Damien was charged from the side by a gargoyle that used a staff. He narrowly escaped damage by the staff and attempted an attack on the stone beast. Despite his good hits on several possible weak points, he was unable to slow the gargoyle's strangely quick and rather effective attacks. After another hit and an attempt at using his demonic power, he was surprised by a side-swipe and was launched into a wall.

Damien growled in anger as he staggered momentarily to his feet, taking a moment to assess his damage (his shoulder felt contorted, perhaps a bone cracked somewhere) as well as look to the others. Genevieve had just given an order to one of her flock to aim for the eyes, and it seemed to be effect. Damien looked to the left and once again got caught in an attack. This time, he used the force of the momentum to his advantage and was able to turn the staff against the gargoyle and straight intoone of its eyes. It gave a defeaning screech as Damien pulled the staff from the ruptured socket and impaled the opposite side. The stone beast gave a final roar as its body froze and burst into dust.

That was three down.

Damien turned to seek out another gargoyle and found an injured Genevieve getting ready for the attack coming her way. He growled and rushed forward with his new weapon, swinging the staff with a lace of his power and landing a hit on the gargoyle, its head cracking all the way around before it became a pile of dust.

"We're not done yet, Angel," he bit out, his words laced with the slightest bit of pain. That hit had made things worse, it seemed.

"Your flockmates are handling the small ones; we should be able to take down the leader."