No One's POV

"Look, I have to go in…" Genesis argues again, having heard Connor's plans from inside the Mystic Falls Grill. "Connor has three people. Matt Donovan, Jeremy Gilbert, and April Young. And he doesn't care who he hurts so long as he gets what he wants…"

"There has to be another way… Look, we can- we can use the old Lockwood tunnels." Damon tries to persuade or think of some other way without putting Genesis in the crossfire.

"There's no time, Damon." Genesis shakes her head. "Connor has every exit trapped, there is no way for them to make an escape, and he's planning something else. I couldn't quite make it out. There isn't any other option."

"Damon's right, Genesis…" Stefan offers. "There's gotta be something-"

"No, there isn't. Gabe can back me up if I need it."

"Of course, sugar cakes! Just like the old days! It'll be like the Persia War all over again!" Gabriel smirks.

"You and I remember the Persia War very differently…" Genesis snorts.

"No, Bambi… Just no. Come on, Elijah, Klaus. Did you say you had tangled with one of these guys before? Someone back me up here." Damon turns to one of the Originals for back up, and wow, times had certainly changed if he was actually allying himself with one of the Mikaelsons or asking for their advice.

"Oh… Look at that…" Gabriel comments, the door of the Mystic Falls Grill opening slowly. "Looks like there's no need…"

"You know… I've watched you… I've heard rumors of what you are… An angel." Connor says, walking out, his stride over confident and smug. "Not that I believe that. But if so, you associate with the wrong sort of type… Let one cling to you like a child to its mother. So, are you going to hide behind those monsters all day? Mindless beasts? Or are you going to face me?" Connor challenges.

Genesis merely turns, her face impassively blank, but clearly intent on rising to the challenge.

"Well, shit…" Gabriel just says. "Gen's gonna kill him. We about to see an ass kicking…" He inflects, watching his sister begin to stride towards the Hunter with clear intent, like a soldier walking into battle.

"Wait… She needs a beat with this." Gabriel all but cheers for his sister, his fingers coming together with a snap, music coming from their Father or Heaven only knows where.

Trumpets sound as Genesis walks forward with a confident step.

It's time for me to take it,
I'm the boss right now.
Not gonna fake it,
Not when you go down.
'Cause this is my game,
And you better come to play.

I used to hold my freak back,
Now I'm letting go.
I make my own choice,
Bitch, I run this show.
So leave the lights on,
No, you can't make me behave.

Genesis' Archangel blade appears in her hand with a flick, her eyes glowing with her grace, as she merely tilts her lips in a small smirk, practically baiting Connor to make the first move.

"I'm not your average hunt, you know." Genesis challenges with a tilt of her head.

"And, I'm not your average Hunter."

Connor charges, much like a bull charging, full of raw energy, power and force; Genesis dodged easily, barely needing to prepare, the attack easy, and with little strategy to it, her blade twirling in her hand, and her body twisting elegantly as she parried and deflected the blow, it was like playing cat and mouse, it was fledgling play.

"Is that all?" Genesis merely tilts her head, a challenging look that Lucifer would have worn, her blade spinning in her hand.

If anything, that made Connor angrier, not that she didn't know that; she was goading him, toying with him, pushing him to his limits, testing him, and then she'd go for the striking blow.

So you say I'm complicated,
That I must be outta my mind.
But you've had me underrated,
Rated, rated.

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being,
What's wrong with being confident?
What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being,
What's wrong with being confident?

Connor charged again, this time, faster, his strategy different, falling back to his training as a solider; he fought with a style of Krav Maga and Western Boxing the army taught, pairing his style easily with the use of his cuff stakes, vervain soaked gloves, and a gun loaded with specially carved bullets meant to incapacitate any vampire or werewolf.

It's time to get the chains out,
Is your tongue tied up?
'Cause this is my ground,
And I'm dangerous.
And you can get off,
But it's all about me tonight.

Despite his military training, strategies, and learned tactics, Connor was no match for Heaven's fiercest weapon; it took a moment, a split second, and with an elegant twist of her wrist Genesis found her mark, her Archangel blade slamming down into the Hunter's chest, her grace blazing through her eyes, burning blinding white with Heaven's power.

So you say I'm complicated,
That I must be outta my mind.
But you've had me underrated,
Rated, rated.

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being,
What's wrong with being confident?
What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being,
What's wrong with being confident?

"Damn, sis." Gabriel is the first to mutter anything.

Genesis simply smirks at her brother, rising from where she had knelt over the Hunter's fallen body, taking her blade from where it stuck out from the Hunter and snapping it away with her powers.

"What? Did you underestimate me?" Genesis questions.

"Me? Never. These knuckleheads, most definitely." Gabriel motions to the Mikaelsons and Salvatores who are staring at Genesis with poorly concealed shock and wonder.

"Hmm. Well, they should know better by now." Genesis gives them a look, particularly Niklaus.

"You just- just-" Damon says rather inelegantly, making a few aborted gestures with his hands as if to gesture to the fight or what Genesis just did. "And then-"

"Yes. And now we have no Hunter problem." Genesis answers for Damon, nodding a bit fondly.

"Are you always this elegant and articulate, buddy?" Gabriel teases the eldest Salvatore, a sassy grin on his face and mischief in his expression.

"Connor is at peace. As he should have been before the Mark and the curse of the Five took over. And, he is among friends. As warriors of your land should be. Honored in the ranks of Heaven. And the hostages are free. All safe and sound." She fills in for the rest of Damon or any of the other's potential questions.

"You just killed one of the Five, love." Niklaus finally manages to put together. "Are we going to have you hallucinating and attempting to kill us all?"

Genesis simply gives the Original Hybrid an unimpressed look, by now, Finn managing to gravitate back towards Genesis, cuddling up under her wing as if to assure himself of her safety.

"I'm an Archangel… Have you learned nothing from this ordeal, Niklaus?" Genesis replies.

"Well, it never helps to be too cautious, love…" Niklaus offers back.

"The answer is no, Nik." Genesis answers, fluffing her wing a little for Finn as he curls closer to Genesis, clearly displeased at his younger brother's questioning, if the protective and displeased look he was shooting Niklaus was anything to go by.

"It's a reasonable question, brother." Niklaus shoots Finn a look back.

"Children these days." Gabriel jokes, looking between Niklaus and Finn.

"Well, then…" Stefan interjects carefully, wanting to put this mess firmly behind him. "I guess… We're… Done here?"

"Gen…" A familiar voice calls, one Genesis would recognize anywhere, tone both a childish plea as if calling for a mother, and a whisper of holy reverence, a figure appearing in the middle of the street. "Genesis."

"You just had to jinx us, didn't you, hot stuff?" Gabriel groans, giving a look to the youngest Salvatore.

"Castiel."

Just like the old days! It'll be like the Persia War all over again!" Gabriel smirks.

"You and I remember the Persia War very differently…" Genesis snorts. ~

Black Window: Just like Budapest all over again.

Hawkeye: You and I remember Budapest very differently. - Black Widow and Hawkeye in "Avengers"

We about to see an ass kicking… ~ We're about to get our asses whooped! - Chief Master Sergeant Epps "Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen"

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