He seemed to be thinking along similar lines as he made his way around the frozen slayer. He raised a hand to her wing, clutching it tightly. Not enough to break it, but enough to cause sufficient pain. He would rip them from her as she had done to him. In the very moment he began to pull the feathered appendage towards him, several shots of gunfire rang out. Three of them hit him. One in the back of his skull, one straight through his wing, and another in his leg. Howling at the pain, he turned around to face his attackers. Snipers from a rooftop.

The slayer was forgotten as he gave chase, the snipers themselves withdrawing into a retreat. Soon, his influence would be gone and she would regain control of her body. By then, he would be long out of sight.