He'll answer that question in a moment, when the unpleasant roar of blood in his vessel's veins dies to a level he can think through, when the burning feeling in his wing-joints fades to something he can tolerate. When he can restrain himself from wincing at the raw scrape of Gadreel's voice.
They're free. In danger. And pretty well wrecked.
Still, he can't bring himself to regret this course of action. He takes his brother's hands, offering to help him up, and looks around them. There don't appear to be any other angels nearby, not in line of sight. They all stayed close when they fell; he can only hope that means they're all within a reasonable radius. They'll have to search.
They may end up searching until Death takes them, in fact, trying to gather fallen brethren. But maybe that's a nobler end even than fighting. Balthazar shrugs and shakes hie head regretfully. "Not yet. Just you. Let's get under cover. That crash will draw demons, and I'm not really in fighting shape yet."
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They're free. In danger. And pretty well wrecked.
Still, he can't bring himself to regret this course of action. He takes his brother's hands, offering to help him up, and looks around them. There don't appear to be any other angels nearby, not in line of sight. They all stayed close when they fell; he can only hope that means they're all within a reasonable radius. They'll have to search.
They may end up searching until Death takes them, in fact, trying to gather fallen brethren. But maybe that's a nobler end even than fighting. Balthazar shrugs and shakes hie head regretfully. "Not yet. Just you. Let's get under cover. That crash will draw demons, and I'm not really in fighting shape yet."