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THREE TWO ONE ... GO!

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Sam nods slowly as he considers that, tipping his head to the side as he thinks it through. "So you mean it's kind of like a faith death ray or something?"

Artemis frowned. "I don't know that I've ever seen it kill before." But it was theoretically possible.

She also wasn't entirely sure what he meant by 'ray,' but she decided that it wasn't a terribly significant point.

It's not really. It's just a means of creating a picture in his head, which for the record is like some kind of Havok style ray shooting out of the center of her chest.

"Well, it's ... worth a shot."

"All right," Artemis said, nodding in a business-like fashion.

She took a few steps away from Sam, holding out her hands to either side, fingers slightly splayed. It wasn't enough to draw a lot of overt attention, but it did look a bit peculiar.

And after a moment, it looked even more peculiar.

Well, it didn't look peculiar so much as feel peculiar. When Artemis unleashed her faith, it felt like a wave of warm wind. Ignorable, unless you were waiting for it. And painful to the unclean.

Sam waits for a moment, feeling the wave of it brush past him and keeping his eyes on the world around him. He has a feeling that if this actually hurts whatever's lurking around, then they'll see a sign sooner rather than later. And soon enough, there's a loud crash and a scream from an area backstage and Sam is already running.

That would be his cue.

There was no hesitation on Artemis' part. Where others saw a fire and ran away from it, the York sisters were rather infamous for running right into it.

She carried her Faith with her, like an invisible, intangible cape that billowed around in the air behind her. And suddenly realized how very odd it was that she'd used it in the presence of a hunter.

That was a first.

Sam reaches the room first, gun raised to try and save the person inside, but is quickly thrown into a wall for his trouble, slumping to the ground with a groan. The entity isn't visible, but it's clearly making it's presence known, tossing items around the dressing room with no care absolutely for what breaks.

Artemis was used to dealing with invisible creatures, quickly engaging her Auspex to take a look around the room. Unfortunately, spirits didn't behave the way Cainites did. Instead of seeing the creature, she saw spots on everything it had touched, making the whole room glow like a motel bed under an ultraviolet light.

"Well, that's inconvenient," she sneered.

Except that she suddenly saw an enormous mass of the glowing energy moving toward Sam and immediately hurled herself forward, as if to tackle it.

Of course, one couldn't very well tackle a ghost. She felt through it, gracelessly hitting the floor. And her Faith made it howl with rage.

That manages to give Sam enough time to fumble his gun into position, shooting the first round straight through the area where the howl had come from, some of the energy flickering in the air around it as it lets out another howl of pain at the burn of the iron.

Guns were not Artemis' favorite thing. They drew too much attention and, all too often, weren't more effective against the supernatural than pissing them off.

But Sam's ploy seemed effective.

She rolled up onto a crouch, desperately wishing she'd found a way to sneak her knife into the ridiculous outfit she'd been forced to wear.

No matter.

She moved toward the howling and the energy, forcing her Faith out through her very fingertips, into the spirit.

It doesn't take much between the two of them, with Sam still firing rounds into the poltergeist and Artemis's application of faith that the spirit implodes, sending a shock wave throughout the room, after which everything goes quiet. Sam takes a moment to catch his breath, glancing around to see if there's any other sign of trouble before lowering his weapon.

"I think we got it."

Truth Faith could only last so long and be used so offensively. It began to dissipate like a fog, crawling back into Artemis. Not something she could explain. Nor was she inclined to.

"That was surprisingly straightforward," she muttered. Artemis rarely trusted easy things.

But, of course, she was quite mad.

Sam gives a small shrug as he glances around, before moving towards the door to see if they had attracted security yet. "Sometimes they're easier than they look," he sighs, before tipping his head down the hall. "C'mon. We should get out of here before they decide to follow the sounds of the gunshots."

"I wholeheartedly agree," she replied, moving to follow him.

Of course, it was a rock concert. The Luddite part of Artemis wondered if they would even hear. It was all about noise, after all.

Knowing Sam's luck, it could easily go either way. Still, without a word he'll lead the way through the maze of backstage and wait until they've gotten some distance before he glances over to her with a smile.

"Thanks. For the help in there."

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