[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/nSR9bAD.png[/img][/center][center][h1]Yu[/h1][/center][hr]
The priest had a moment to breathe with the armor out of the picture. He was a little shaken, knowing very well that he could have been the one to fall had the smoke wavered. There was a sense of relief to be had… but it escaped him much too quickly. The battle was far from over.

Whip ready and tensions high, careful eyes darted between his team. There were no words-- only dead bodies, and the underlying stench of iron mingling with smoke. This unnerved him, but he was at ease to find his allies were managing. Mother Eka as expected made short work of her cultists, with the help of Dhzon, who then made his way to Alistair’s side. Already, more corpses littered the floor. Yu spotted one in particular by the blond priest’s feet, helmet having rolled off to reveal a missing left eye, along with a pained expression. The whip-handler grimaced.

[color=#889BAE][i]Please, don’t look at me like that.[/i][/color]

As if on cue, a head rolled across the floor, stopping in time to cast an empty glance at him. One frantic kick and curse later, it was out of the priest’s sight. More humans were dead, but not because of him, at least. It was a sickening thought, but God's work still needed to be done… it just couldn't be by his own hands.

It was then, with the air heavy as it was, that something changed.

At the door, a woman appeared-- a sister, or so it seemed. Both her posture and the sound of her voice made him question that notion, as they made him nervous in a way he couldn't properly explain. For a moment Yu stood there, speechless, making no effort to hide his disdain. Had their circumstances been different, he would have even scolded her for carrying the nun’s garb in such a provocative way-- intentional or not. Still, aside from her sudden appearance and alarmingly lax demeanor, the priest felt that something else was off about her. Her presence brought along what seemed like a lightness in the air; or rather, the reek of demon applying itself elsewhere. The frown on his face only deepened as he wondered whether that was a good thing.

Deep howls erupted from the hallway behind her, and upon sensing her oncoming demise, pushed himself to move. Surely, he'd be damned if he allowed a church official to die under God's watch.

[color=#889BAE][i]Lord, I only ask that you help me now.[/i][/color]

Yu ran to grab the woman's arm, pulling her behind him as metal swung back through the air. With her out of the way, Jiuzai cracked forward a great distance, steel napping around the first creature's neck. Sizzles were heard as spikes dug into flesh, the stench of burning rot filling the air. The beast thrashed in the whip's hallowed grasp, and even with both hands, proved to be a struggle to apprehend. However, it blocked the doorway, leaving no room for the demons before it to enter. Sweat formed at the hilt in Yu's effort to grip tighter, silently praying for the smoke to work faster. Frustration growing increasingly evident, he shot a glance to the woman at his side.

[color=#889BAE]"Who told you to arrive here alone! Do you not understand how [i]dangerous[/i]--"[/color]

A pained grunt stopped him mid-complaint.

[color=#889BAE]“Brother Jin!”[/color] His head snapped to his senior, whose face spilled blood. What was he doing? Clearly, he needed help. However, Yu's heart quickened at the thought of releasing the whip, knowing it was the only thing keeping the beasts at the door. The holy smoke needed more time to work, while Brother Alistair and Dzhon still had two cultists left. 

The sister stood behind him, suspicious, but harmless thus far.

[color=#889BAE]"If I let go now, it will mean trouble for all of us,"[/color] Yu hurriedly explained through gritted teeth, suppressing the tremble in his voice. [color=#889BAE]"Please, if you can, go and assist our brothers..."[/color]

Something clicked. It was then that he realized why the smoke seemed ineffective, and why their opponents only fought harder than earlier. The window was broken during his struggle... all the fresh air pooled in, and precious smoke leaked out. Frantic, he called out across the room.

[color=#889BAE]"Mother Ekaterine! I can't hold them for much longer!"[/color]