(Well I was going to go to bed, but you're replying so quickly so now I feel compelled to stay awake and enjoy the RP. Lol)<br/><br/>"Well now, is it bolder to assume such a thing or not assume such a thing when you're asking me to court you? That seemed just as bold to me." Gabriel teased her, smirking. "Ghouls are like the cockroaches of the supernatural world. They take a hell of a lot of punishment and refuse to die. Best way to stop 'em quick is to destroy their head. I'd prefer a shotgun to a glock for that, but if your ain is as good as I suspect it is, you'll be fine."<br/><br/>Gabriel pondered their best course of action for a few deadly moments, staring out the window and trqcoong the hidden hitmen's movements. "Well, shooting our way out seems like a good idea. If Frankie isn't dead, he'll appreciate us leaving his shop in mostly one piece." The Warden pulled his cloak on and unsheathed his gladius. In his right hand he held the deadly sharp blade and in his left he held his blasting rod almost like a baton, carved all along the length in runes. "I'll go out first and draw their fire. Once they've emptied their chambers on me and have to reload, you focus on taking out the gunmen. As soon as that happens, the ghouls will likely rush us. Leave those roaches to me."