Zahariel stood ever watchful of the events advising movement of troops to lower officers, it was rather clear he the battle they were fighting was a losing one, the Hammers were inside the tower and two soldiers had just reached them to inform them the enemy was on their way. Carissa seemed to have completely forgotten about him, did she even know who he was? No matter he always had a habit of melting into the background. He could feel the darkness approach, the treasonous Demi-gods were here. He had been keeping his wings hidden away, not that they would do him much good anyway in the state they were in. He followed Carissa and the others his light footsteps hardly making a noise. Zahariel placed his back to the wall near one of the corners and drew Dies Irae any other moment he would admire the craftsmanship of his brethren. He looked towards Carissa who was standing beside him and nodded showing he was ready, even at this close a distance the hood would obscure most of his features, his long black hair flowing from underneath. The Huntress had just fired a of bolt into the hallway. He moved around her placing himself in the middle of the hallway and since he wasn't a flipping anime character he didn't shout out the name of the ability he was going to use and followed up the bolt sent by Carissa with the power of his Flames of Fury, sending the flames down the hallway as he merely turned back and put his back against the wall, holding Dies Irae at the ready.