[12] A Quarrel of Lovers

The blast was too much for Bentley, and she collapsed again, her body hitting the ground with a soft thud. In a very short span of time, she had been blasted to oblivion by Camael, tossed around by Atticus, filled to the brim with hostile energy, and finally knocked over by Atticus' defensive mushroom cloud. Naturally, she was exhausted. But once the initial rush of power had moved beyond her helpless form, she started to desperately inch towards Atticus all the same.

However, before she could waste too much time crawling around, an open hand appeared before her. At first, she tried to dodge on instinct, but upon actually looking properly, she realized the hand was offering it's help. Bentley's blurry eyes blinked upwards at the person kneeling in front of her. After taking a moment to focus, she finally realized who had come to her aid, and she quickly accepted the open hand without thinking.

"You look terrible!" Lucy said, helping her to her feet.

"Don't I always?"