"I like whatever you cook..." Abbaddon says numbly. Possibly the first time Kane has heard that tone from him. Numb. Emotionaly stretched to his limit. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He just repeats softly, though it could never do vey the depth of his contrition but not knowing what else to say. He'd fucked everything up. Everything.<br/><br/>Ashton bumps into Michael who was coming out to check on Abbaddon and apologise. A quick glance told he maybe he should leave it be for now. He was about to say something to Ashton when something caught his eye. "Abbaddon!" Was all he got out as a hollered warning.<br/><br/>It was enough, though. Abbaddons wings flared out just in time to sheild him and Kane from a blast that sent them to the ground, one of Abbaddon's wings a tangled mess of flesh. The angel rolled kane under him instinctively and sprung at their attacker first chance he got. The mid tier demon never stood a chance as Abbaddon drove Ivory into his chest and just ripped downward. The agaonized scream of the creature was cut off fairly quick as Abbaddon is doused in blood.<br/><br/>She commotion of course brought lookie loos... and there is Abbaddon, covered in blood as usual. Michael helps Kane off the ground. "Just... go. Go home. I'll handle it here." He says softly, genuinely worried about his friend.