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[indent]Ren’s caress of her food filled cheek didn’t help the battle of infatuation she was feeling for the man. A tingled sensation rushed her body while she tried desperately to keep a calm façade. She was outwardly unaffected by his touch. The task of restraint, however, was quickly surmounted by the empathy she felt at the sight of his tears. Apparent by his weeping, Ren had not only overheard the discussion of Queno’s death, but was deeply hurt by the news as well. At least he wasn’t angry. Still, by the quizzical solemnity of his eyes, it was possible he hadn’t quite fingered Devlin as the culprit - and although she felt the urge to console the musician by clarifying just how much of a despicable human Queno actually was - the sounding alarm of the church bell and invading army of undead soon stole her attention.  

She forced herself with great effort to let Ren finish his ensuing and desperate plea to save the children from the church, before she then responding with the suppressed need to retrieve the bow from her back.

Nodding with a note of impatience, Devlin answered ‘yes-yes-yes’ as she nocked a bodkin point arrow and turned to make haste for the church. She sprinted at breakneck speed, each step propelled with a burst of electricity at the balls of her feet. With a quick draw, release, reload, then another release, she broke the lumbar curve of two undead attempting the block her path, and while the two skeletons had not yet finished crumbling to the ground, she leaped over them and cleared the rickety stone fence of the courtyard too. She didn’t even stop to consider that maybe Ren hadn't the means to keep up with her pace until, while cutting across the courtyard, the very last leaf fell almost gracefully from the tree and dashed against her shoulder in passing. The knock against her shoulder was light, but still just enough to make her stop; sliding to a halt as she turned to check if her friend was behind her. 

She took this opportunity to returned the bow to her back and draw Mada's gift to her - the antiquated broadsword - from her back instead. A more practical weapon to use inside the church they were about to enter. When Ren had caught up, Devlin was off again, though at a slightly lessened pace, bursting through the doors of the church and down the corridor to the hall where she found numerous children huddled in panic. 

The sound of chaos was clearly heard all about in the streets outside, but as of yet none of the undead had entered the church. Nevertheless, they would soon be breaking down the doors - that, and the repetitious tremors of the church foundation made it more than clear that something even bigger was headed quickly in their direction.

“Follow Ren!” She ordered the kids as sparks spat from her mouth, and then turned her attention to Ren as he entered the hall; “Find them a place to hide, or lead them back out the way we came in - And run! Head west if you're leaving the church! Away from the horde – I’ll cover you!”[/indent]