He turned to her, giving Tempe a confused look. "Why not?" He asked quietly. He looked back to the girl, noticing that she was staring directly at Tempe when she glanced in that direction. "Oh shit." He went for his gun, she started charging.

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"My wonderful sense of smell." Tempe said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him and placing herself between the two quickly. "What the fuck do you think? I'm an angel, I can kind of tell what monsters are and aren't." She said sarcastically, flaring her wings and promptly shielding him from... whatever was about to happen.

Nate glared at her, and then the girl started, golden blade in hand. Regardless of Tempe's high hopes for stopping the girl, he decided quickly to be worried as the blade jammed into Tempe's right side. Nate was a little stunned, if the girl could see Tempe and her wings, wouldn't she know a knife wouldn't work? Course he'd never seen a blade like that.

Tempe vaguely registered somewhere in her mind that she was going to be in for some shit about when she saw the golden glint- it didn't hit her full force until she got a death-blade slammed into her side, though. She stayed shock-still for the first moment after, when the burning sensation started from the inside out. The worst part about death blades- no matter how hard or deep it cut, it affected the whole body. With the amount of pain depending on the amount of exposure to the blade. Her legs shook slightly- one tremor- and she let out a small, hiss of a breath. After, she slowly grabbed it with both hands and yanked it out. She stumbled with it, her wings going off balance as she stared at the other girl. "Fuck... you." She hissed, taking a step backwards and collapsing involuntarily to her hands and knees, the blade still clutched in a shaky hand. She was trembling, and she could barely strike out at the monster's calf with the blade in the state she was in. But she did- and she got a decent slice.

Nate watched Temp struggle, his heart started pounding. The girl had gained a new look, a smug, unpleasant smirk. She kicked her foot out as the blade cut. "God! Prude." She huffed. Stepping on Tempe's hand, she took the blade out from the weak grip and turned to Nate. Who shot her in the forehead. She took a step back, her head flew backwards. And then it came right back. She started walking straight to him. "Oh well shit," he shot her at leave four more times before she came at him with the knife, since his gun wasn't doing anything he dropped it at his feet and caught her hand. She shoved him right into the wall. It took both hands to keep the blade from going right into his chest. He growled, finally flipping the blade into his hand, but as he tried to bring it around, her strength proved itself as the blade dropped deep into his left leg. He saw stars, yelling out. He ended it with a laugh and a groan. "Son of a bitch." He sank on the wall, his grip still weighing on the blade. She stepped over him as he made it to the floor, leaning over his side. He looked up at her, his jaw clenched so he wouldn't continue whining. She laid a hand on the blade, and one on his shoulder. Without enough thought as to how it would feel, despite her hand, he grabbed her by the light hooded jacket and dragged her close. And then he yanked the knife from his leg, intensely staring her in the eye. She used the wall to stop herself from falling, and he used such as an opportunity to slam the golden blade into her back. She let out some god awful shriek, glowing from the eyes, mouth and chest. He ripped the blade out and she came down limp. He pushed her body away and let it fall. He shut his eyes for a moment, then they shot open. "Tempe,-"

Tempe struggled meekly as her hand got stepped on, glaring up all the while. "Bitch." She hissed breathlessly, coughing up blood not even a moment later. With shaky fingers, she found her wound and pressed her palm to it, falling on her side and struggling to breathe. She was taking fast, uneven breaths that had a slightly gaspy quality because of how much effort it took simply to breathe. She rolled on her back and could barely do anything but watch the entire time as he got stabbed- and the rest was a blur until eventually the demon got neutralized. She closed her eyes for a few moments, pressing her palm roughly against the wound as though her own frustration might just seal it. She stayed that way for a few seconds after he called her name, then opened her eyes and rasped through breathing for a few moments. She pushed herself onto her knees- then sat and trembled for a few moments, looking like she might not make it back to the ground before she passed out- and then crawled her way over to him, wings dragging along the floor. She stared at his leg and then moved close enough to him to settle her hand on his wound and slowly let it knit together beneath her hand. Her head sort of drooped and then fell onto his chest as she did so, but she was either too impaired to care or she was barely awake. Once the skin under her hand was new and healed, she promptly wrapped her arms around him- and then her wings, closing her eyes and settling her head into the crook of his neck. Her eyes were wet-somewhat obviously from tears, and she was still fighting to breathe, but she made a point to do it.

