Sister Samantha Teresa, also known as Sam, hefted her pistols calmly as they raced across the rooftops towards the sounds of sirens. "You ready?" the brown haired woman in priest's garb asked her partner grimly. Descent wasn't even trying to hide her demonic nature tonight, the raven haired woman's beauty almost inhuman as she followed Sam. "No, to be honest," she answered flatly, "but there's no choice." "You could just leave it to me and Aileen," Sam pointed out as they leapt the gap between two buildings, the faint scent of smoke in the air. "They want me," Decent said grimly, her eyes glowing red, "and I won't have any more innocent deaths on my conscience." There was a crash of breaking glass and Sam called, "Incoming!" even as the roof exploded into flames around them. Descent swiftly grabbed Sam in her strong arms even as she focused her will, her back bulging a moment as she swiftly grew leathery wings. With a sweep of those powerful wings she gently carried them over the flames and over to the next roof, dropping down to where a young man waited for them calmly. "Not bad," Pyre admitted. "Die," Sam fired fast, bullets hissing through the air but Pyre was ready, dodging even as he tossed another vial at the priest. Descent shoved her backwards as the glass broke against her back then screamed in pain as her wing burst into flames, shining like some torch. Howling her body shifted, trying to put the flame out, finally managing it after half a minute or so. Pyre watched in fascination, a erection obviously tenting the man's pants. "Ha! First blood to...." Pyre started to gloat when there was a bark of a weapon then a bead of red appeared on his forehead. He swayed, then dropped as the bullet wound in his forehead finally registered. "Fool," Sam scowled as she put her gun back under her priest's garb and hurried over to Descent's side. "Are you all right?" she demanded, kneeling down to where Descent was crouched on the ground. "Hurts like hell," Descent said flatly, "I think there was some Holy Water mixed in with whatever he hit me with." She straightened up, biting back a groan, "Let's go." "Right," Sam said. She picked up the radio that Alex Conner gave her and listened, "Two women are reported on the loose downtown... and there's chaos all over though." "Diana put a bounty on us to draw out freelancers," Descent said flatly, "they're probably seizing the chance, too." "Then let's get to work," Sam said as she calmly refilled her gun's clips. In a small corner store nearby the cashier stepped back from the till, raising her hands as the blonde said, "Please... I gave you all the money!" "And I appreciate it," the well dressed young man smiled, his black hair perfectly neat, "but you've seen my face." He raised his pistol then stiffened, "Urk?" "You okay?" Descent asked the cashier as she calmly let the boy's body drop to the floor, blood on her clawed fingers. "Ye..yes," the woman stammered. "You'd better close up," Sam called from where she watched from the doorway, "I doubt things are going to get much safer." "Right," the blonde smiled weakly as she watched them go. She looked down at the body and her eyes widened, "Does that mean I have to clean this up? Ewww!" "Freeze!" the police officer raised his gun as the two women left the store, his black hair falling into his eyes. His uniform gleamed but his eyes more than a little wild as his hands shook just a bit with nerves. "No," Descent said, "we're a bit busy." "What?" he blinked. "I'm sorry but we've got a army of killers chasing us," Sam explained, noticing that the young man seemed to be a little less high strung when they talked, "once we take care of that we'll get back to you." "I can't..." he brought his pistol up once again. "Fuck," Descent swore as she leapt, moving with inhuman speed. "Mommy," the officer squeaked out as the dark shape descended on him then the world went black. "You didn't..." Sam sounded alarmed. "He fainted," Descent said flatly. She dragged him over to the corner store and banded on the door, "Hello!" "Yes?" the cashier unlocked the door, hefting her attacker's gun. "I hate to ask," Descent gestured apologetically towards the out cold cop, "but I can't just leave him on the street." "Right," the blonde nodded, dragging him in. "Oh," she smiled wryly, "thank you for saving my life." Descent smiled and shrugged, "It's what I do." "I think you've made another conquest," Sam said as they walked away. "Don't start," Descent said with a sigh, seeing yet another maniac coming. "Die!" she cried, twin swords whirling in a complex dance. "No," Sam capped her calmly, dropping the swords wielding woman with a single shot. "Didn't I see Indiana Jones do that once?" Descent asked with gallows humor. "Probably," Sam checked her radio once again. "Multi-vehicle pile up in the fashion district," she reported grimly, "and someone's taking pot shots at the rescue workers." "Then let's go," Descent said as they headed off. Meanwhile Aileen watched her companion warily as they charged the bar, the sounds of chaos within growing louder. The redhead let Rosette go in first then followed up with her guns blazing, killing the gang members with no mercy. The owner lay in a bloody wreck on the bar where one of the scum had been cutting him, the others scattered about the place killing the customers or waitresses. "God may forgive you," Rosette cried as she tossed a cross, the end filed to a point, "I will not!" As the man dropped, blood splattering she followed up with a swing of the weighted rosary, sending him crashing to the earth. "Oh god oh god oh..." the waitress squealed fearfully as Aileen leapt over the table she was hiding under. "Stay there," Aileen ordered the woman as she fired once again, efficiently sending a third man to a early grave. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," Rosette cast a powder into another man's eyes, making him squeal in agony as it burned. She kneed him in the balls then struck with her rosary, drawing the heavy metal beads aside to reveal the razor wire beneath. "No," Aileen put her hand on Rosette's arm to stop her as she nodded towards the hysterically crying waitresses who were all slowly emerging from their concealment, looking at their two saviors in awe. Rosette ground her teeth together but nodded, putting on the rosary once more. "The judgement of god awaits you," she said as she swiped one of Aileen's pistols and fired, splatting blood on the end of her robes. "Thank you," a young man wept weakly from nearby. "Come on," Aileen reclaimed her gun as she hurried over to the badly wounded man laying on the bar. "Do you intend to put him out of his misery?" Rosette asked, looking at the bleeding man with a unholy fascination. "Not the way you mean," Aileen said flatly, laying her hands on him. Despite being expelled from the Knights Templar she had never lost her faith...or the gifts that faith granted. A soft glow danced around them as Aileen prayed, the cuts and wounds that covered the man fading, closing up in seconds. Rosette crossed herself, for a moment actually looking like a real nun. "I forget at times that you are touched by god," she confessed. "Let's go," Aileen said. The idea of this notoriously unstable women around these innocents scared her, honestly, and she wanted them out of here as soon as possible.
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