The Destiny.

[TheRedAlchemist]

Hearing the voice she jumped then turned around to meet his face. Her face scrunched in anger as she quickly pressed her finger to the ground. No sooner had she done this clever move, the rocks and dirt formed a cage around the newcomer. She flicked the dirt from her fingertips. "you arent going anywhere, preacher." she said leaning on the bar. "so tell me, Witch...why give blessings to a fallen angel?" she swiftly drew out her crystal blade to his chest. "or are you mocking me?...because if you were..." she began to glide the blade to his throat.."lets just say...you'd make a decent door veil, with this hide of yours.."