Nate was stunned to see her like that, dropping the blade and managing to pull his leg up but he couldn't find anything to laugh with, he was horrified. "Oh- oh oh, its okay," he said gently, in the sweetest voice he could find as she leaned onto his chest. His leg felt a whole hell of a lot better. He sat up, his left arm around her back. He could feel the warmth of her wings he pulled her closer. "You're alright." He whispered, the caring, soft tone keeping his panic under wraps. "Just- just relax," he assured her he leaned her back a bit, keeping sure to not drop her, and but careful of her wings. He eased under her legs, gently scooping her up bridal style. He could feel her breath still, comforted. Barely. He sat her down carefully on the bed farthest from the window, blood staining his shirt. He put a pillow under her head carefully, and took his flannel off. Then his belt. He wrapped the flannel around his hand to make it firmer, putting it over her bloody wound. He carefully pulled the belt under her, and then he tightened it. He clenched his jaw, murmuring an apology as he made sure it was tight enough to help.

Tempe seemed to calm down a little as he spoke to her, her breathing becoming a little less panicky. She leaned back slowly into his hand, wincing as she did so. She only let out a slight whimper of pain when he picked her up, flinching slightly at the movement and keeping her arms curled around him tightly. She squirmed in pain when he put her down, curling her knees up slightly and letting out a choked off sob. She watched him half-heartedly through tears as he wrapped the belt around her. She let out another yelp of pain when he tightened the belt, shaking her head up at him. "I don't... like it." She whined, almost in a childlike way as she stared up at him. She didn't seem like she was going to take it off- She just wanted him to know.

He looked down at her, trying to control the concern on his face as she spoke to him. Her voice was so jarring. "I know, but I have to." He hated this scene, he could hardly stand looking doen at the pain in her eyes. "It'll be better soon." He let one hand rest on hers before he moved off. He still had a field care kit, it should do the trick. He shuffled through a bag, noticing the blood on his hands. He swallowed hard and grabbed the box and the bottle of alcohol that he somehow managed to always have. He walked back over to her and knelt down at her side. He put all of his stuff on the floor and leaned on the bed beside him, where she was, getting things in order. He grabbed the bottle of painkillers and dumped out two into his hand and put them on the nightstand. He walked off and grabbed a glass of water. "I know it hurts but lets see if painkillers work on angels." He said evenly, pulling her head up. He parted her lips slightly and placed the pills between them, and tipped the cup slightly so he wouldn't drown her. He put the cup down and knelt back down by the medical supplies. He shut his eyes for a moment. He had never wished so bad that this wasn't part of his every day life. He opened them and sat up slowly undoing the belt, sudden movements would probably ruin any attempts that clotting had made. He moved his bloody wad of a shirt and dropped it nearby, grabbing some gauze. It wasn't gushing anymore but it also wasn't stopping.

"Okay." Tempe nodded, tensing slightly as another wave of pain wracked her body. She gently moved her hand under his, trying weakly to grab it, but her fine motor skills just weren't working well enough. She seemed somewhat disturbed when he moved off, watching him roam around the room and making the occasional noise of pain. She nodded faintly when he spoke again, letting him lift her head without complaint. She swallowed the painkillers because he knew he wanted her to, then went back to watching him in silence. "I trust you." She managed quietly, once he shut his eyes. She was still crying rather a lot, but she did her best to stay still and quiet when he took the belt off. She let out a somewhat large breath when it came off- and somehow it seemed to hurt more than when he put it on.