Castiel stood by Jaina's side, a little horrified, a little bewildered. He watched Martha closely for his signal, glancing away now and then to see what the others were doing and where they were.
The thing they were fighting seemed so simple, almost docile as it rolled along, just expression cylinder with a few protrusions. One girl drew it's fire, her speed super-human. Another brought lightening down from the sky, another thing a human should not be able to do.
Then there was the girl next to him. The girl who had mastered one of his own powers. He could not question any of this now. The only thing on his mind was the mission. He raised his hand, ready to focus his power through it.
"On your command," he called to Martha.
The strange words of his companion spurred him to add his own. "May the Lord watch over you and lend you strength."