Ten years was not very long in the eyes of an Angel, but ten years away from a home like heaven felt like a thousand. When the Constructs appeared, god sent out his Guardian Angels, those who connected themselves to humans in order to aid and protect them. Since the beginning of the war, Firaniel had connected himself to five people and had done his best to keep them alive. But in the end, they each were destroyed by these creatures. While the rush of connecting with someone was exhilarating, the feeling of losing a charge, someone you're connected to so deeply, was nearly crippling. It left a deep ache in one's chest that didn't go away until they connected to someone again. That was how Firaniel felt right now, as he soared high above the land in search of a new human to protect.

The snowy landscape underneath passed by quickly, as power wings flapped rhythmically, keeping the Guardian Angel in flight. If he had allowed himself to be visible, the humans still probably wouldn't have seen him. With his snow white hair and wings, pale skin, and almost entirely white clothing, he blended in with the landscape quite well. The only color that stood out on his was the purple and yellow patterns on his robes, and his strange violet eyes. Firaniel had the desire to land and play in the snow for a while, as he found great joy in doing so, but now was not the time. For he has a Construct in his sights. Whether there were humans around to connect to or not, it was his job to help the humans by slaying Constructs.

As he got close, his ears picked up sounds that he was hoping not to hear. The screams of humans. There must have been a group fighting, or trying to fight, the Construct. Firaniel cursed under his breath and speed up his flight, searching the ground below for any signs of them. It was only after dodging around the Construct that he found the group. Diving down he landed in the snow, eyes scanning for any survivors. He spotted at least one, a woman with platinum hair and an obviously broken leg. A man lay next to her, either dead or unconscious, he couldn't tell from here. The Construct had stirred up an avalanche that was quickly headed towards them. Firaniel made a split second decision, and was at the human's side in an instant.

There was no time to heal the woman's injury, or check to see if the man was even alive. The Guardian Angel crouched down in between the two, his hand hovering over the woman's back. A small amount of his power entered her, connecting him to her soul. He could instantly feel her distress, the pain from her leg, everything. Now visible to his new charge, Firaniel stretched his wings out to cover both the woman and the man, something that was against his nature to do in a dangerous situation. Calling upon his Ice magic, Firaniel splayed his fingers out and lifted his hands above his hands. As his hands raised, a dome of ice rose up around the two humans. As long as Firaniel's magic was protecting them, the avalanche wouldn't harm them any further. Especially because he was protecting a charge at the time, which meant his magic was stronger. It was part of the reason he had chosen her as his next one.

Firaniel had two choices when it came to the woman's injury. He could either transfer it over to himself, or use Healing magic on it. Considering that he couldn't heal himself and would have to suffer with a broken leg, just healing it definitely sounded like the better choice. He mainly used the transferring of wounds if it was something that would kill the human before he could heal it. After all, it took far more to kill him that it did a human. Unfortunately, using both Healing and Ice magic at the same time was difficult. But if he put down the shield now, the Construct was going to kill the humans. A small sigh escaped his lips, then his focus sharpened. One of his hands changed from being over his head, to hovering over the woman's broken leg. "This may hurt, but try not to move." He muttered as Healing magic began to pour from his fingertips into the woman's leg. Almost instantly, broken bone began to shift back into place and repair itself.