Yet another late night in the city and Miles is, once again, exhausted. At least the drive is easier this time of night, the partying scene is usually not in this part of the city and by this time all the sane people are already asleep. The overcast night isn’t something he particularly enjoys but the street lights make it so he’s at least not worried about hitting anything. Between finding out about the cult that murdered his fiance and the two jobs he’s juggling, plus the recent addition of a rescued puppy that’s now calling the Manor home, he’s just about had it. He’d fallen asleep in the lab today, thankfully he’d been alone but all the same if he hadn’t been.

His car is silent as he pulls into the Manor’s drive and he just sits there for a minute after cutting the lights off, preparing himself for actually getting out of the thing after such a long day. The only lights on are the ones that stay on, everyone else smart enough to at least be pretending to be asleep right now. Wonderful, he intends to join them soon.

Later he’ll blame it on the sheer exhaustion weighing him down plus the dark night, but as he opens the car door only for a complete stranger to catch it, the only thing he feels is general shock. Later he’ll also be thankful for his training that prompted his body to move even while his brain was still lagging like internet explorer before the man could grab him. He’s out of the car and dodging between the others parked before he really catches on to what’s going on. It’s a good thing too because he hears the loud bang of a shotgun just seconds later, followed by the shattering of glass. “Oh fucking hell…” Being a Guard this could be any number of groups that they’d pissed off but something makes him doubt that. Considering his luck recently, he’d be willing to bet good money that this is more personal. He stays ducked down, moving between the cars as the gunshots just increase in number and intensity, watching as lights are starting to come on as alarms on the bullet riddled vehicles start to blare into the night. He can see more strangers when he peeks up above the car and only narrowly avoids a bullet to the eye, the hold where his face was a second ago making his eyes go wide. Yeah, this feels personal.

Now how to get out of this one Miles? He's grumbling to himself as he creeps along, the gunfire doing a splendid job of covering any movement of noise he's making. Which is a good thing because he hasn't cursed like this in a long time. He comes to a halt as a body moves in front of him, gun in hand, obviously searching. Scanning slowly. He takes the opportunity to close the gap and force the man to the ground, immediately identifying the group by the mark on his face. Yep, definite cult member. The guy maintains consciousness for only a few seconds before Miles has choked him out. There's too many for him to do this for all of them though.

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Nothings ever been so simple for him, especially now with all of the unknown ongoing threats against all his people. All of the pressure was on his shoulders too, being responsible for trying to figure it all out. A leadership position was something he’d never seen himself taking on. Being more of a follower or one who took a step back. Yet it all changed in the last few years since he was promoted to commander. Having to pick up the pieces trying to rebuild the guard after the Isle of Skye was destroyed and they lost many of their people. Luckily he wasn’t the only one who was all new to the leadership thing at the same time. Both him and Erytherus were the ones who had to do it all out together at the same time. Damien took the responsibility of searching for new recruits and looking after them with all the training and responsibilities. Trying to find the best surpietuauls and ones right for the job. With the guard always wanting the best of the best. Especially if they had to assign new personal guards for any of the Aspects. He still helped out looking after Malva when needed since she’d still yet had another guard to take over when he stepped up. After Vladmiri’s mysterious death he’d been trying to do research of his own. Like most Aspects and experienced guards, they too were trying to find any leads or evidence that could lead them to finding out any explanation or leads of what happened. Most of his free time away from his guard duties, then away from spending time with Arwyn and Nadiya he would be in the loft part of the manor. A room where he kept his own murder board, the type that a detiective would use it was full of red strings. All meaning unsolved. 

