Mickey
Mickey had taken a glance at the goons. He recollected himself and took to the shadows, heading off to the gate. He fled.
Angel
Angel slowly took his steps as he looked upon the horror that was before him. People cowering in the streets as they were attacked, buildings lowered to nothing but rubble. No wonder he had seen the cloaked figure leave without a horse. He drew his sword and shield and ran to protect the innocent. Where is Keeseman!? he thought angrily, He is supposed to protect these people! He wouldn't leave them here to die unless....unless he had perished under the rubble. Quickly fearful of the idea, Angel began attacking the goons. However, he grew tired and was slowly losing the energy to keep fighting. Not enough damned heroes...