[center][color=FF5349][u][h3]Kendra[/h3][/u][/color][/center]

In the grand scheme of things that mattered to Kendra, her own life and safety ranked fairly low. However, she also wasn't an idiot: of the four in Abberline's line of fire, she was definitely the most vulnerable. Mitra had already told them about the sturdiness of his demonic form, Grace was already dead, and Misty probably had some spells on hand that could protect her, or at least mitigate the damage. Kendra, however, was just a squishy mortal, and while her visions did give her more of a heads up that what most people got, they were still limited.

It was for this reason, when Kendra received their premonition of someone else drawing Abberline's fire that they decided to let it happen. After all, Abberline likely only had normal bullets on him, right? He couldn't do that much damage to any of their companions... right?

Wrong. Apparently, when fully manifested, ghosts were as vulnerable to gunshots as a flesh and blood person, as Kendra witnessed when Grace took the bullet for them. Any colour Kendra had in their pale face drained away as they watched Grace's blood splatter across the room, and clenched the gun they were holding before pointing, much more confidently than before, at Abberline. 

[color=FF5349]"Get the fuck out now, or I swear to whatever god that exists that I will shoot you,"[/color] they said, barely managing to keep themself from raising their voice. It was the most emotion Mitra, and probably also Misty, had likely ever seen from Kendra in the whole time they had known them.