It was getting late, so he decided to head back to the manor rather than spending the night at Arwyn;s place. Where he would spend most nights. He always felt a bit unseary leaving the manor overnight, especially lately. Being comandor he needed to be there. Tonight he left a little bit later with Arwyn trying to plead with him to stay. Meeting halfway he stayed a bit later. Arriving at the manor he noticed how most people were asleep with how a lot of lights were off up stairs. He headed straight through to the massive kitchen grabbing a beer from the drinks fridge. Opening it, as he was just about to take a sip of it he could hear gunshots coming from somewhere nearby. “What the hell” He muttered to himself, almost half asleep but waking up knowing something wasn’t right. Putting down his beer he grabbed the gun that he always kept on him at all times. With his guard instincts kicking in he went to invitage what was happening, having yet to hear any other guards coming to inviarage. He’d managed to pull off one of the CCTV camera screens they kept in the kitchen area. Noticing how there were people approaching the manor with guards. 

Looking at the footage closely he could see Miles there. Almost able to see that it was being aimed at him, that he was being targeted. Seeing the Nephilim guard wasn’t surprised, almost expecting it. Without not knowing what was going on, Damien headed outside. Almost staying within the shadows, carefully not to be spotted. Damien noticed Miles had his back turned to one of the attackers coming towards him. Quickly he’d managed to sneak up behind the person and choke them out too. Turning his attention to Miles, with his facial expressions saying it all. “What is going on here? Whose these people Miles and why are they after you?” Letting out a series of questions, sounding commanding. Waiting to see Miles' reactions that he’d already figured it all out. Damien wanted to know what the threats were so they could be able to get rid of them with their priating being to protect the manor and those all who were inside. 

The slight scuffle behind him has Miles whirling immediately, knife from his holster already in hand, only to stop when he catches sight of Damien and the guy he’d just choked out. The gunfire is enough to mask their voices thankfully because the head of the Guard does not look happy about the situation. Not that Miles can blame him, he’s very much not happy about it either. He huffs as he puts his back securely against the car behind them, checking over both shoulders to make sure they haven’t been spotted. “I can explain, it’s just… not exactly the time for a lengthy chat.” As though punctuating his point a gunshot goes off just a car over and Miles is immediately on the move again, gesturing for Damien to follow him.

“They’re not after the Ailwards, just me, don’t worry. But we do need to get them the hell away from here.” Which is why he’s working his way steadily away from the manor and toward the cover on the opposite side. It may end up tearing up the gardens - he can hear the lecture from Malva now - but it’s better than having these guys make their way inside. “They’re not all human so be careful.” Or at least it’s been his experience that there’s a lot of supernaturals mixed in their ranks.

He’s thankful for the mostly cloudy night obscuring them enough that they can get a nice distance and behind cover before they can be spotted. Since the door didn’t open he’s hoping none of them take the opportunity to go inside. “The short story is that these guys killed my fiance and now they’re after me too.” That is the very short of it, not touching on just how widespread these assholes are or why they killed his fiance or that they’re after him for revenge after he got several of them put behind bars. In an effort to encourage them away from the manor, Miles pokes his head out from behind the tree he’s hiding behind and lets out a sharp whistle, causing most of them to turn their way. Just like he suspected they turn and immediately head toward him, ignoring the manor since it hasn’t raised their ire. “Any bright ideas to get us out of this one commander?” He’d really like a gun right about now but the knife will have to do.

He was foolish to think that he was going to have an easy night, with how for them it was never so simple. There was always something that would happen or come up. Nothing was never normal or calm in the manor. Especially in a place full of different supernatural creatures and Aspects at that.  Damien was surprised to see attackers on his front doorstep, yet he was more surprised to see that they were just targeting Miles. Almost how they were able to predict his every move that they knew he was going to be there right at that exact moment. Yet they weren’t able to predict that someone else was going to be coming to the manor at the same time. Catching them right in the act, something they’d be least expecting. The Valkyr was highly trained, one of the reasons why he was promoted to Malva’s bodyguard then to commander not so long. Whilst he was quite young in years to other guards whose been part of the organsiation for many centuries. He easily adapted and picked up different fighting and combat skills. Mastering them more quickly than others. Damien knew straight away when he saw the intrudurors he wanted to take them down and away from the manor soon as possible. Not wanting for any threats to be near his people. Even if it was Miles who brought them right to their front door, right under their noses. 

