Believe it or not, Sandalphon had been tracking Banru since he left Niflheim. She couldn't fly, even in her angelic form, but she walked lightly upon the earth, ivory sword sheathed and humming, ready for blood payment. He was, like many in Niflheim, unimpressive to her. Arrogant and cocksure, but foolish.
She'd been sorely disappointed in Niflheim. Sycophants, cowards, possible turncoats, and weak pansies. She could have almost laughed at Lucifer for it. What a pitiful team. Banru himself was especially idiotic, having first stolen her brother's feathers and then challenging her. Some of Metatron's more outspoken members had compared her to Lucifer on personality alone. They were fools, too, but fools that her brother loved and protected. And she would watch over the shepherd who watched over his flock, even if it meant being compared to that devil scum.
Banru was at the top of her list. She watched him from between the trees and then between the buildings, never once letting him out of her sight. When he at last entered an abandoned library, she followed him. She waited until he stopped, only then making her presence known at the end of the row he occupied.
Drawing her sword, she stood firmly, face completely still, eyes proud. The freakishly tall immortal would know true pain. One could say she was impressive. But she wasn't a fraction of what she used to be - glorious, a slayer of armies. Now she was a fragment of a warrior. But she was still more powerful than he dared to imagine.
"Banru of Niflheim, I have come to bring you to justice."