Kir ran up the stairs, finding no further demons barring his path as he took floor after floor at a dead sprint.
Ten floors up, his legs were burning.
At fifteen, he saw something coming through a window and he quickly took a battle stance as-
CRASH.
A rather large raptor had shattered its way through the glass, and on its back was Noir, who hopped off just as the raptor transformed into Stella.
"Fuck that hurts!" Stella picked a bit of glass out of her shoulder and Kir stepped up to help, brushing a few shards out of her hair.
"What are you two doing here? Is everything alright with the others?"
"We fucked off as soon as the battle started," Stella answered.
Kir only nodded. He wasn't going to chastise them for acting according to their ability. Noir didn't have his crossbow, and Stella, for all she kept up her crass demeanor, clearly didn't want to hurt her own kind...
His own kind. Too. He guessed.