Isabel and Max had been fighting together but had gotten lost somewhere in the fray. Both of them had been using telekinesis and Max was around in case anyone needed to be healed on the battlefield. Hell, that was probably where Max was when Isabel needed the assistance from Azazeal.
The blonde alien hadn't bothered bringing any guns or weapons with her. She was the weapon. A human alien hybrid who's mind could access parts of the human mind that couldn't be accessed by humans or at least most of the normal ones that were left. These days everyone seemed to have a superpower.
She used her telekinesis to drive them away from her, to snap their necks, to rip their heads straight off. It took a lot of concentration to kill them but each time she did it, she felt more in control of her actions.
"Thanks for the help," she said to the mystery man. She knew that the prison's enemies were also coming out in support of killing Glory. It seemed that a common enemy had united them all and she wondered if he was one of the enemies or just somebody who didn't live at the prison. Isabel often wondered why she lived there before reminding herself that it was where her brother and sister in law were.
"Done a lot of demon fighting in your day?" she asked him. It felt strange to be making small talk with some stranger while she was also snapped spines and cracking necks but she was glad for the company now that Max was out of sight and she wanted him to know that. Maybe he was an enemy of the prison's but not of hers.