The battle raged around Adonai. It seemed that their foe was quite the competent summoner. Whatever spirit he had bound to him had given him the ability to, well, have copies of himself. Which needless to say made killing (or evading) him rather more difficult than Adonai would have liked.

The first thing to do, though, was get rid of the common mass produced grenade that Helen had almost set off by accident. He was quite familiar with the model, and given its likely blast radius he decided it would be best to salvage it rather than throw it somewhere to explode and possibly hurt innocent people. A few quick taps from a quickly procured tool and the explosive powder that fueled the grenade was streaming out of the soon to be inert sphere. Adonai collected it up in one of several empty pouches, it would still be useful later.

Once he had finished, he joined the others teaching the Ice-spirit its lesson. The mixture from before would still be in the air, but that apparently wasn’t enough to discourage it from attacking [i]his[/i] wife. His steam revolver was free of its holster in a blink and leveled at the things center of mass. Six quick trigger pulls, accompanied by the signature whump-hiss of high pressure steam being released, and Adonai’s gun clicked empty. His sword also came free of its sheath, gripped in his other hand, he held it high, ready to parry any further attacks on his wife that the persistent beast might make.

So consumed with rage and the desire to safeguard his wife was he, that it was not until part way through his reloading that he noticed one of the Walkins clones had managed to take the girl by the hair and begin dragging her away. By then Eli had leapt after the Walkins’, flashing steel in hand. Though Adonai wished to see these children kept safe from Walkins, he would not risk Helen for them, and he wouldn’t let her run blindly after them either. In his cold and calculating anger, he chose to leave the girls fate to Eli.