Sal was hardly surprised when Alessa appeared before the front doors. He was about to draw his gun one last time before the bibles he'd left burning came soaring at him. His gut instinct had his two hands, only somewhat 'protected' by his fingerless gloves, grab one of the burning bibles. He threw it at her, but it bounced off the shield.
He snarled for only a moment before he watched the book fly once more, sliding along the floor to some of the great decorative, crimson curtains draped down one of the walls. The curtains caught fire.