Before anyone could tell Michael what was happening, the cathedral's windows began to shatter. He spun around to see what might be the culprit as a brick hit the floor. Then another window shattered, with another brick being the cause. Then another. With no gun, Mike frantically searched for something he could use. That's when the perpetrator moved into the church, his face covered in black ooze.<br/><br/>"I don't have my gun, lady!" he yelled at Monroe. "Why don't you pick up something! The whole fucking place is littered with junk!"<br/><br/>Whatever it was, his threats and antics told St. Mike all he needed to know. "Fuck, I hate psychos. You can never depend on them." Mike saw the knife and, for a moment, thought to grab a rock or a wooden plank, but then he got a better idea. He ran back from where he came from.<br/><br/>Alex already had a brick in her hand when the noxious threatened the group. She threw it at the thing as a distraction, then grabbed a 2x4 plank of wood. As Mike ran, she scoffed. "Coward." She began to circle the noxious, almost daring him to strike. "I hate psychos too," she said, taunting the creature.<br/><br/>Charlotte was more with Monroe. She backup up as the fiend called out, threatening to torture them to death. As with Alex, she too looked around for a<i>weapon</i>but saw only broken glass. Broken. Glass. Fawkes quickly ripped a strip of her gown and wrapped it around her hand. She grabbed a stubby but sharp piece of glass and brandished it at the noxious.<br/><br/>Mike came running back in from the basement with a baseball bat. "Batter up, you sick fuck!"