Whipped cream on a shit sundae. How...accurate that sounded. He might have even laughed if he hadn't believed her so entirely. The smell that permeated from that chute was....intense to say the least. It smelled old and stale and rotten and like something had died down there. Hell, maybe it had. In a place like this there was sure to be mice or rats or a cat someone had forgotten that had slunk off to die. Those thoughts, somehow, were better than the consideration that maybe countless other repairmen had met their ends here. A thought Sly had considered more than once and yet one that he refused to allow to take hold here and now. Especially with the voices of several others seeming to echo beneath the heavy door that Harley had shut behind her. They were not supposed to be in this room, of that Sly was damn well certain and whoever it was behind the door hardly seemed to be filling Harley with any joy. Sly shifted instinctively closer to Harley then. His arm brushing agianst her own in some subtle desire to be closer to the only other being in this place who he was mostly certain was not attempting to bring about his imminent destruction. That chute hardly looked....ideal. Maybe they could find another door or a window or something that reeked less of death. Maybe the people behind the door would simply leave if they waited them out. Maybe they-. Sly's thoughts were abruptly halted by a sound of alarm erupting from his little flaming familiar. Warlock and fox both turned their gazes towards the door- only to see that fog beginning to seep beneath it. Oh no, not that guy again.

A sudden panic readily seemed to stab at Sly's gut. A feeling of fear clenched firmly within his chest as he reached out to grasp Harley's hand. There wasn't any time to worry about finding another goddamn door now. The idea of being stuck in this work room with that lunatic of a vampire suddenly seemed far worse than a chute that smelled of rot. The small, flaming fox was quick toleap upward at Sly's command, shifting its form abruptly into a flacon before diving down and into that chute, lighting the way as it did. The mist that seeped beneath the door had only begun to grow. Sly, this time, hardly affording it the chance to materialise as he all but leapt down that chute after his falcon. The warlock was content to haul Harley down with him. That chute, however, abruptly seemed to turn into a...slide. Their descent into darkness came at a near alarming rate. Sly's falcon, ahead of them, the only light either of them had as they seemed to gain speed before abruptly that slide seemed to end- the both of them suddenly airbourne. Sly's limbs flailed in momentary panic, a cry of alarm forced from the warlock's lips as he tumbled through the darkness- only to crash into the ground below. The air knocked from his lungs as he hit that sand. Any hope of recovery near immediately dashed by Harley crashing down on top of him. At least the sand had broken his fall.....and he had broken Harley's.

A groan echoed readily from his lips then. That, Sly was certain, the only sound he was capable of making as his lungs struggled to draw that breath once more. He might have almost enjoyed that position with a woman like Harley...if not for the impending darkness that surrounded them. Sly hardly made any effort to move, at least not yet, the warlock distinctly aware of how tangled their limbs had become in the wake of that fall. The scent of her was nice, far nicer then anything else in that room. Sly was almost reluctant to detangle himself from her and yet- hadn't they agreed that he got to be on top? That sarcasm, it seemed, had hardly abandoned him as Harley snorted in response, the woman making an effort to push herself up andas Sly sat upin turn with another groan of protest. Harley, this time, seated in his lap in another near equally provocative position. The woman quipped that maybe he was just afraid he would like it. Now it was his turn to snort softly in amusement.

"I know I'd like it. Not in sand though. Never in sand. Sand....gets where it shouldn't."

Amusement tugged softly at his features once more, his lip quirking upward as his falcon above case light around that room. Whatever else he had been about to say however was abruptly halted by the realization that his back was...wet. Really wet. Why was he wet? That very question fell from his lips a moment later, confusion readily prompting his features to frown as he made a futile effort to look over his own shoulder at just what was staining the back of his shirt. The equally baffled look upon Harley's features was hardly missed, the woman leaning back slightly to offer him more room as he angled his back towards her instead. Sly, fortunately, oblivious to the dark red blood staining his shirt- mopped up from his ride down that chute. It was water right? He'd just gone through water. Harley's words hardly sounded convincing as she insisted it looked like slightly tinted water- it would probably wash out- or better yet, maybe he should just throw the whole shirt out. Sly's features frowned once more as he eyed the woman across from him almost dubiously. Harley, perhaps fortunately, was quick to insist they look for a door. Sly, for now, willing to let the stain on his shirt go as he moved to pull himself to his own feet- reaching for his baseball cap as he did, placing it back atop his head after he'd brushed that sand from it.
His falcon above provided just enough light for them both to see around that room. It was large and stone and....circular. Were they in the bottom of well? What was this? Why the hell did Harley work in a place like this? Sly's near softly uttered insistence that she had a fucking weird job was met with a scoff, the raven-haired woman insisting instead that this was not her main gig and that this was probably a disposal area. A disposal area for....what? Sly's blue gaze shifted to meet Harley's own in the flickering firelight.

"I'm just saying, you should probably quit. This place is dodgy as fuck."

