Zeke
While the candlemen were busy finishing suppressing the assailants, he opened his eyes weakly, confused by the alien surroundings around him. It was like he was a child again, waking up from some dream.
"What is... going on...?"
But amidst the confusion and chaos, the fox girl dragged him away without mercy. She slipped along with the crumbling husk, her eyes darkened by a spell, and her form cloaked by dark illusions. She sneaked past the crowd into a manhole leading into the sewers. With no eyes turned to them, they disappeared. Something was just too uneasy, he had to take care of this body, and fast. A mere bullet should not do this much damage, unless...
BZZT
Serana. My dear Serana. My cute adorable Serana. I don't think he can hear you. It's probably a recording... A coarse, dark whisper ran through his leader's very large and cute ears, in the form of a single black moth who posed on her shoulder.
He noticed it first. The hydra, the bullet, everything was aimed to take him down. It was as if there was a mole in Salvation itself, who had managed to nearly kill him while he let his guard down. His dear master was safe, but something about this was not right. And he had too many things to take care of right now... "Help. P-please." His weak voice trembled inside the sewer gates, but it was drowned by the snapping sounds of dark, forgotten beasts working on his body against his will.
The spider whispered nonetheless. Looks like it's taken care of, for now though. I should go, it isn't safe for me here. Erm, the cultists look taken care of. Why don't you take the steering wheel now? Weave this little accident into a story, and make it a good song while you're at it. Something to get the masses to hate these humans who dared attack them, and love their heroic Savior. So many shops broken, oh how grateful would they be for a generous donor helping out a friend in need. Or don't. Urgh, my eye hurts, like, a lot.
It still didn't answer the question though. Who could have done such a thing? But the truth is, it was a question that needed no answering.
He knew who dunnit from the start.
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"Kahahah! No dice. Looks like he escaped. No luck on the assassin either, or that lousy pet. Jeez, today's just not your day, huh Lamespeare?"
A burning bird cackled over the clouds around a transmission tower. Hanging on it, a masked, cloaked figure grabbed onto the metal structure, before removing the mask...
"I warned that woman. If she is wise, she'll do what is right. My part here is done."
With that, the ashen man smacked the cane on the structure, jumped down, and caught his companion before flying away. Much like his entrance, his exit was unremarkable.