Aziel's muscles twitched as he snarled at the man who had tasered him. He tried to push himself up but his muscles weren't responding to him. 'Damn it he growled frustrated. Suddenly fire bloomed across the man's chest as it ignited against the man's clothing. He writhed in pain screaming his burnt flesh flooding Aziel's nose.
Looking up Aziel saw Rusell's form standing above him. They shared eye contact for a moment before Russell ran ahead out of the bar. Aziel was grateful for his help, but he couldn't deny his irritation at not having the pleasure of killing the human himself. Though he knew it couldn't be helped he couldn't move in his state.
Smoke was now growing, darkening as it began to rise flames spreading throughout the bar. He needed to get out if he wasn't going to be burned alive. Growling at his body's lack of response he tried again to stand but fumbled again. As he continued to struggle to stand on his four paws Phoebe's distinct smell approached him, moving his head towards her he relaxed as she bent to pick him up. Trying to make it easier for her he didn't struggle as she carried him away from the flames.
"Sorry, I'm going to bleed on you" she commented as the smoke filled his lungs causing him to cough which came out as a raspy snarl his is wolf form. He nodded his head to her in appreciation and to try and show he didn't mind. However, he worried that his weight would put too much of strain on her bullet wound as she struggled to carry him outside.
Gently he was laid down upon the grass, Aziel was glad to be free of the clogged bar's atmosphere as it burned the flames rising. Sirens could be heard in the distance and a small crowd of bystanders had begun to gather. Some of them gasped when they saw Aziel stepping back and shielding their children. Aziel raised his lip towards them showing them his canines before turning away. He hated the look humans gave him, the look of fear they possessed. He wouldn't harm them unless provoked.
As Phoebe walked toward Russell who stood over bodies Aziel attempted to move his muscles again. It was easier, this time, they were slowly beginning to respond to him again. It was then that he noticed it. He stiffened, he knew the scent and it ignited a new coarse of anger throughout him. It was faint and hard to pinpoint amongst all the other smells in the chaos but Aziel knew it was Charlie's blood that he smelt. He swore to himself in that moment he would have the pleasure of ripping apart anyone who had harmed either of them. He was going to hunt them down.
Determination enthralled him as Aziel forced his legs to respond. They shook before he managed to stand for a moment, taking a deep breath he absorbed as much of the smell of Charlie's blood as he could before it disappeared. He tried to move forward, to begin to track them when he felt a pair of hands scoop under him again.
Phoebe picked him up to his dismay. He wanted to tell her, to tell her they had to follow, that they had a lead but he couldn't communicate it without his vocal cords.
He wanted to struggle, to break free of her grasp but held himself back from doing so, Phoebe was injured, if he struggled he could open up her wound.
Torn Aziel growled his frustration as Phoebe placed him into the van before calling his father.
'Charlie , Eve be alright