The man fell limp, his temple cracked beneath the weight of Katiel's hands. The illusion beginning to fade, a scarred, burned texture returned to the man's skin. His eyes bleached yellow again, and his hair receded, only to be replaced with bony spires that protruded wickedly from his skull. Katiel stood, covered in blood, and took a moment to compose himself. He could not be sure that Kari was out of the building, nor could he know whether there were more assailants. Likely they had been tailing her, waiting for her to be alone... he needed to get back to her, quickly. But he could not simply let the demon lie there. The less questions asked, the better... he would need to dispose of the body. It was a good thing he had been trained for this eventuality.

He took a small match-book out of his back pocket, rolled up his sleeve, and struck it alight against the skin of his forearm. The tiny flame was gentle, blue. It calmed him to know that it was there. He held the thing to his clothing, and at once the foul, stinking blood upon them ignited and was gone - Katiel's eyebrows nearly being singed off in the process. He then looked to the demonic body and threw the match upon it - just like the blood, the thing caught fire quickly. He was glad the old tricks still worked.

Katiel picked up the gun, and examined it. He was hoping that it had been modified in some way, but alas it was a standard service pistol. He turned it over for a moment, thinking what to do with it. Neither he, nor the assassin, had fingerprints - one of the more minor differences in physiology between humans and his kin. Which meant that the gun was probably clean, and untraceable. There was no sense leaving it though, so he slipped it gently inside his jacket pocket and did his best to conceal it as he left the bathroom and went to find Kari. Hopefully she was not too shaken by the experience.