You will all be saved.

It was supposed to be a simple task... Why were things going sideways so quickly. "Do you have a plan?"

"I know you can't die but I've been thinking of it and I thought that maybe seeing you on the other side might be in another dimension but knowing me and my luck death is just the end of any line that you can travel and there is no other side of it. Anyway, if I die come and find me on the other side and I'll buy you a drink."

Dylan then peeks out from behind the crate that he is hiding behind and sees nothing but knows that Charles is still there out in the factory somewhere looking for the both of them. "Yeah, I've got a plan, track the bastard down and put a bullet in he head. One of us isn't going to be leaving here tonight and I'm not going to be the one staying."

It was supposed to be a simple task... Why were things going sideways so quickly. "Do you have a plan?"

"I know you can't die but I've been thinking of it and I thought that maybe seeing you on the other side might be in another dimension but knowing me and my luck death is just the end of any line that you can travel and there is no other side of it. Anyway, if I die come and find me on the other side and I'll buy you a drink."

Dylan then peeks out from behind the crate that he is hiding behind and sees nothing but knows that Charles is still there out in the factory somewhere looking for the both of them. "Yeah, I've got a plan, track the bastard down and put a bullet in he head. One of us isn't going to be leaving here tonight and I'm not going to be the one staying."

"Well, for most, there is nothing... she continued to explain as she walked through the building, keeping her voice down. "Sometimes there are ghosts... other times a ghoulcaller can bring your body back... the truly insane come back as demons..." The loading of a gun caught her attention.

It was supposed to be a simple task... Why were things going sideways so quickly. "Do you have a plan?"

"I know you can't die but I've been thinking of it and I thought that maybe seeing you on the other side might be in another dimension but knowing me and my luck death is just the end of any line that you can travel and there is no other side of it. Anyway, if I die come and find me on the other side and I'll buy you a drink."

Dylan then peeks out from behind the crate that he is hiding behind and sees nothing but knows that Charles is still there out in the factory somewhere looking for the both of them. "Yeah, I've got a plan, track the bastard down and put a bullet in he head. One of us isn't going to be leaving here tonight and I'm not going to be the one staying."

"I would like to know why you thought putting your hands on me was a good idea..." She said calmly, peering into his eyes with her white voids.

"My mind was made up for me the moment you thought it would be a good idea to pull that spear of yours out of thin air back there where it could be noticed like I had never said a fucking word to you about it. Now if putting hands on you is the only way to get you to listen to good sense then I'm going to be doing it every time we go out the fucking front door." Dylan hisses at her as he gestures with his hands held above his head

"I'm tired of you never listening to me after you ask me for the advice in the first place. You want to learn how this plane works but you don't want to take the help that I'm giving you to do that. What the hell is up with you?"

"I would like to know why you thought putting your hands on me was a good idea..." She said calmly, peering into his eyes with her white voids.

"My mind was made up for me the moment you thought it would be a good idea to pull that spear of yours out of thin air back there where it could be noticed like I had never said a fucking word to you about it. Now if putting hands on you is the only way to get you to listen to good sense then I'm going to be doing it every time we go out the fucking front door." Dylan hisses at her as he gestures with his hands held above his head

"I'm tired of you never listening to me after you ask me for the advice in the first place. You want to learn how this plane works but you don't want to take the help that I'm giving you to do that. What the hell is up with you?"

"I would like to know why you thought putting your hands on me was a good idea..." She said calmly, peering into his eyes with her white voids.

"My mind was made up for me the moment you thought it would be a good idea to pull that spear of yours out of thin air back there where it could be noticed like I had never said a fucking word to you about it. Now if putting hands on you is the only way to get you to listen to good sense then I'm going to be doing it every time we go out the fucking front door." Dylan hisses at her as he gestures with his hands held above his head

"I'm tired of you never listening to me after you ask me for the advice in the first place. You want to learn how this plane works but you don't want to take the help that I'm giving you to do that. What the hell is up with you?"

No... Avacyn wasn't a great listener ever since her emancipation from Innistrad, but he did have a point... she asked for his help, after all.

"I would like to know why you thought putting your hands on me was a good idea..." She said calmly, peering into his eyes with her white voids.

"My mind was made up for me the moment you thought it would be a good idea to pull that spear of yours out of thin air back there where it could be noticed like I had never said a fucking word to you about it. Now if putting hands on you is the only way to get you to listen to good sense then I'm going to be doing it every time we go out the fucking front door." Dylan hisses at her as he gestures with his hands held above his head

"I'm tired of you never listening to me after you ask me for the advice in the first place. You want to learn how this plane works but you don't want to take the help that I'm giving you to do that. What the hell is up with you?"

No... Avacyn wasn't a great listener ever since her emancipation from Innistrad, but he did have a point... she asked for his help, after all.

Include context as preferred! Obvious violence implied.

[GRIP] - Sender grips the receiver’s chin, forcing them to look at the sender.

[GRAB] - Sender grabs the receiver’s arm to pull them closer.

[FORCE] - Sender forces the receiver to sit in a chair.

[PUSH] - Sender pushes receiver forward roughly.

[PULL] - Sender pulls the receiver’s hair or a part of their body (specify for bald or nonhuman characters).

[CHOKE] - Sender grabs the receiver by the throat.

[PIN] - Sender pins the receiver against the wall.

[RESTRAIN] - Sender forces the receiver’s hands behind their back.

[PIN DOWN] - Sender pins the receiver against the floor or bed.

“You must have not read the old testament then…” A book she drug her heels through… dreadful, it was… and such a vindictive God… with plot holes for days… Oh she loathed this plane for such scripture… “The Archangels of this plane are sent to do a God’s will, and are…” A hand wove as she sighed. “The religions of this world are a headache… And apparently, so are the inhabitants…” The last part murmured, as to not insult the other.

Her eyes lit up more as he mentioned a Goddess she knew of; one that was much more interesting to the Archangel, coming from a plane where magic flourished. “I’ve heard of her, yes. She is a noble god, and someone I wish to meet one of these days.” Avacyn said, as if meeting a god was that easy. Pegan? Ah… another religion perhaps… there seemed to be a plethora of them… one or two for each plane… but this one had quite the selection… she believed she was up to eight at this point…

“I believe we are getting off topic though… you are what I came here for…” Her eyes shone brightly as she peered into his soul through his eyes, only looking for confirmation before she pulled back, respecting his privacy. “But the dilemma I face is what the church lacked to tell me. You are humanoid, therefore more must be done than a simple vanquishing…”

Ulysses clenched his jawline, exposing a vein on his forehead from how tense he was at the moment. That was the whole point. Keeping them off track would keep her attention elsewhere, while he thought of a way to escape. It’s not like the warlock was a coward. He simply did not know who he was dealing with. If she was even a harpy, he could have approximated that he can best her so he would not have felt so threatened. 

And now… not knowing… that was causing his skin to crawl and he hoped she thought he was just human.

No, she said humanoid. That made him more tense than before. Even when he smiled, he looked strange because he cannot make himself look convincing. Just how threatening was she? She looked deep into his eyes, and he did not like that. It reminded him of why he would swim to the murky depths of the ocean. 

The Archangel could only tilt her head before he started to fall. A hand reached out to grab him, but he managed to slip through her fingers, disappearing into the water. A frustrated sigh came from her as she peed over the edge after him, eyes seeming to burn into the water as she looked for him.