Soon as he choked the attacker out, Damien followed suit with Miles. Both of them having their backs against a car. The Valkyr looked over to Miles almost saying he’s asking for an explanation, that he knows the people are just after him and no one else. Just as he expected, to be given a proper explanation would have to wait for later. That he would just have to trust him on it. Damien wasn’t able to ask any more as a gunshot interrupted them, then looking and seeing Miles was trying to signal him that they had to leave. He wasn't sure of what he thought his plans were. Hearing as the Nephilim explained that the people weren’t after the Ailwards, he felt relieved almost. To know that they wouldn’t need to bring in any more guards to help out but knew it was going to be more tricky. “You owe me a beer after all this is over” He wasn’t mad or angry which he knew that Miles would be expecting for him to be. Damien was like Erytherus and Dominic who after a long or hard mission would be wanting a few drinks after. “We need to be careful not to have any more bullets fired towards the building or arounds” He too knew how the Aspects all took care of the place even the slightest thing could make one of them go off. Not wanting to clear up any more mess than he has to. It didn’t take much guessing that the people whose after Miles weren’t all human, nothing would be so simple with their luck. Everybody had their past before joining the guard, like many he himself liked to keep his personal life away from his work. Each guard anD Aspected respected each others privacy and knew not to ask questions or pry when others weren’t ready to open ip. “We need to figure out a way to get away without them finding us” Looking around he was trying to figure out their escape plan. All proving more difficult with how they were being circled and taking a car was out of the window. “We got to go on foot and try to stick to the shadows” It was more riskier and more motivated but they had not much time to act. Better for them to stick to the shadows, letting the dark night blend them from being seen. 

Miles has to fight to stop from laughing at Damien’s little quip, looking at the commander with a smirk. “If we make it out of this I’ll buy you the whole damn bar.” He appreciates that he’s not getting an earful from Damien, at least not yet. Being honest this really was never his intention, had he known they were following him he would’ve led them far from here. “Trust me, I don’t intend for them to. Easier said than done though man.” It’s why he’s trying to lead them away. Hopefully no one is out walking the grounds this time of night but if they are maybe they’ll get some help. At least that’s all Miles can hope at this point.

His bright blue eyes meet Damien’s for a moment and he nods, looking around to make sure no gunman’s eyes are on them before he starts moving again, hoping to get them away from the manor and into a position where he and Damien will be at the advantage. “Sticking to the shadows is easier for you than for me you know.” His grin says he’s joking, breaking through at least a bit of the tension as they move with a joke. At least he’s okay enough to joke, a serious Miles can be disconcerting to some.

He does start moving though, pulling the hood of his jacket up to help hide his bright blonde hair from anyone seeing them as he sticks to the shadows. As a nephilim this is far more difficult for him than it is for Damien but at this point he doesn’t care too much. He just wants this to be over and done with. There looks to be about 6 or so guys still after them since two got choked out earlier, numbers that were it not for the guns and the proximity to the manor would be easy enough to deal with. No night vision certainly does stink though, which is probably why Miles doesn’t see the man coming up around him before he hears the low growl. The impact to the side of his head is a direct result of Miles not being as fast as a therian, which he now recognizes as he stumbles back to his feet, blood running freshly down the side of his face. He adjusts the knife in his hand but instead of attacking, his eyes go purple and suddenly the therian is grabbing his head and screaming in pain. Miles takes the opportunity to punch him in the temple, knocking him clean out.

