He hated to be in the sidelines watching how Panty fought ghosts. It always caused him pain to see her injured; even the possibility stinged his heart. But hoped that she would be careful like always. She was strong, wasn’t she? He had nothing to worry about…
…Or so he believed as he saw how the spirit swatted her gun away from her, rendering her weaponless for the moment. She had strength to fend off from the ghost, but the spirit could only be harmed with holy weapons. Brief noticed the lacy panties were far away from her reach, and she could barely keep the beast from harming her, less having a chance to retrieve them. He had no choice. Even if he had told those words before, he still loved her.
Without wasting another second, the male quickly ran towards them, heading directly to her panties. The spirit’s gaze left its prey to focus on the one that dashed towards the lingerie, taking one of his arms from the angel so he could prepare a vicious attack.
As soon as Brief had reached for the clothing, the ghost’s arms swung towards him viciously. Brief had no other choice but to throw the underwear back to the angel before he was hit, hoping that it would reach her. He couldn’t see if he managed to, as the arm sent him flying in the air several meters until falling down the groun unconscious.
PANTY WOULD MANAGE to grab the cloth, immediately transforming it back into her signature blue and white pistol, silently thanking God that he was there to help her out. She wouldn’t hesitate to start shooting again. This time, she would manage to hit it in the eye, a perfect hit, making the ghost explode over her, angel looking away to try to keep dust from getting into her eyes.
ONCE the smoke dissipated, she’d finally stand, dusting herself off and assessing the slight scratches in her skin. But then she’d see Brief as he lay on the ground, unconscious as far as she could tell. She’d move towards him, nudging him in the side with the toe of her heel, receiving no reaction and briefly considering walking away. But he’d helped her - saved her from something that had the potential to become rather ugly - and she really did owe him one.
SO she’d kneel down, balancing herself as the backs of her thighs pressed to her calves, reaching out to gently shake him a little bit, hoping he wasn’t hurt enough that he was in any actual danger. Sure, he was being a complete dipshit, but he didn’t necessarily deserve to die because of it.
“ Hey, FUCKFACE, you still alive? ”