas, by the way." - Lucas said.
Key:
(1- "OKAY THEN, MOTHERFUCKERS! I'LL CUT ONE BY ONE!")
(2- "Shit.")
(3- "Holy fuck!" (lit. "Whore that gave birth"))
