As she flew Becky heard the splash... heard everything, she closed her eyes, powering up as high as she could... she'd have one shot at this before she was yanked back up... like it or not. She glided in circles, seeking the point at which this could work, she glided effortlessly, picking the church itself from on high... since any angel is mortal on hallowed ground, just as a demon is... she took a deep breath, muttered several choice apologies to a lot of dead people and dived, her wings clipped tight to her back as she gathered speed, watching the stained glass windows in the belltower coming closer, figuring at her momentum she'd power through the window and hopefully through the two wooden floors beyond to the stone floor below, nice and liquidated. The windows rushed up fast, for the first time in millennia... she was truly happy. Everything went black as she broke through the floor. By the time the mortals inspected the damage, her body had long disintegrated, leaving behind a large crater... and a single white feather... harder than steel, and as light as it should have been as a feather.