Its armor was so thick and strong, the aliens couldn't even tell the gender of this being. With silver glitter catching the sun's rays and the purple lining, this being looks something out of a fantasy movie.
The angel had a great voice that thundered over the two girls souls. "You must be the alien I heard about."
"And you are?" LaLa asked.
"I'm the Battle Angel, sent from the heavens above to assistant you."
"You know what I strive for?"
"Yes, I do know about you and your close friend, and what your goal is."
That is when the angel removed its helmet, revealing a beautiful woman underneath the heavy armor. Her long flowing hair fell out of the helmet and rested upon her shoulders ever so lovely. Her eyes were that of new vegetation growing on a dying valley, such a vivid green. Her skin was a lovely dark shade, it even seemed to glow. She had not one of a single flaw on her face; everything was youthful, symmetrical, and perfect. This being was indeed an angel sent from above, a creature of perfection.
Her voice was clearing than crystals, and just as exquisite as her body herself, "You aim to have a title of goddess."
LaLa's bright eyes didn't match the magnitude of the glowing of the Battle Angel. The three of them knew what they were aiming for, and now with a guild, LaLa and Henna can meet their goals.
The angel's opened wide and her head turned the right. The girls looked at her gaze seeing Mike looking back at them. He had overheard what the angel had said and finally understood why LaLa left him and the others behind. The angle started to walk to him, moving her helmet under her left arm. She was about twice his height, she kneeled on one knee but she still had to look down at him.
"You must be one of friends of LaLa," the Battle Angel spoke.
Mike couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He was stunned the first time he saw LaLa human and how unexpected he was off her beauty. This was like that scene but seeing perfection of a real angel, not a fallen one, took his breath away. He had found himself flushing like a stop sign.
"I see I have taken the air away from you lungs, and speech doesn't come to your tongue. This is not the first time this has happen, but I see you are a friend to this alien of this world. And your soul is in balance but it is slightly moving to evil though."
"My soul is in balance?" Mike was able to speak, but his was still blushing.
"Yes and the angel of death is still a long ways from you."
"Angel of death?"
"But I have already said too much. But don't fret for your soul, you and LaLa's other friends have ties to the other side."
"You're losing me."
"It is reasonable for a mere mortal to not fully comprehend the transition of life to death and afterwards."
"You were talking about death?" he asked.
"I fill you in later Mickey," Henna stated.
"Don't call me Mickey," Mike's was getting annoyed by her.
"Fine, I won't call you 'Mickey'."
"I'll call you Mickey Mouse, Mickey Mouse," Henna teased.
She and LaLa burst into a giggling fit, unable to control themselves. Mike was getting mad but the little fit of laughter had awakened something deep inside of him. That something was the old memories of his younger days. The Battle Angel stood up, not finding anything funny about such a name.