Darcy Hugh
The priest ran quickly without wasting a moment, keeping his distance and keeping an eye behind him for good measure. Once she turned away, he quickly managed to find cover behind a car on the other side of the street. His hand clenched on his cross, and he searched trough his clothes for something.
His eyes were suddenly... different. Colder.
Yes, he had no reason to help at all. He had no reason to go out of his way for anything. He wasn't paid, and that girl wasn't his friend. They didn't even know one another. But there was one thing. One single thing. After all, what kind of pervert would he be if he let a cute babe get hurt on his watch? That and... another reason.
He knew he had no chance to fight her head on, so he ran with the pretense of fleeing. No, he had definetelt been fleeing at first, but perhaps he changed his mind without realizing...
Luckily, she didn't follow him otherwise it would have turned into a fight. She seemed distracted enough, and had turned back into the cuter form. Man, hopefully he wouldn't have to do this and could just lay low. That would be great.
But for good measure, his cold sweaty hand tucked into the pocket of his jacket and tucked a smoke grenade out. They were far enough, but if he was careful he could probably land it close enough. The cloud would reach her and probably sting. He couldn't fight her head on, but at the very least the girl would escape. On his side, things could be worse.
The cross was already nearly activated, he might be able to fend her off quickly enough to escape.