Elijah's POV I nodded to Farah after taking a look out the window. "They are coming." I laughed evilly. Farah smirked at this, and cracked her fingers. "E-Emmanuel, you take Nancy, and keep yourselves out of the way." Farah said turning to look at them. Emmanuel looked at her, his eyes more warm then I was used to seeing. "I could help.." Emmanuel protested, his fists clenched. Farah rolled her eyes, avoiding his look. "No you couldn't, your an angel, I don't think fighting is really your area of expertise." She said. "Thats were you are wrong, self defense doesn't count as actual fighting." Emmanuel said with his usual sarcastic smile. Farah snorted at this, and slowly turned to smirk at him. "Fine, you want to help angel boy, be my guest, just don't get yourself in my way." She snipped and turned on her heel to go towards the window. I rolled my eyes, and with a glare pushed Nancy back down the hall way, into my bedroom and back into my closet. "You stay here, and don't leave this closet until I come back to get you." I said giving her a shove, watching her fall into a pile of clothes. I quickly slammed the door shut, and stomped out of the room, and out to get with the others. "So are you ready for a bit of fun?" Farah said with a wide evil smirk. "It's about time, hell yeah we are!" Chris said with a fist pump to the air. Miranda snickered, clinging onto his massively muscled arm. I just yawned. "Let's just kill these mutts and get it over with." I said bored.