"I think trying to fight would be a very bad idea," Agatha said, speaking for the first time since they'd started digging. She really hoped Michael didn't think it was a good idea, but maybe he needed to be reminded seeing as his brain had been melting rotting flesh dribbling out of his ears just minutes ago.
She stood from the crouching position she had watched the regeneration from and brushed the dirt from her knees as she looked around them warily for the forces of Hell.