After Rachel and David left the Cafe, Robert sat with Lois. The angel matron had managed to act calmer not to alarm Rachel and David much, but she clearly needed someone to talk to.
"They will make it, Lois." - Said Robert, softly. - "They are quite capable... And I think Ms. Wilkins said something about controlling her genre..."
"What if there is no air there, Robert? Or if her powers fail to work? For all we know, they may be dead already..."
Robert caught a glimpse of something on the wall. A cross. She put Lois's hands together.
"For now, Lois, I suggest we pray. I don't know what is your denomination, but I will pray too..."
Lucas. The angel that kneels before none. Cass. The woman that imposes her own genre. - she thought as she began - The Lord bless you and keep you. The Lord make His face to shine upon you and be gracious to you. The Lord lift up His countenance upon you and give you peace.
Cass watched as the fight raged on. The random words kept sounding in the air.
Quousque guacamole cullotes space no evil no good no chaos no order no balance no reality Yin-yang...
Wait. The words are beginning to make sen... - Thought Cass - Oh crap.
"LUCAS, DON'T KILL HIM!!!"
Lucas was just about to, but managed to turn her sword so the blunt part of the blade hit him instead. It bought her some time.
"What? Why?" - She said.
"Er... The voices told me not to. I think... If you kill him, reality will cease to exist."
"WHAT?!!!" - Lucas parried a blow of Kotaro, barely. The sheer enormity of what she almost did fully hit her, though, and her fighting did suffer as a result, even as she changed her sword into a baton, trying desperately to think of her next move.
She was fighting against a deadly opponent she couldn't kill, mentally reeling from the fact that she nearly obliterated EVERYTHING in one blow.
This fight had just gotten much more complicated.
