The Saint (Killer)'s balm of flesh rote was more than enough to heal everyone's wounds - the bones in his eye socket and Beats' rib resetting themselves and fusing back together.
Miguel, in twilight, was not effected however.
"Nice trick," the doorman replied to the Saint, "but it just means I have to hit you hard enough to keep you down this time."
With Robor and Beats ducking out of the library into the sitting room - the Saint (Killer), still on the floor, suddenly felt a tad vulnerable.
Ignoring Miguel, the doorman focused his supernatural energies on the priest and violently flung him toward the window!
"GET OUT!" the doorman hissed wickedly - as the Saint crashed bodily into the glass and frame! Bones broke against the wrought iron, as long shards buried themselves deep within his chest.
As the Saint bounced off the frame - landing back in the room - the doorman exclaimed, "So close! Haha! You got to admit, that would have been pretty sweet, right? 'GET OUT' - BAM! Right out the window, haha! Ya be like - 'Say what?!?' Damn!!!"
Miguel meanwhile, took another swing at the shade with his halberd.
"Let's see how you like it!" he growled, as he thrust the point of his polearm through the doorman's black silhouette!
The blow seemed to hit home, as the doorman stopped his crowing immediately and frowned.
"Oh, it's on now, Casper!" the doorman remarked, making a motion akin to cracking his knuckles.
