Group Three-fighters
She wasn't like them, she wasn't a warrior, or a fighter. Once upon a time, when she had her grace in her, instead of hanging around her neck she had been. But that had been a while ago, the only power she had now was her type of telekinesis that she seemed to have come across when first encounter with a demon. Since arriving, Anna had continued to work on it, and was not actually pretty good. It didn't just come to her when she was in trouble, she could make it work when ever.
Like promised, she'd help keep demons back, she'd throw them back, but she'd play the part she said she was going to do. The link between the Angels and the rest of the fighters. Their words swirled around her head now as they prepared to do their job, which was kind of strange. Since they were close by, a fact that kept her at a distance from her former kind. They still wanted her dead as well on orders, but this came first.
What others opinions on her being there had been, she didn't ask. She staid quiet, and waited for orders. There was no point in giving her a weapon, she couldn't use one. She wouldn't want to. Even if she had spent the last centuries as a Warrior of God, she was just a human now...sort of, with no weapon experience. She'd keep out of trouble, and make sure everyone knew what was going on in Holy land, she'd know when they had God.
Her hand was locked around her glowing Grace, concealing its brightness in her hand while she watched the others talk, banter, or wait for orders. However this went, it would seriously effect her life, and she had to be part of it. Anna couldn't stay out, she needed to see Alastair gone. Her only regret was having to leave the Lux, she liked it there, Elaine had been kind, and Lucifer hadn't been that bad. She'd miss Her. When it looked like they were ready to move, her eyes locked on the entrance, face going blank. Everything seemed much more scarier when you were a mortal.