Solrina landed on the Bull's back, provoking the bovine to buck around wildly, desperately trying to get the angel off of its back but no matter how hard the bull tried the angel latched herself on to him for dear life with her eyes shut tight.
The cowboy knew a moment like this was considered a right of passage in Wrath, but whether the angel knew that or not, for someone to take on a Bull without a rope and knife was practically suicide. "Hang in there Canary, I'm coming-"
Before the cowboy could climb the fence and finish his sentence, he saw the angel inch closer to the bull's head, once she was close enough, she side swept herself off the bull and planted her feet into the ground with the bull held in a chokehold. This stopped the bovine dead in his tracks, but that didn't stop its thrashing about in the angel's grasp. When she had enough of the thrashing, Solrina jerked the bull forward causing it to lose it's footing on one hoof. Using her own strength to keep it down.
Now the bull was pissed; it started to mooing and exhaled mighty flames from it's mouth to tell the angel she needs to back off, but even the scorching flames weren't enough to falter the angel from her task. While the bull kept spewing flames, she kept reaching out for one of it's horns on it's head. Why she was doing this even the cowboy didn't know.
"Hold on Canary, I've got the knife!"
"No need!"
No need? No need?! The fuck was the angel on about; of course she needs the knife, how else was she to kill the damn thing?! Before he could make haste with the knife, he looked up and saw the angel had grabbed the bull by one of it's horns and with all her strength, snapped it's neck far into her bosom with the rest of it's body falling limp behind her.
The cowboy stood there in shock, sure he's heard stories of angels and what they're capable of but to see them in action? It's no wonder both the living and the damned were scared of them. "Well I'll be damned..." he muttered, watching the angel pick up the bull and hung it over her shoulders as if it weighed nothing to her.
"Where do you want me to leave the body sir?" she asked making her way towards him.
"Canary, what you did was by far the craziest shit I've seen anyone do," he hissed, his tail rattling in irritation, "Any person in their right mind down here would have assumed you had a death wish."
The angel looked hurt by the Cowboy's comment; sure what she did was a bit brash but he didn't have to go so far as to say that. Her sorrow filled eyes were soon picked up by the sound of her employer laughing again.
"But I'll be damned if I didn't say that was impressive," he chuckled.
"You- You really think so sir?" Solrina asked, beaming up at his praise.
"'Course, saves me the trouble of finding the bullet in the fuckin' thing," he commented, walking on to another part of the ranch, "C'mon, that bull ain't gonna skin itself."
The angel followed soon after the cowboy with the bull in tow.
"Oh, and Canary."
The angel stopped in her tracks behind her employer who turned to see her face to face. "Yes sir?"
"Call me Striker."
"You're lucky I have ice boxes Canary," Striker chuckled, entering the house with packages of meat both him and the angel packed for him to store away.
"Look at it this way, you and Bombproof will have enough food to last you all for a month... maybe longer?" Solrina hummed, carrying the other half of the packages into the house, following him down to the basement.
"You ain't taking any?" he asked.
"Nah, I don't have a means of storing it, let alone being able to cook it," she answered, "Besides, I think you need more meat on your bones than I do."
As Striker placed the meat down on the table, he looked at the angel as if he was offended. "Oh so that's how you're playing, eh Canary?" he huffed, opening the ice box and placing the meat inside.
"Tell me I'm wrong Cowboy?" she teased, giving him a playful smile as she passed the other packages of meat for the cowboy to pack, leaving all but one package for tonight's dinner. The angel grabbed the package and started climbing up the stairs. "I'm going to go start working on dinner."
"Alright, I might be a little late so don't wait for me," he responded, closing the ice box behind him.
"You're not going to be able to help me?"
"Nah, Bombproof and I got one more task before we can eat."
"Aww, okay," Solrina sighed, knowing Bombproof would have loved to see his portion of food that was ready for him. "Oh! I almost forgot I needed to ask you-"
"Upstairs in the attic," quick to the drawl the cowboy left the angel in a stupor, "Figured you were going to need some fabric to fix that dress of yours. You should be able to find everything you need up there."
"A-Ah. Thank you Striker," was all the angel could mutter before watching Striker walk out of the house and hop right on top of Bombproof, riding him towards the porch of the house to see Solrina watching him.
"Oh, and Canary."
"Hm?"
"Don't burn the house down."
"What?!" she hollered in offense.
Before Striker could get an earful from the angel, Bombproof was already riding off with his owner in tow into the barren lands.