"Boedromius help me," Samandriel said quietly though he knew even invoking one of Apollo's titles would get a response from the god not at all. He might've got on swimmingly with the Greeks, but times had changed and there was nothing to distinguish him from anyone else who offered a whispered prayer for rescue.
Pinned against the wall, the former angel knew better than to struggle. It would only make the hunt and perhaps the kill more appealing. "Only a Spartan would be so quick to destroy that which he does not understand." He didn't know where the words came from, and he regretted them the moment they passed his lips.