Tears of the broken {Private; Ravenear}

Hiltrude watched from the skies, wwatching carefully. She decided to stay for one night to decide if the girl, either of them, were trouble or not. Then she would set off. She followed the two girls, keeping an eye on them. Neither could be any trouble, but you never knew. The world was a dangerous place, or so Martin always said. Warily glancing at the shadows, she followed them.

The flight was cool and nice, calm too, until a knife whisked straight past her face. Crap! Hiltrude thought, turning and spiraling upwards a few feet. Could it be organization enemies? The RA? her mind whirled. Well, whoever it was, this sudden appearance was no coincidence. Just as she turned to fly down, the second knife flew through the air, catching her off guard. It sliced through her thin wing, creating a rather large hole, and blood. She was high up in the air, and suddenly she was going down. She cursed, forming back into human form as she was falling, and bringing out her sword for the second time that night. Her feet touched the ground lightly, though her fall was rather hard. The knife clashed into the ground behind her, and though it nearly pierced her ear, she didn't move an inch, her sword gleaming in the moonlight. Focusing on the battle, she cut out anyone besides her and the opponent who just tried to kill her.

Something smashed into her side. Hiltrude stumbled backwards, but caught her footing just as Jess leapt at the girl, pushing the woman's face into the dirt. Hiltrude moved in smoothly, aiming a deep cut to her exposed back. She worked quickly around the shadow girl, pressing her sword threateningly to the woman's chest and flipping her over on her back. She stepped on her hand, which had a knife in it, her crystal blue eyes glowing in the dark of night. "Who are you and who do you work for?" She demanded. She never wasted time gloating. She always went straight to the bone- business. She didn't plan on killing the woman, it just depended who she was. She would just threaten her life to get any information out of her.

Hiltrude searched Agatha's eyes for a moment, considering the options. Dark Phoenix was a enemy of Arrow Flash. Practically opposites. Arrow Flash hunted down murderers, helped people, went on rescue missions and things of the such. While on the other hand, Dark Phoenix created murderers, killed people, and captured them for ransom. Hiltrude didn't know what Dark Phoenix was up to, but it couldn't be any good. But, thing was, Arrow Flash didn't take prisoners. Than again, she might as well check in with Martin. She straightened. She pulled out her phone, her sword threatening the woman all the while, and dabbed in a number. A few moments later, someone answered the phone. "Hey. I'm in ___ city. Agatha of Dark Phoenix." She said simple keywords, but the person on the other line seemed to understand, and replied. "Got it." She said, hanging up. Her hand on Agatha's hand still, she slipped her sword into the sheathe, and pulled out a small cube. She pressed a button on it, and a light came flashed, and suddenly Agatha was gone. No, not gone, but she seemed to be inside of the small cube. Hiltrude slipped it back into her bag.

Okay, so that business was done. The person she was hunting down seemed to be gone, from what her previous victim had said. Hiltrude unfolded her injured wing, looking to see how bad it was. The blood was drying around hole that went straight through her wing. She didn't even flinch at the pain. Well, it wasn't all that important. It's not that bad. She was still capable of hunting him down. She couldn't be distracted. Sheathing her sword, she continued down the path, her eyes narrowed. Magnus had to be brought down, at all costs. Even her life. And she would not brake the vow she took two years ago.
Even if it brought her to her deathbed.