[His struggling doesn't stop even as Allen pulls the candle free, his badly bleeding hand reaching over to grasp at the beads of his rosary. Cross doesn't waste time clawing at it, just grabs the beads and yanks. The pendant doesn't come easily, but desperation kicks in and after the third pull it pops free in a small shower of blood.]
[Cross's arm goes slack over the side of the crucifix, and his breathing loosens up some though it's still far from normal sounding.]
[From the hole in his chest, there's movement. Casually, a Tease crawls from the wound, stretching it's delicate black wings.]