Rise of The Fallen
He never left his gear, what had happened?
Finally we got to the truck, Todd started it up while the rest of us continued to fight off the flurry of wings. The Watcher angel was on us now, its attention laser focused on the truck. Yet it didn't get any closer, hovering right above us. Then instinctively I knew, it wasn't attacking, it was sizing us up. It opened its mouth and another scream roared from its angelic throat; the sound deafening even with earplugs. Jason tried to move his hands to his ears, but the scream had rendered us motionless. The Watcher came closer; then grasping Jason with both hands lowered him to the ground. Almost lovingly he cradled his body, letting it slowly slide