Only a moment after she left the van, Beth saw Parael follow suit and head straight for the Rusty Steak Knife. That was not the plan. She spared the van a brief glance before surging after him. Still, she kept to the darkened half of the street and moved through any would-be obstacles to reach him faster. She halted in her path when he entered the bar. What was he up to?

She weighed her options: follow him inside and draw attention as an unfamiliar spirit, or wait and hope he had some sort of an idea. Neither felt like a particularly good plan, and she left herself a mental note to kick Parry up the ass should they make it back to the bunker. Beth huddled in the shadows near the building, watching the front doors and the Celestial as she tried to keep an eye on just about everything else, as well. Despite having no body, she felt tense, especially when she saw Parael disappear into the bar.

She cursed the old witch for never giving her something more than what she did, for not granting her superior senses upon her death, or something. Beth couldn't hear a thing said inside the bar and it only served to make her more anxious. 

Then she heard the gun shots, and Rikive sped through her and sent a bolt of pins and needles through her form.

Beth moved so fast she all but vanished. She raced into the Rusty Steak Knife, disregarding the multitude of sensations that washed over her as she passed through humans and thralls alike on her way into the club, and wound up among the swarming bodies of vampires. She turned corporeal and shoved the nearest body out of her way, then spun, looking everywhere for Parael, and saw the clan tearing at themselves in their haste to feed on him. Then the Asgardian reappeared, leaping over the fray, and providing Beth with a trail to follow.

Halfway to the center of the frenzy, she started throwing bodies. She dug intangible hands into their chests, ignoring the burning sensation that grew the longer she did, became solid again, and tossed them as far as she could. Tony's beast form flashed in her peripherals. A quick look around deduced that her allies were pulling together, but if they did not organise themselves they would surely fail. 

A flash of light erupted into a curtain of flame around a large portion of the clan. Beth walked through it quite unharmed, only to lose sight of her goal when something exploded behind her. A bullet or two zipped through her. She growled and, no longer caring, passed directly through the remaining throngs of vampires to reach the center. As she did, she saw Rikive hoist Parael onto her shoulders and sprint away with him, past Flint, and out of the building. Beth made to follow, and came to Flint's side as a figure swiped at him. 

"Move!" she yelled, though her voice could barely be heard over the frenzy. She turned tangible once more and rushed forward to tackle to offending vampire. Perhaps there was still a chance to complete their initial mission.