Crystal's heavy breathing increased. Suddenly, she threw the bottle at him with tremendous force, not caring whether or not it hit him; regardless, it was going to hit something. That's the moment when the scarred woman looked exhausted, because she was. Her head was pounding and her mind felt like it was swimming through cobwebs. "Fine," she growled through clenched teeth. "But you're going to have to carry me there, my powers aren't working."

Juliettee kept her ground, barely moving an inch as Waiola threatened her. Her features were cold and set like stone, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. The only reason she moved was to gasp and cover her mouth in surprise as Bluebird punched the other across the jaw. "There is no need for any more violence [i]or[/i] shouting. Someone could he-" She was cut short when she heard some policemen and their dogs heading towards them. "Oh great," the angel sighed in exasperation. She then held up her hand towards the entrance of where they were and the direct opposite way. Her eyes glowed white, while she spoke a soft prayer in her Angelic language, as the policemen and dogs stopped at where they were. But they didn't react. One called that they was nothing there and carried on.