~Joel~
"Fate deals a cruel hand."
"And often it's the innocent who suffer."
Joel could but hold the children close as Sam tried to attack Heo. He barely had the chance to run, by the time he was on his feet Heo had already dodged the swift wolf's attack and made a fissure in the ground spewing hell-fire, and before he knew it he was being swept up in the wolfs arms for a hasty retreat. This was turning out to be one hell of a day, they burst through the front door of the mansion, damn near breaking it given how old the wood was.
He placed the kids down gently, looking up as he got his footing and listened to Sam yell out to the mansion.
"What about Prizm? He's after Prizm for some reason." He inquired, raising a brow. He, understood why the wolf wanted to fight Heo back, no one wanted to hand over the Guardian Angel, but. . . They could put a lot of people in danger, hell the whole hive, if they fought him. The mansion could barely stand someone standing on its floorboards let alone an insane demon that could call up hellfire and earthquakes whenever he damned well pleased.
It wasn't a great decision to give into Heo's demands, but at the same time fighting him wasn't a great answer either.