They fell quickly, and a silence crept into the ornate hall. Isaac didn’t allow them to bask in the triumph. He nodded towards Advantage and shifted his gaze to the imposing golden door.

“Let’s get Warren and get out of here"

Grabbed the two hilts from his back, empty initially until two blades of light burst from them and rushed forward. With a swift motion, he slashed at the remaining underlings, too distracted by his companon to notice his approach. --

Isaac dashed forward while she skillfully distracted their foes. The occasional thud of bullets striking the walls compelled him to glance at her, admiring how she weaved and danced around them, annoying her attackers with her agile maneuvers, all while keeping her focus on helping him.

He --

"They are." Je finished the snack quicker than he could take the dollar from his wallet. In fact, he grabbed a few more.

"Can I get another?" He offered the cash. "This is going well for you?"

His arms drop, but he's not hurt. Instead, he comes to his next offer.

"Want a drink?"

"Nah a donut is fine, thanks." He had a look around as he held the fresh goods, adding.

"How much?"

He didn't mind, finally he actually visibly relaxed more now he told her about the other. He could finally move away from what happened.

"Oh, ok, this is good." He said around the donut.

They glowed brighter as he spun, unleashing a shower of sharp, radiant spikes down upon the cult embers.

The crowd was finally thinning.

"We just need to hold out a bit longer." He spoke as he landed next to Advantage determination written on his face.

He was actually hopeful.

Finally, her skill had given them a brief respite for thought. Isaac huffed as he sprinted through the now cleared space, leaping over the unconscious goons sprawled across the ground.

Fine, If they wanted an angel...

Wings of light erupted behind him, propelling him high into the air, --

The onslaught continued, and as she shouted, he quickly ducked for cover.

"Wow. That was...something." The sheer intensity of the display of her power left him momentarily speechless. --

"You should of seen how they hounded me when I first escaped." He said, nodding in agreement as he landed a few precise hits on some of the closest attackers. --

He'd only just started to know who was looking back at him in that reflection too.

"My eye. And threw the efforts of everything we did in our faces. I saw what you wanted. You wanted to give into his grasp." Isaac stooped to the other's level.

"Your friend will come soon. You have some supplies here. But that is all. We are done. Goodbye." And with a flash, he disappeared.

and as he executed a pirouette mid-air, he unleashed a barrage of hard light spikes. The projectiles shot forth, striking several of the advancing cult members just as he landed with a thud.

“Advantage, behind you!” he shouted, urgency in his voice to warn her of rapid oncomers.

Isaac sprang onto the banister, sliding down with a swift grace that defied the chaos around him. As he launched himself into the air above Advantage, he caught fleeting glints of the weapons she had stuck to the ceiling. Orbs of light formed in his hands, pulsing with energy, --

"Father is coming. He wants you alive, but not your fellow sinner."

And the crowd surged forward towards the pair, blending the preacher into the mass.

"Fallen Angel!" The oke at the front shouted, his voice echoing off the grotesque walls. "You dare bring your heretics into this holy space? To take away another gift given to us?" His eyes burned with fervor as he turned to the crowd, his voice raising. --

Down that opening that door, and going through wouldn't be that simple.

As if to answer his unspoken fears, the main doors of the hall swung open with a boom, a wave of HIM members poured in, carrying am array of weapons and each wearing a twisted grin that sent shivers down his spine. --