People have to give him due. Damien was good at his job, being a skilled fighter and tatics. One of the reasons why the Aspects choose him to be comandor than the other more older guard members. He knew when to snap into action like every other guard who knew when to put their guard self into action. Like what had happened now. Damien teased Miles for what payment he wanted to help clear up the mess he made without knowing the full details yet of who these people are and how Miles knew more than he was letting on. “I’ll count you on that” He chuckled, shaking his head a little, able to see that Miles was surprised he wasn’t giving him hell yet. That would have to wait till later, right now his only focus was getting themselves out of here and away from the manor so their people can be left behind. “Just saying you know what Malva and Virideus are like with their greenhouses” He added remembering once someone had broken something of the Aspects and all hell broke loose. Damien knew all the ways in and out of the manor and it’s ground. Like any other guard members, they all made it their mission to know what to do in any situation. Damien was surprised by now no other guards or aspects had come out to hear what the commotion was like. Yet he was glad to make it easier for Miles’s attackers to lose their trail if there weren't many people around. 

Damien took the lead motioning for the Nephilim to follow him knowing that he had his back checking to see if the coast was clear. “Just put your hood up” He commented pointing out what Miles was about to do, whilst for him he had it easier able to use his Valkyr abilities to his advantage. Damien was looking out ahead whilst Miles was checking the coast was clear behind. He was too focused on looking up ahead and not being the first one of the two of them to hear someone was uphead. Until he heard Miles grimice in pain. The Valkyr quickly turned around watching the scene unfold, seeing he wasn't the one who sprung into action first. Seeing how Miles was able to handle himself against the Therian watching, he was able to take him down to the ground and knock him out. Almost instinctively Damien took out a dagger he kept his boot choosing to stab the therian to be sure. Damien knew that Miles wasn't too fond of killing people to do with him being Nephilim against killing whilst for him he wasn't too worried of it hurting his conscience. “You alright?” Stopping to see if his commrade was all okay motionning to how blood was starting to pour down his head. Sounding a little concerned knowing how it was just the start of their escape plan. 

“I am well aware, but if it happens I’ll just have to catch hell.” He’ll live. Hopefully. And hey, Malva might even eventually get rid of the curse! Maybe. As for the rest of it, he really will be filling the others in later. He owes them that much, especially now. Heck, if this ends up working out it might even be for the best, he could use some help dealing with these assholes. He keeps his hood up as the two move across the grounds, regularly checking over his shoulder to make sure someone isn’t too close. He’s determined to do his job but surviving is also on that list. He doubts they’ll make the mistake of letting him live twice.

With Damien in front thanks to his Valkyr abilities, Miles is trailing behind a touch so that he doesn’t draw undue attention to his companion. Perhaps they’re both a bit too focused on getting away and that’s why Miles misses the Therian but either way, as he stands over the unconscious body, he knows he’s got to pay more attention. He says nothing as Damien stabs the man, just to make sure he’s off their tail from here on out, instead moving his hand to wipe the blood out of his eye. It’ll heal in short order, an advantage of being a Nephilim. “I’m fine but we have to move.” That takedown wasn’t exactly quiet after all and he can already hear the others rushing toward the noise. “Go.” Now that they’re down to 5 it might actually be easier to take them out so as they move Miles lowers his voice so only Damien can hear him. “There’s only 5 of them left. If we can work around the guns we might be able to end this before it can get much worse.” But same as before, they first have to make it to better cover. He can still incapacitate a few of them with his pain infliction but he’d be relying on Damien for the final take downs. As a Nephilim he just can’t do that unless it’s his only option.

Every guard member was more than captable to carry out any task or problem if one might arise. How it was drilled into their training from day one. To expect the unexpected. This was one of the situations but it was a complicated one. Damien knew that for sure. Not knowing the full details yet but he had to give Miles the benefit of the doubt till he knew completely. “Right now we just have to focus on getting ourselves out and those people away from the manor” Damien sent Miles the orders, how he was in commander mode that the Nephilim understood. Able to turn his attention from humor to know to take things more serious. Every guard and Aspect knew the escape routes. How they made sure that they knew the grounds of the manor like the back of their hands. It was something that he made sure of when coming here so if something like no comes up people would know what to do. 

