It's on her lips to tell him not to waste his ammunition, but she recognizes at once that he's taken by these creatures. She can hear them, and is immediately furious. She yanks out a flare and snaps the fuse, lighting it with almost no lead time as she charges once more, hurling it upward and in the same moment shouting, "GET DOWN!"
Though the material is charmed not to stick to human or fae, the detonation is still hot and forceful - Integra's horse all but screams in shock beneath the explosion, rearing back, though she holds her ground, only twisting away from the flash of fire and throwing up one arm to cover her face. Dean is next to her, she thinks, as she blinks away ash and burned not-feathers. Her intervention should have shielded him from anything legitimately harmful, but she really does hope he ducked.
From her other side, something flaps, dogged, and she hears a broken-voiced cackle, "Babylon! Whore of Babylon!"
Integra rips her sword up from her side and swings, slicing through the creature before it can get to her, sending its head sailing away. "LOUDER, YOU ABOMINATIONS! OR DON'T YOU TRULY WISH ME TO SEND YOU TO HELL?!"
The crow that she bisected reforms a little ways away, and the only two remaining survivors of the recent blast circle for a moment, then bray at each other before beginning to fly in the other direction. She notes that the ones Dean shot are reforming but not creeping back over, either - Dean. She snaps her head around, still half-shouting in irritation, even though she's genuinely concerned: "Are you all right?"
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Though the material is charmed not to stick to human or fae, the detonation is still hot and forceful - Integra's horse all but screams in shock beneath the explosion, rearing back, though she holds her ground, only twisting away from the flash of fire and throwing up one arm to cover her face. Dean is next to her, she thinks, as she blinks away ash and burned not-feathers. Her intervention should have shielded him from anything legitimately harmful, but she really does hope he ducked.
From her other side, something flaps, dogged, and she hears a broken-voiced cackle, "Babylon! Whore of Babylon!"
Integra rips her sword up from her side and swings, slicing through the creature before it can get to her, sending its head sailing away. "LOUDER, YOU ABOMINATIONS! OR DON'T YOU TRULY WISH ME TO SEND YOU TO HELL?!"
The crow that she bisected reforms a little ways away, and the only two remaining survivors of the recent blast circle for a moment, then bray at each other before beginning to fly in the other direction. She notes that the ones Dean shot are reforming but not creeping back over, either - Dean. She snaps her head around, still half-shouting in irritation, even though she's genuinely concerned: "Are you all right?"