...She sensed someone, or something, walking behind her and reached for her sword that was strapped to her back. After balancing its weight in the palm of her hand, she swiftly pivots. The edge of the platinum metal meets the metal of another sword.
With a grimace, she looked up into the softest silver eyes she’s ever seen. They lit up the dark street like a pair of twinkling stars. She shook her head and peered behind the crossed weapons and gorgeous eyes. His platinum blonde hair curled around his muscular shoulders. His white wings fluttered in the breeze of the passing traffic. Sirens were getting closer to the intersection. This guy was messing up her exit, and the wall that she had built around herself.