Metatron raised his hand, ready to strike. There was no doubt he was moving to kill her. He'd never felt this much rage in a long time, no, there wasn't a time in his life where he felt this much rage. He couldn't bear the memory, the pain-
"Cease, vermin."
Okita held her blade to Metatron's neck. She moved like a blinding flash, nobody had noticed her until she had already been there, bloodlust in her eyes.
"Do not disturb my town anymore, you pieces of trash."
She said, gripping the hilt of her blade. She knew she could not cut the man, but...
"What is the meaning of this?!" Gabriel said, separating Metatron and Raviathon with her wings nigh-instantly. "Are you out of your mind!?" She shouted to Metatron, the people of the town clearly frightened at this display.