Damien was focused on checking up ahead having thought that Miles would take on scouring behind till a problem arised. Taking them by surprise. Luckily he managed to take Therian down before he could take any further to Miles. “Good because I need you if we’re going to both make it out of here alive” He pointed out, nodding his head relieved that it was nothing serious. Not exactly wanting to carry Miles already. Damien didn’t know how many people there were after them but he was able to know that his fellow guard knew exactly. “Let’s hope so, we don’t want to be outnumbered more than we are already” So much was for his quiet night in. Damien knew for sure that Arwyn was going to give him hell hearing that has happened tonight. Not knowing how to exactly explain to his boyfriend who was only just trying to wrap his head around the whole commander/guard thing. Let alone to find out about helping and escaping attack on Miles at the manor that he found himself in the midst of. “If we can go a bit further to the tree line, we’ll be more shielded then hopefully we can take some of them out without being out in the open” Damien instructed giving orders. Trying to think and strategize on the spot of how they were going to do it. Along with making sure they were further and further from the manor how the main thing he wanted to make sure was putting more space to keep their people safe. Damien knew that Miles didn’t want any more people getting caught or dragged along in the crossfire. 

“Understood.” Thankfully that had been his plan all along. He wants these guys as far away from the Ailwards as Damien does, for very similar reasons. He’d truly never wanted to drag the faction into this whole mess but it seems nothing ever works out the way he plans so why should this be any different? He can already feel the wound on his head healing, the blood already slowing in it’s flow so in a couple minutes he’ll never be able to tell it was even there. That makes it far easier to ignore than it would be for most. “Don’t worry Commander, I have no intentions of leaving you to fend for yourself anytime soon.” His grin carries even through the night as he starts moving again, keeping low to avoid being spotted. He can’t know what other species they may have with them but he’s really hoping there isn’t a Diviner among their ranks. He despises magic.

The tree line isn’t too far away from them now but with the rest of the group closing in they don’t have much of an opportunity to make it before they’re caught. Thanks to that Miles allows Damien to take the lead again, knowing that with his normal mortal speed he’d be likely to just slow the Valkyr down and he does not want to be the reason Damien gets hurt in this scuffle. He manages to duck behind one of the trees just as the lead of the five comes into eyeshot and Miles carefully navigates his way a bit further into the trees, quickly looking around to see what their best options would be. He seems to have made up his mind quickly, pulling his knife back out from his boot and quickly jumping up into the branches of one of the trees, his enhanced strength allowing him to do this while barely making a sound beyond the limb shaking when he lands on it. He can see the men stop at the tree line, pausing because they know they’re at a disadvantage among the woods, before spreading out into a line and advancing slowly. Miles motions to Damien to let him know the gunmen’s relative positions to them then waits, knife at the ready. As soon as the one nearest him passes his tree, Miles throws the knife hitting the man square in the back of the knee and driving him down where he drops from the tree and lands with his weight slamming the man’s head to the ground, knocking him out cold before he can yell out. Sure there’s some noise associated but by the time the others manage to reach the spot Miles will already be gone further into the woods. 4 to go.

He was an easy going type of leader mostly but there’s times when he knew he’d have to take things seriously. Like for instance just like now. Where he’d shift into guard and commander mode. That it’s the same for any other guard which made them so good at what they do. Easily able to adapt and be ready for anything that would come their way. It’s all they’ve all of their training on. Not being like any other normal supernaturals who live in the city. All being trained for a different type of purpose. It was something that was for everybody, to be prepared to risk and put your life on the line. To protect others rather than yourself. Having their own secret rules and laws. Sacrificing and putting their old lives behind them to join the guard. All of them knew of the oath they had made and all it would mean. Sure there were a few guards who after time decided they wanted to go down a different path but they never held them against their will if it’s something they had chosen later wasn’t for them. As commander he was always grateful to the strong men and women who he had at his side. That he’s able to put his faith in others. Like now, Damien knew that he could trust Miles even if he may not be telling the whole truth just yet. Damien knew after that the fellow guard would be able to confide in him for what was going on with him. To why his demons have started to resurface, seeking revenge. That's what he’s able to guess what was happening right now. 

