Due to the damage he token from the battle with the three demons and a new arrival of a construct Leviathan was force to fall back behind Jenkins and the supporting men. "Try to hold them off for a couple of minutes , I should be healed in a few." Levi says retreating a little farther from Jenkins location.

After sustaining the near-lethal burn, Levina had to think quickly. Hellfire damage wasn't like normal damage... it took angelics much longer to heal from such wounds. Humans would most likely die from the magical festering it caused. As much as she hated to think it, she knew that she had to get out of the fight. Even though she literally lived for the fight, she actually had to stay alive to do so. Levi blackrolled out of the immediate range of the nearby damned souls and demons. She retreated to the shadows, finding comfort in being unseen.

Raphael stood starring across the war zone at the giant mass of evil hatred and muscle he had managed to Piss off. He saw the demonic construct land in front of the little demon causing a major scene. Just then he noticed he could no longer hear the hiss of silver piercing demonic flesh and knew the assassin had reatreated. At the moment he realised this he could see the little demon take off running back towards the outpost. He looked up to see if their attack had done anything at all to the shield. Even though it flickered with one demon no longer concentrating on it it still held strong. As he stood their looking up he couldn't help but wonder if this was how his parents felt on that day so long ago. How could he keep hope if he had given it his all just to realize his efforts hadn't had any affect. Rapheal sighed and lifted his arm in front of him, even though he was truly alone he couldn't run. "My name is Raphael morning-star, scourge of the demons of the wasted plains know this before I drag us all back down to Hell" he yelled fully prepared to give his life if it meant someone could get the job done.