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There were shots fired and Angel was about to put a shield up around everyone that was in the room, until a man she didn't recognize, Vahn, started yelling for everyone to move. She didn't ask questions but followed and watched the guards crumble.

Not saying anything, she turned away, letting everyone go about their business to inspect things. Rage took off to another room, she was about to ask him what he was doing here. Hell, she didn't even know why they were there, except that Tweak was feeling pretty damn lucky at getting some items.

While in her thoughts, she didn't realize that Athan was hurt, until she noticed the blood. "I can heal that for you." If he wanted her to, that is.

Angel nodded, pushing a piece of hair off her forehead. She moved closer to Athan and reached for his arm but didn't touch it. Her hands just hovered over the torn flesh as she focused on healing his wounds.

Her hands started to glow with a soft yellowish light, working the muscles within and up to the epidermis. If there was bullets still in the wound they would work back to the surface and pop out of the open wound before it was done patching it up. If the wound was deeper than it looked then it wouldn't heal it completely.

She pulled her hands off. They stopped glowing, like a light bulb being shut off. "That should do it." She smiled warmly, taking a step away from him.

As Angel finished, he looked down at the arm. It had healed over rather nicely, even refusing to leave a scar like so many other wounds he had taken on during his not-so-illustrious career as a sword for hire.

"Good as new."

He flexed the arm, then rolled it around to make sure that it was perfectly fine before he gave it his nod of approval, however.

"...Thanks."

When he finally looked away from Angel, his attention went to Tweak, who was busy spraying down a wall.

"You done? 'Cause I don't think there's anything evil worth slaying in here anymore."

He looked down to the severed body and one of the guards he laid out earlier. The latter was just starting to stir, so it was probably a good idea to leave before the police got their panties in a twist over this whole thing.

"Unless that guy worships Satan or something."

Seeming to have been busy in his time at the mansion, Rage popped out of a side door with exactly what he was looking for - a solid gold toilet. It didn't look like it was delicately removed, considering the pipes and drywall that were still attached. He had a few other things hanging off his belt and sash - pictures, knifes, some sort of green liquid in a vial, and a spatula.

"What up guys," he said to the others as he entered. Anyone with an energy sense of some sort would notice that Owle seemed to be right on top of him - in fact, she was the sparrow in his left pocket, fast asleep.

"Fourteen," was Rage's reply. "But I could only carry the one. I tried balancing one one each hand, but that didn't really work out." Thus, the one he had currently was held above his head with both hands. He set it down for a moment to view Tweak's "art."

After several screeching sounds, the letters "R-A-G-E" had been carved into the wall. Katana put away and toilet held over head again, Rage looked at the others. "You guys got any ideas?"

Rage entered the room and Angel's mouth dropped. Seeing him carrying a toilet was just..weird. "You looter." She laughed quietly at what she was seeing. "I'd rather have jewelry, but I have a sneaky suspicion it'd all be upstairs where more guards are possibly lurking."

Seeing the kiss that Tweak blew, she glared at him. "Whore." Before she knew it she saw that Rage carved his name on the wall. Well, now he was going to get raped.

But she did have to agree with Tweak on the Dasher thing. She wasn't quite up to moving at such a high velocity again.

"We're going to do that again...aren't we?" She groaned as Athan confirmed her fears. He switched the marbles and she frowned.

"Well, nice talking to you Rage. We need to hook up after this is over.."

The little sparrow in Rage's pocket rustled, then chirped indignantly as a drop of water from one of the pipes landed on her head.

"What's all this about looting?" a sleepy Owle's voice would sound in the heads of those nearby.

Edit: Whatever replies she got, Owle would only yawn. "Oh...that's nice...I'm gonna go back to my nap now, Rage? Wake me when you need me...good luck you guys..."

"Yes, I'll go back to the Firebrand when this is finished." Permitting it was still up and running. It'd been that long for her.

Rage lobbed something at her and she caught it, holding an engraved bracelet. "Hey, thanks!" She smiled as she read the inscription to everyone.

"To Johnny K. Gambino: You rock. Don't ever change! Love, Johnny K. Gambino." She laughed, putting the bracelet on her wrist, even if it was too big, which she compensated by sliding it farther up her arm. "There's nothing like sending yourself an 'I rock' gift."

That was something she hadn't heard or used in a while. Owle's voice buzzed in her head. "Hi, Owle. Rage and Tweak just looting Gambino's mansion. Well, have a nice sleep." She smiled.

"Anyway, we must run before Athan and Tweak get their knickers in a bunch." She hopped on Athan's back, which was an oddly site. A small five foot female on this large man's back. She adjusted the bow again as she settled.

Athan walked over and scooped Tweak up in his arm, like he had done before. He didn't even give the man time to do anything else before the trio was zooming past Rage.