Instead there was a sensation of movement. Spencer knew he was in transit, but the nature of his wounds made it hard to register where he was. The next thing he knew he was next to Dale. The sound of weapons fire was there, but the embrace of death was absent. Then he realized he was bathed in shadow. There were two massive tree-trunk-like legs in front of him. He followed them up to a scar-riddled torso and further to two piercing, red eyes that looked down at him. The face creased, then the owner huffed at him and crooned with a nod toward Dale. He gritted his teeth and used his good arm to crawl to her side and pull her close into him. She groaned in pain, but at least she was still with him. The weapons fire ceased, and the massive figure stood upright. Then Spencer knew what was going on. It was Jon. He’d come to bail them out. The concrete jungle they stood within echoed with the angry, rage-filled howl that Jon let out, and a moment of fear-laden silence settled over the angels.
