So it might have been a mistake to send the knife flying across the clearing to embed itself in the bark of a tree, but War did it nonetheless. "That," she growled. "All that, stupid. Miserable. It's not my place to pass judgment on you celestial types, but if I did, there'd be a couple of archangels with missing limbs. I don't care what color your fucking wings are, that was low."
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Date: 2006-03-02 07:59 am (UTC)