The smell of the gas caught her long before she fully registered what they were doing. Gas splattered over everything around them, including herself. At least he got the message. Sorry coat... She tried to breath a sigh of relief, but choked on the fumes instead. Truth was angels were none to fond of true flame fire themselves. She watched carefully, still fighting with the now shrieking tar creature to hold it's attention, until she saw Martin spark the lighter. As he threw it, she twisted her shoulders and slipped gracefully out of her coat. The air around them wavered and fluctuated as the fumes ignited. The world did that horrible slow motion thing that often happens in moments when adrenaline is high, and the time it took her to dive across the room into Martin felt like it took much longer than it really had.

Spreading her arms wide, she made solid contact with his body, pushing him backwards into the door frame where Adja and Jason stood. The contact with his body combined with the force of the inferno sparking to life behind them sent all four of the sprawling to the floor in the garage. From within the store the sound of the creatures shrieks could be heard through the roaring of the fire.

Lixi picked her head up and looked around. Jason and Adja both appeared to have just been knocked on there asses by all of it, and from what she could tell seemed unscathed. Martin however... oh poor Martin. She'd landed squarely on top of him, and the poor guy was now flat on his back on the concrete. She scrambled up to sit beside him so her weight wasn't squishing his lanky frame to the concrete, then slipped one hand behind his head to lift it a little. No blood seemed to be coming from the back of his head, which was good at least.

"Hey! You ok? I'm sorry, there just wasn't more time to tell you to move. Thank you... Thank you for hearing me." And thank you for letting him hear it Vulture... she thought the last part more internally than projected, but she still had a feeling the creature in him would know. "Everyone ok? Jason please tell me you got something out of all that. I don't know about anyone else, but I certainly don't wanna stick around her any longer than we have to now."

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Jason sat up, quite startled, and looked at Lixi as she spoke to him. He heard her ask if he'd gotten anything, and was met with the sudden realization that the'd left the laptop on the counter inside, and his bag was behind it. "Shit! My stuff! It's all in there! All I got was an address on the author, nothing authentic enough to pursue as far as the church went. And the worst of it is that the author lives right in the heart of Squirl Hill. That neighborhood will be fucking impossible to get to if the zombies are anything like you're describing, and it's all old row houses, so it's not like we can even pull some super ninja rooftop climbing crap." He stood and edged closer to the door, wondering if any of his things would have survived the blast. His laptop was supposed to be shock resistant, and it was military grade. His hopes raised for a moment, only to be squashed immediately as he felt the sweltering heat coming off the door before he'd even gotten within a yard of it.