He heard the distress, and he took off as fast as he could. He was already almost there. It was fast, crashing into the room with her and her soon to be dead fiance. He crashed into him, knocking him into the wall, and before he could figure out what was going on, Raziel lifted his fist, his now-clawed hand plunging forward into his throat. He tore his throat out and threw it to the side. Then he turned to her.
"Let's go, before guards come."