Well. It was. Hell, maybe Harley was a drug runner. Maybe it didn't matter and yet still she seemed....better then this place. Whatever it was. Maybe he could pull a few strings and get her a job with one of his own employers. It wouldn't be that terrible to have a girl like this working with him. The sudden shriek of alarm from his firebird above prompted both Harley and Sly to whirl in place, Harley's near hissed words echoed briefly in the dark before that mist seemed to pour down the chute. Fuck. That vampire had found them again. Sly stumbled backward in that sand. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to go. That mist rapidly began to take form, a single, clawed hand reached out toward Harley as Sly felt a chill run up his own spine. It was going to grab her, it was going to-. A second shriek from his falcon above was all the warning the bird gave before it twisted in mid-air to dive like a flaming bullet, slamming into Ruben's half-human form as those flames erupted. Ash and smoke rapidly filled the air as Sly's own eyes widened and Harley scrambled backward in turn. That mist seemed to evaporate entirely, little more than a heap of ash left smouldering in its wake. A single, small flame ignited in Sly's palm, offering them both some light to see by as they inched forward to peer at that smoking pile. Was he...dead? A sudden smile seemed to bloom on Harley's face, the woman insisting that hell, they were both still standing, so that surely meant Ruben was...well.....she had been about to say dead.

The sand was shifting beneath them. Sly could feel it, let alone see it. Those grains were rapidly beginning to twist and contort and take shape. Fuck. Was there no stopping this thing!? What sort of power was this? He'd never seen anything like it. Very not dead. Harley's words prompted a near panicked look from the blond warlock as Sly stumbled backward once more, whatever he had been about to say so hardly managed to leave his lips as a blast of sand collided with him with enough force to render him airborne once more. A yelp of surprise was forced from his lips before he collided heavily with the far wall, the air knocked from his lungs once more before he tumbled back to the ground amidst Harley's own shout. Sly's fire abruptly going out. Plunging them both into darkness once more. God....that hurt. The world seemed to spin for several moments. Amidst that darkness and with his side throbbing and head spinning Sly hardly knew where he was for several perilous seconds. What had happened? Was he still alive? His side hurt enough to make him feel like he was. Maybe he was alive but this was what dying felt like. His body seemed to remember how to breathe at that moment. Sly taking a sudden gasping breath. One that sent pain down his side once more and yet....seemed to clear his head all at once. Where was Harley? Had that thing gotten her? No, wait, he could still hear her, he was sure. Another groan managed to roll from Sly'sthroat, the warlock exlamining that his newest injury....really fucking hurt. Harley's words, by some miracle, seemed to find him in the darkness. They were both still alive.

"I'm not....religious."

This hardly seemed the time to argue over something so distinctly trivial and yet Sly's head hurt too much to form a more comprehensive argument right now. If he died at least Harley would know not to give him a religious funeral right? Right? Maybe she should run. At least she still could. That very suggestion was called out towards Harley in near the same moment as another whoosh of sand exploded. Ruben, it seemed, was actively searching for Harley now. Sly could hear her, he was sure, on the other side of that room and yet he could feel that sand moving beneath him still as he pulled himself into a sitting position. His side protested that movement. Christ...what had he done to it? Had he slammed into that wall side first? How oblivious the warlock was to his own shattered ribs in that moment, or the way those broken bones pressed dangerously upon his own lungs- threatening to pierce them at any moment. He needed to get up or....find a door or...something. Shed some light on the situation? It took Sly a moment longer than it should have to understand that plea from his companion. Light. Fire. A flame flickered to life within the warlock's palm, Sly momentarily illuminated in that gloom before that flame launched forward, leaping onto the ground and turning into....a goat kid. Well. Harley hadn't been specific and at least it was still light right? The flaming little goat pranced forward and into the center of that room as its flaming glow lit up the space around them.

Sly was suddenly aware of that metal flying around them. He could see it, in the half-light, glinting and gleaming. Was that Ruben or....Harley? Sly's gaze widened momentarily in awe of that very ability as metal began to fly from the sand around them. Harley's insistence he needed to move to the back when he heard the rattling prompted the warlock to attempt to push his feet beneath him. That pain in his side was almost....excruciating.

"I...dont think I can....."

Another groan cut short his words as Sly veritably forced himself to his feet. Maybe he could walk. Maybe. Just. Was that blood he could taste in his mouth? One hand clutched at his side, the warlock gripping the wall with his other hand as he forced himself to his feet. If Harley had a plan the least he could goddamn do was get up and help her. He could hear that strain in her voice. Sly, in that moment, swallowed that groan of pain that threatened to escape his lips once more. Either they were going to die, or he was going to die trying.

"Yeah, I got this. Just tell me....what you need."

Sly winced once more, the warlock's gaze abruptly finding his little goat. It's mundane form....wasn't enough, not this time. They needed something a little more...active. Sly's hand raised slightly, the warlock snapping his fingers as the flaming goat abruptly seemed to....explode. Those new flames twisted and snaked, the light cast by that new fire far brighter as it illuminated near that entire room only for the flames to reform. That tiny goat kid was replaced with a far larger...watusi bull. Ash and smoke erupted from that flaming bulls nostrils, its tail flicking at its flanks as it whirled in place to face Ruben. This flaming creature was far, far more formidable than the tiny goat as Ruben himself whirled to face it. The impressive horns of that bull scraped at the earth, sparks flying from the points as the bulls hoof pawed at the ground, kicking up sand behind it in readiness to charge.

"We're ready."

Sly's gaze cut across that room and towards Harley, she had a plan right? One hand still clutched at his side and yet, the warlock remind standing all the same, his focus shifting between Harley and his flaming creature. Sly ready to send that animal into that battle the moment Harley gave the word.

sly.