"With how I hit it, it should have died almost instantly," Sylvando said, glancing around to make sure there were no other monsters on approach. His blow had severed the creature's spine, so it was unlikely it had really felt any pain, which was fine by him; monsters or no, he preferred dealing with them quickly when possible, rather than making them suffer. Though it seemed that the monsters here didn't have the courtesy of dissipating when defeated; if fighting them was going to be as regular a thing as it was back home, cleanup might soon become an issue.

Fortunately the commotion seemed to have attracted some other apprentices, who were already driving off the last remaining creature, leaving him free to give his sword a quick cleaning by wiping it off in the grass- he'd give it a more thorough one later- and slip it back into its sheath before turning back to the angel. "And you're right; they can be quite lovely," he said. "Why there was a woman in the Gallopolitan circus side show who had a beautiful albino python, and it was just the sweetest thing; gentle enough that she could even let children pet it without any fear of it giving them a nip."

"Though I think we can agree that this corrupted one was very naughty, attacking and scaring people like it was," he said. "And just look what it's done to your lovely feathers!" Indeed the, formerly pristine white wings were now rather dusty from their tumble on the ground, with many a feather ruffled and askew.