The assault of gunfire ruined Azraels' chance to continue to chastise her. This would probably be the only time Raven would thankful for being shot at. As Azrael protected her and kept her out of harm's way she waited until the time was right when she could get up. They couldn't just fight off a vampire without getting shot. It didn't make sense and it would do neither of them any good. As he questioned her idea she simply nodded as if he were asking her if she liked vanilla ice cream. Tugging on some shadows she allowed them to run along the ground and encompass herself like a cloak, allowing them to swirl around her to show that she was capable of protecting herself. It was a dumb plan and she'd probably get hurt, but if memory served her right, Azrael could heal her. Giving him a nod in agreement that she would focus on herself and not him with her shadows. He was capable of taking care of himself. Inhaling deeply she peered from behind the crates deciding on which dark aisle she would run down. Steeling herself she let out a soft growl and leapt herself forward, propelling forward as she began to bark, and informing their attackers where she was. Pulling the shadows closer to her she started to run hearing the guns start to rattle off and the scent of gun powder fill the air again. When she saw the flash of light glow she turned around and stopped in her place.
Throwing her head back she let out a mournful howl, thinking if she stayed still they'd take their attention off Azrael and focus back on her again. With her shadows she allowed them to swirl around her as she set off for a run again when the light was gone. Leaping towards a small stack full of crates she panted, her ears twitching atop her head as she heard a pair of boots stomping in her direction. Keeping herself low to the ground she peered behind the crates seeing the figure of the man slowing down to a walk with his gun lowered. As he crept closer to her hiding spot Raven staid still, seeing a light flash on, atop his gun. When he turned into her hiding spot she focused on his gun and tugged at the weapon to leave his hands, throwing it against the wall. The light from the gun flickered but remained on, the light shining on her and her location. Now that the man could see her he made his approach, digging from his hip a large knife. Bearing her teeth she snarled and ran towards him and lunged, her front paws colliding into his shoulders as her teeth sunk into his neck. As the man fell backwards because of her attack her hold on him started to loosen as she collapsed on top of him. Clamping on his throat again she could hear him gargle and choke on his own blood.
Whimpering softly she let go of him and climbed off him. With her telekinesis she lifted the gun with the light on it and began to strike it against the wall over and over again until he light finally broke. Running down the aisle she headed back in the direction of Azrael hearing the men start to scream at one another about needing to find them. Using her nose she eventually found the Dark Hunter hiding behind the same crates as before. Coming up towards him she pressed her voice into him as she allowed the shadows to stop rolling around her and instead hover on the ground. Gently she pressed her shoulder into his side, letting him know she was beside him again.