"Don't think you can wh-" Bel is cut off the moment he sees the flash of light. Something would hit them, though it didn't hurt. He faintly noticed they were falling much slower than they normally would be... which was a good thing, since he assumed whatever Harp had tried to do had failed. On some level Bel was thankful to whatever had slowed their fall, but at the same time was rather irritated. It hadn't even been a full ten minutes. And Bel still wanted to know what Harp's mission was.

The demons thoughts were brought to a halt as he promptly slams into the concrete along side Harp. His head promptly bounces right off of the sidewalk, some skin on the side of his face swelling red. He likely had some other minor scrapes elsewhere, but it was hard to tell with his clothing. And one of his shoes fell off, too. BUT he really didn't seem to care about any of that. In fact, he had a rather irritated look upon his face as he looked towards Harp. 

"They never really listen... and you -really- need to tell me what they sent you to do. Whatever it is, it is obvious they are not just going to let this go." Bel rumbles out, already pushing himself back up on slightly shaky feet.