Joanna heard a crash of thunder as Liu pulled the trigger. Her shotgun was capable of a blast dependant upon the faith of who pulled the trigger. Slowly rolling onto her side, she looked at the reaper. He seemed to tilt about like a bizzare marionette, half of his face was cleanly cleaved off. She smirked as the Reaper began to dissolve into the ground.
"This is far from over! I'll be back!"
Joanna slowly puled herself to her knees, her wounds still bleeding quite heavily. "That's gonna sting somethin' fierce in the morning." Looking towards Liu, she stll held the shotgun in her trembling hands. Groaning as Joanna got to her feet, she gently took the shotgun from Liu. The gun seemed to fade as she placed the weapon back in her duster. "Y, did good sweety. I'm proud of you...it take's a lot of punishment for either side to take one outta play. Betcha the reaper will be nursin' a wicked headache fer a few hours." She leaned on Liu for support, as she began to hobble back towards the surf shack.
"If you ever need that shotgun, just think about it and it should now appear fer you too...in case if I'm ever taken outta play, don't stare at those nasty reapers fer too long..." Right now, Joanna wished there was another angel about with healing talents. Unfortunately she was a warrior, her talents were at causing a bunch of damage. Repairing her own wounds was left to her natural abilities.
"What you did right there, y'all took a stand. You just blasted the head off a reaper. I think yer capable of drawin' that line in the sand fer yer folks too.."
Ivy nodded as she tried to process the information provided by Parry. "I...I think I understand. That...thing, did we get it off my trail?" Being back in the hospital, especially the pediatric ward made her feel anxious. Her arms and legs felt like lead, as if her very essence was being drawn out. Ivy leaned on Parry as the door to the ward swung upon.
As Parry explained the rules of the hospitals, she giggled at the mention of Detroit. "So..if I'm in trouble, can I run to one of these safe zones? Or does it only apply towards angels?"
As they began to walk through the ward, Parry asked her about cotton candy. She thought about it for a moment, "Pineapple, and wait..there was an angel here..." Thinking hard about the situation that ended her in this ward all those years ago. She remembered images, wings, a kindly woman. "Wait!" She gasped as she reached for her sketchbook, leafing through the pages she spoke, "I remember a woman, she was very gentle...I think she saved me..." as she held the sketchbook out for Parry. "I remember seeing her, she held my hand for a few nights. She occasionally finds my way back into my sketchbook. I'd like to thank her if I can.."