All three men held guns pointed toward Gabriel and himself. Gabriel had a gun too, but he didn't raise it. Maybe he had a master plan, but, judging by the way he swayed like someone who hadn't yet found their sea legs on a ferry crossing, Henry very much doubted it.

“Guys, I don't know anything. Until tonight, I didn't realise any of this existed, I won't talk to anyone, I swear,” Henry said.

“You think we care if you talk? Your kind are behind the suppression and injustices we have to live with every day of our lives. I'll tell my boss you didn't want to talk, it would only have delayed things anyway. Don't worry, I'll make it a lot more painful for you, I promise,” said the guy on the right.

There was a ripple through the air, the pulse hitting the attackers with enough force to send them flying off their feet and into the mirrors on the other side of the room. The glass shattered creating a pool of reflections around them, their red auras mixing with their injuries making them more red ink and blood than normal skin.

She came in fast and acted even faster. The woman hit the three figures hard, spilling their guns out of reach just as they had managed to stand, forcing the fight to turn to close combat. She moved quicker than they did and, judging by the gut wrenching sound of breaking bone, she was as strong as any of her opponents. Sharply cut black hair was the only thing Henry took in about her, before his attention diverted to Gabriel who was trying to move a mirror away from the wall.

Henry helped budge the mirror from place. Behind it was a metal grate that led, well, God knows where, but it was obviously what Gabriel was after. Together, they slid it from place, but as they did, Gabriel's legs gave way and he collapsed.

People are a lot heavier than you think. Henry discovered this as he tried to hoist Gabriel from the floor. He looked back at the woman, who was now holding one of the men in an arm lock while she kicked out at another, all with the grace of a ballet dancer.

The pair hurtled down the chute beyond the grate, with anything but grace. They toppled over one another, snagging on the changing gradient, tumbling with a splash into water, Gabriel cushioning Henry's blow. Henry gasped from the freezing water, struggling to his feet as he propped Gabriel against the wall. They were in a tunnel, it was pitch black, and Henry had no plan, but at least they were away from the men with guns. For now.

Gabriel was still unconscious, although the little slide they had taken had probably not helped that. Henry reached into his pocket for his phone, the flashlight revealing a tunnel that was better left to the imagination. The walls were not visible through the green growth that covered their every inch and the water they stood in was completely opaque. The water flowed slowly along the tunnel and, taking that as the only indication of where to go, that was the direction Henry went. Slightly bent over to take Gabriel's weight, he set off, dragging the unconscious cockney beside him.

As dire as trudging through the sewer seemed, it better than hanging around in the courtyard. Even if the dark haired woman won the fight, Henry wasn't entirely sure he trusted her.