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After Jin and Alistair had finished offering their mercies, the man who called himself Ryan paid no heed. It was commendable for them to have put in the effort, but the heaviness that lingered after suggested that it would be in vain. Keeping his clutch on [i]Jiuzai[/i] tight, Yu's eyes narrowed at the man who continued to take leisurely sips of his wine. This was the calm. Next would come the storm.

Just then, the sound of gunshots rang out in the air, followed by the rushed entrance of an unknown person. Yu’s arm tensed immediately and raised his whip, but paused, realizing the man wore a cassock, and a sash framed with bold embroidery. Threaded in strong cursive, the familiar writing looked to be in Latin. Outside of this man's unwarranted entrance, the presence of holy incantations on his garb suggested he was on their side. However, as far as Yu was aware, the FBI only briefed them on three other allies. Just what on earth was this man doing here? Then the man in question spoke Russian; a guess Yu placed from having grown up with a diverse cast of Church members. 

In turn, Ryan proceeded to spew pointless words to announce his departure. 

Later a snap sounded, and he was gone, only to be replaced by ten suits of heavy armor. Instantly, Jiuzai was uncoiled and fell to the floor with a thud, hilt gripped by a hand that had already begun to grow sweaty. The air around Yu grew stuffy, nearly bumping into Jin as he backed into the group.

[color=#889BAE][i]Were they humans?[/i][/color]

The thought brought back a feeling; a load he so long refused to bear. A shaky hand reached for Jieru in an attempt to fill it up, a prayer long having left his lips. Metal soles rushed to meet wood, however, and his plea for guidance was interrupted by a rough shove to the side.

It seemed the prayer worked but was long overdue. A disgruntled priest quickly gathered his bearings after nearly having landed on his own iron-spoked whip. He looked back up in time to see Jin strike a suit’s head hard with his weapon, only then realizing that he worked to protect him. A kind soul that housed a selfless heart - one that Yu could not relate to. 

Mother Ekaterine’s roar filled the room then, chilling him to the bone. If God himself were a witness to this scene, would he feel pity for who they were up against? An image from missions past reminded him of Mother Eka’s bloodthirsty nature. Whether it be by their blood or her own, she had the will and so she made the way. Such resolve could drive even the devil to the back of his seat. Without a doubt, she would handle herself perfectly fine. On the other hand, Jin and Alistair had their own pursuers, and it was in his mind to help as soon as possible. But then, a suit of armor materialized right before him, harboring a different plan. 

A sword rushed towards Yu. He dodged to the left, but not without the blade’s tip slicing along his side. It dragged through almost an inch deep, nearly causing the priest to stumble. With it came only a little blood, but that was enough to set him off. His heart would have gotten stuck in his throat had his adrenaline not kicked in then. Immediately, he backed off and lit his censer, then proceeded to chain it to his belt. The scent of frankincense and myrrh infiltrated the suits of armor through tiny gaps. By God's will, the suit that pursued him began to vibrate, looking almost distressed. 

Yu swung his whip backwards and immediately cracked it forth in a silver-grey blur. Steel spokes whipped circles around the armor's neck, dealing no damage but nearly sealing itself in place. There were no gasps, no curses… no sign of any human inside. 

And behind him, a giant window.

Only, it was several feet too far. So using both arms, the priest leaned his entire body weight to pull the fatigued suit of armor towards him. It stumbled in his direction, but the struggle was too real. Even with the smoke's effect, the vast difference in height and size was apparent. Still he continued to pull, this time facing forward and suddenly feeling like an ox dragging a heavy cart. 

The smoke continued to do its work, and Yu felt the lack of resistance. So, once again he faced the armor, and jumped. His feet dug into the floor and granted enough strength to yank the suit straight behind him. Its scarf of thorns unwrapped easily, and the armor was sent crashing through the window.