In a sky star-pricked and brooding she watched the sailing shift of the comet searing towards the soil below.

Eyes blessed with the sharpness of a predator traced it’s descent until the limbs were visible within the flames, until the agony was tangible through the fall.

The wings would be charred black by the inferno of being born into the middle lands. It would take many more of their elegant curves to have the same potency as their pearl counterparts but no matter. After 100 years of waiting for the fall of a star one could not be picky about the details.

“Young. And with a heart full of darkness I fear.” Her voice broke the stillness of their souls poised to the trajectory of the heavenly body ripping through the navy sheet of the clouds.

“At least we will not need to feel guilt for slaying him to take his marrow then.” Her sister’s smile graced her face like a blood stain in the dimness and Hinata breathed in hard.

Twirling the glaive expertly above her head to cut the air and disperse the glowing dragonmoths intent on their blood she sighed, tucking the heavy weapon under her arm, close to her side next to heart.

“Ready to hunt?” Hanabi stood, gathering with slow careful breaths the energy from the earth below.

Behind her the fallen star exploded into being in sparks of crimson and indigo, trembling the long lemon grass and making the smell of earth and citrus rise around them.

Swallowing hard Hinata nodded, poised to release the coil of tension in her body. Still smiling her sister unsheathed the elbow blades at either hip, the metal settling to her forearms in a comfortable anticipatory clink.

“For our glory.” Hanabi prayed.
“And those of the Hawk Eyed Blood.” Hinata countered.

With a breath they shot into the darkness of the swaying trees where the smoldering angel had fallen, their bodies cutting through the grass- raptors aimed to slaughter.