Inhibition - such a dirty word. If there was anything Varrina didn't have and didn't [I]care[/I] for, it was inhibition. You couldn't realistically have anything like that as a cultist. Individuals who followed their beliefs as hard as Varrina knew their actions would often need to be unrestricted. That was always a sign of the truly dedicated because there were people who claimed to be part of cults and groups, but they weren't willing to cross the line for the goals they sought. That line, that separation, was what had always put the slightly twisted girl in the purple hoodie into an entirely different class. And it was this same lack of inhibition that had caused the woman raise her weapon at the mere sight of the figure slumped over in the church. In her mind, this was all the proof she needed. A source told the group their truth was in the church and there it was, in the church. Murky visual confirmation was all that was necessary. 

Just as she was making her way over to see the figure's face though, a hand landed hard on her shoulder and pushed the arm down. Varrina's head snapped around to the origin of restriction and was surprised to see David's fearful face. He whispered some nonsense as Varrina sighed and turned away. "Innocence.... That's a funny way to say guilty, " She said considerably louder than David had been. "These... These [I]bastards[/I] are scum. And if an 'innocent' person dies, it was probably meant to be... " Varrina trailed and shook off David's hand. By that time, the others had begun to perk up. 

Ellie wondered about speaking to the figure while also simultaneously echoing David's thoughts. As she referred to the church as "sacred" however, Varrina slightly rolled her eyes and immediately thought [I]typical[/I]. In truth, Varrina was probably one of the few who didn't have a problem with - or better said, didn't care about - Ellie's religious tendencies. The two were closer to friends than anyone else in the group and even though Varrina didn't have a stance on religion, she had always respected Ellie's thoughts and beliefs. With the fruits of all her labor staring her right in the face though, Varrina didn't want to hear anything about innocence or sacred grounds. Who the hell cared about shit like that when the group was on the verge of proving that mythological beings did in fact exist and it was these beings who had influenced the world so heavily. That's when Mal spoke up. 

In Varrina's eyes, Mal had always been an asset. He shared the fearlessness she had, but in a different sort of way. While Varrina was fearless in expressing her opinions and views, Mal just seemed to be courageous in most situations. He was probably the least "crazy" of the group as well. While not clear on his goal, it had always seemed like Malcolm wanted straight answers for the sake of them. To say that this was part of history and should be recorded like anything else. He helped out when needed, but Varrina had always wondered how dedicated he really was. Would he cross the line if necessary? No one knew yet, but he sure wasn't afraid of questioning a potentially powerful creature. Even issuing a threat of sorts. Of course, that threat was met with the proper response. 

The figure laughed before stumbling to its feet and speaking. It was a man. It sounded like a man and even looked like a man. That is, until his eyes went completely black and the church began to respond to something he was doing. The darkness itself became thicker and rose from the ground, wrapping the group into one spot and acting as some sort of barrier. Varrina scoffed at the fact that she had been stopped from firing when she had the chance, but also looked on in awe as water filled the doorway. The liquid suspended itself in the shape of the door, but even with ideas of what was coming next, no one had time to react. The water suddenly crashed towards the group and washed over them, separating each member and throwing them into different parts of the church. Varrina didn't even time to scream as she was carried by the wave into a solid wall of the church before crashing through an old pew and into the cobbled ground. 

Everything hurt. Her bones, her muscles, her skin, all of it was throbbing. It didn't help that Varrina's gun had been washed from her hand and was nowhere to be found for the moment. She decided to stay down for the moment. She figured if the thing thought she was dead, maybe she could get away alive after it left or something. In the back of her head though, excitement welled up and her heart jumped beats. They were real. The Guardians were real and she had just been attacked by one. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to die with the truth. Others in history had done so. With those thoughts, Varrina closed her eyes and awaited whatever would come next.