The attack upon their bond wasn't completely unexpected, he just didn't expect it to happen from one of the hunters.  After all, so few of them knew anything about real magic.  Yet here it was, an assault that was from a blessed source, and given the nature of their bond, susceptible to it all the more.  The vile sparks flared up for a moment before all of them were snuffed out in response to the loss of concentration on Samuel's part.  Without his focus, they were nothing, and that focus was needed to keep them in the world.  Samuel stumbled and nearly fell himself, the backlash ripping through him and injuring him more than he'd been in some time.<br/><br/>Blood began to seep from between his lips as he took a quick mental evaluation of his body.  Some of his body was shredded internally, physical damage given birth by the magical backlash.  Wounds would heal if he had enough time, but that wasn't likely to happen here and now.  He'd need more time than he had now, and given enemies were all around them, and Lasciel was down, he'd just have to make do.  He'd stumble on his hands and knees over to her, gathering her into his arms.  His lips pressed to hers, allowing his blood to drip along her mouth.  "Wake up," he rasped, coughing.  "Need you awake to get us out of here."