“Come on let's get out of here and get rid of these people. We don’t want it to last any longer than it should” Not partially wanting to be on the run from whoever was after Miles longer than they should. Knowing that if he went MIA without telling Arwyn that his boyfriend would freak and be worried. That it’s already bad as it with him being a commander let alone being on the run from rogue superntuals. Luckily for them Damien knew it would take long for them to outrun the people with how the two of them were experienced in making quick getaways without being seen. Damien stopped in his tracks all of a sudden, turning to Miles having forgttom something. “I forgot to ask, did you want these people to be killed? Or just be given enough for them to know not to come back?” It was a strange thing to ask but he wanted to be sure with how he didn’t know who they were facing but Miles did. Damien knew some guards have other ways and opinions for doing things. Whether they were old school like him but he knew that Nephilims are different. That they don’t favour killing people whilst for people like himself he prefers taking the easy way out, killing those who stood in his way. 

Turning his focus back to the stretch of land in front of him seeing their target in sight which was the tree line. Where they knew that they’d be easily able to make their escape from the people who were chasign after them. Damien knew he wouldn’t have to tell Miles of his plan that he would have been able to figure it out on his own. With how the guard had gone through different escape plans and stragieies, this was one of these times when it would need to be put into action. Carried out in real life rather than different training sessions that’s been drilled into everyone. Luckily it didn’t take them too long until they managed to reach the tree line but they knew it wasn’t all over with that they still had targets on their backs. Damien stopped to check back on Miles, seeing him motitioning to where the gunmen was. The Valkyr decided to let the Nephilm make the first move to take on down. Watching as Miles threw a knife hitting right at the target of one of their attackers easily taking one down. “Good aim” Congratulating the guard. For him it was going to be a bit more difficult with how they were going to expect them to use the same move twice. So they had to wait out  bit longer to take them by surprise again.  

Miles is quite grateful for the training he’s been put through all his life. Being raised in a community of Nephilim means he came into the Guard with quite a bit of combat and tactical experience from the get go but being able to train with so many other people and on a regular basis no less is beneficial for anyone. No matter how good they think they are and Miles isn’t arrogant enough to believe himself an exception. That training is the only reason they haven’t managed to tag him yet with how exhausted he is, adrenaline currently keeping him going thankfully. That plus having Damien at his side which is a great confidence booster that they’ll make it out of this mess alive. He’d be reassured with any of the Guard there but Damien is an especially big help, the man didn’t become commander for no reason after all.

Miles remains silent to Damien’s next words, instead giving a small nod since he knows the Valkyr can see in the darkness and also because he doesn’t want to make too much noise and potentially give away their position. Damien isn’t the only one with people who would worry about him going MIA, Miles has someone rather new added to his list of worries and he’s still not quite sure what to make of it, he’ll be damned if he allows these bastards to get him before they can figure things out. Miles comes to a halt a half a second after Damien, regarding the Valkyr curiously before he comes out with his question. Part of Miles wants to go with his instinct, wants to tell Damien to just scare the shit out of them, but… “These guys won’t be scared or intimidated off. I tried that with them, that’s why they’re back again, killing them is really our only option here.” He has no doubt that the elder Valkyr can see the conflict in his face as he voices it, knowing it’s the truth but disliking it greatly anyway. It’s not in Miles’s nature to kill anyone, even these guys, but in order to keep everyone safe he’s going to have to put that aside.

Miles nods his thanks to Damien as they move away from the men in the treeline, silently taking the compliment. They’re not out of danger yet, but being in this environment gives them the advantage. Damien can make full use of his powers out here and Miles can use the cover to blast their pursuers with pain without ever putting himself out there. First though they need to get everything lined up, especially since Miles hopes to take out the remaining four in one fell swoop. He almost curses how he can’t move as silently as the Valkyr but now isn’t the time to dwell on it so he doesn’t, instead focusing on making his steps as quiet as possible in the undergrowth. When the pair comes to a stop again, Miles takes a moment to signal to Damien the positions of the remainder of the men then waits for Damien’s signal about what they’re going to do. Normally he would move in but Damien’s abilities are far better suited to this situation than his so it’s best to let the most suited to the job take charge he believes.

