my little jokes on thee...
Erica could see that Gabe was internally at war with himself. He didn't want to hurt Erica, but he also knew that she was right. The Fallen needed to be stopped here, before they succeeded in whatever it was that they had planned here.
"Just go!" one of the remaining yelled at the one holding Erica.
"Take her and go!" they shouted.
This seemed to be the spurring on that Gabe needed, and he threw his sword towards the head of the one holding Erica. The Fallen forced Erica to duck when HE did, but as soon as that happened, she suddenly felt their hold on her become a LOT weaker. They were almost frail now.
Which was because the hilt of the sword ended up catching on the halo, and effectively 'ripped' it off his head.
"Just go!" one of the remaining yelled at the one holding Erica.
"Take her and go!" they shouted.
This seemed to be the spurring on that Gabe needed, and he threw his sword towards the head of the one holding Erica. The Fallen forced Erica to duck when HE did, but as soon as that happened, she suddenly felt their hold on her become a LOT weaker. They were almost frail now.
Which was because the hilt of the sword ended up catching on the halo, and effectively 'ripped' it off his head.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.
great big one on me.

Erica wasn't clueless. She noticed when the grip was weakened, didn't put any thought into it, before just whirl.ing around and punching the Fallen, hard enough to crack the jaw where she'd hit, before turning to Gabe again, taking stock in what was going on THERE. 