[ the demonic guards that have sworn fealty to barbas snarl at the mention of lucifer.
they're back to charging toward them — wynonna, specifically. she's the one they want. she's the one that killed two of their own, their corpses on the ground as a scathing reminder. this cannot and will not go unpunished, and the point of no return is now: they lunge at her.
elena steps forward with the intention of blocking one of them, and she's backhanded across the face for her efforts. it clocks her head entirely to the side, a dull pain blasting through her. pain that jars and rattles her very teeth, stumbling her back against the wall. ]
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they're back to charging toward them — wynonna, specifically. she's the one they want. she's the one that killed two of their own, their corpses on the ground as a scathing reminder. this cannot and will not go unpunished, and the point of no return is now: they lunge at her.
elena steps forward with the intention of blocking one of them, and she's backhanded across the face for her efforts. it clocks her head entirely to the side, a dull pain blasting through her. pain that jars and rattles her very teeth, stumbling her back against the wall. ]