The Valkyr missed this. Missing being part of all of the action. The thrill and endrellian that comes from the mission. From the chase. All of it. Since being commander he’d been put to more desk duties rather than being put onto missions. It came with taking a leadership position. Meaning he’s missing out on the fun. He always tries to make sure he’s put onto a mission once in a while but it’s been some time. Yet this was a bit different with how it wasn’t a mission. Finding himself running from people who had a veneta against one of his own people. It wasn’t an ideal predicament but he knew that they would find on their own to find a way out. Not wanting to risk bringing in any more guards in this. That both him and Miles were skilled enough together to deal with this problem they’ve found themselves in.  It’ll only cause more problems bringing in more people than it’s worth. 

Damien knew that he’d be more useful than Miles for taking the lead with how it was night meaning he’d be able to see much more than the Nephilim. With how Valkyr’s senses change whether it be their smell, sight and hearing, all of it was more enhanced at night. Being able to switch his vision from normal and infrared, checking how much distance they had to their predators. At times he had to make sure he wasn’t using his superspeed because if he did he’d only lose his comrade with how they were making sure that they stuck together. “We gotta stick together, with how there’s only the two of us and more of them. It’s not worth splitting up. It’s pointless and more dangerous” Damien pointed out making sure Miles was remembering from his training. 

He wanted to make sure that they were on the same page when knowing how to take down these people. Whether it was trying to capture and take them hostage or if they would have to kill them. That it was important for them to figure it out before it came to it. Damien waited and watched the Nephilim’s reaction soon as he spoke of if he wanted for them to be killed. Part of him was curious to see how conflicted Miles was for it or if he was a good guard to take down their threats with no mercy. He was surprised to hear that Miles was now agreeing to his idea of killing them, seeing how far the Nephilm has come. “So it’s decided then. We take them down, one by one” Nodding his head taking it all serious with the hard part is to come. “How much distance should we put between us, them and the manor. Should we run them out of the city before we take things more drastic” Looking back at Miles wanting to see what he thinks with how Miles was the only one who knew who these people were. The only lead they had to know how to get the upper hand. 

Nephilim are not, by nature, killers. That much is known to all of the Guard, which explains why Miles is usually not one sent on missions that require killing. As he's said before, he's a fighter, not a killer. But when faced down with enemies like this who keep coming back like roaches and hurting people he doesn't see where he's being given much of a choice. At least most of the others, Damien included, are willing to deal that blow so that he just has to help with the other stuff. He's been a Guard for a while at this point so it's really only second nature for him to fall into step in situations like this.

Taking them hostage would do no good. Their comrades would only come after them and put the others in danger, a mistake Miles does not intend to make twice. "You move better in the darkness. I'll watch your back, you take the lead." He agrees that they're better served working together on this but he also knows that his abilities are better served by lying in wait and providing support for the more nighttime inclined Valkyr. If they can get them to group up the two of them should be able to take the remaining 4 down fairly easily but these guys didn't get to be where they are by being stupid. They're keeping distance between themselves, enough so that one assault won't work. Taking them down individually does seem to be the best bet.

Damien's question brings his attention back to the area they're in. Still fairly close to the manor but out of the city proper, plenty of cover. "No, we should make use of our surroundings here. We know the area and have plenty of cover, giving us the upper hand, especially if you want to do individual take downs. If we try to lead them elsewhere we risk them retreating and coming back with more people to assault the Manor, they know where it is now." He wishes it was as easy as just leading them away and getting them to give up. "These people are murderers. They torment others simply to get the upper hand, we can't risk them getting away. If we're going to do this we need to do it quickly." He looks back over to Damien, his jaw set. "Like I said, I'll follow your lead. But this needs to be settled, now, before they can hurt more innocent people."

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