For sure. The Wardstone's energy is still flowing through them, still empowering their blows, and the rest of the demons are dead inside a couple moments.

Great. Okay. Where are they supposed to regroup afterwards?

They're supposed to sweep the remaining floors top to bottom for stray demons, while Irabeth's team sweeps them bottom-to-top, and they'll meet in the middle. (They'll need a few adjustments to the planned route to account for the damage to the building, but it's not likely that they'll miss each other entirely.)

The energy from the Wardstone is beginning to dissipate, but a little portion of it seems reluctant, somehow, to fade.

It got them through a fight with a lilitu - albeit one that did not end in a complete victory. He has the absurd urge to go pat the wardstone and try to make sure they know he's grateful but he has no idea if the angels in there were even responsible or if it was some kind of side effect.

Anyway. They can go top to bottom.

There are a few demons scattered throughout the building, but all the demon survivors are stunned; it's trivial to finish them off. Nenio points out magic items as they go.

Midway through the second floor, they walk in on a man looking at the ceiling with his hands clasped in prayer, kneeling before an altar with an upside-down altar cloth on it, the current top side of which has a sword-with-sunburst drawn messily on it in charcoal. There are tiny splinters of red wood lying on the floor next to him, along with a leather strap. (Blai has never seen him among the crusaders.)

"Praise Iomedae!" he says.

"This is an odd time and place for your prayers." He glances at Seelah.

"Did you see what happened to the demons, she must have sent us a miracle—"

"Faintly Evil," she murmurs.

"—please don't kill me, they told me if I didn't follow their orders they'd kill me and hunt down my wife—"

"And so you decided to take orders from a bunch of demons?"

"Well, demons famously seldom respond to 'please don't kill me' and sometimes others might, so if one has no other convictions and one's wife doesn't mind being married to a demon's quisling..." ...that may have been too Asmodean.

"I didn't tell her, she didn't know anything, don't hurt her—"

Seelah looks faintly appalled. "If she wasn't in on it, we're not going to hurt her!"

"Perhaps you wouldn't, but can you really say the same for our dear Prelate?"

...Okay, he sees why Ramien likes this guy.

She really doesn't think Hulrun would do that, the Goddess doesn't want them killing innocent people, but she wouldn't have expected him to execute Thall in the streets either.

"What did they order you to do, exactly."

"They, they made me tell them everything I knew about the city's defenses, or what was left of them, and help them take down some of the really annoying traps in the Garrison. And they, they knew I was good at fighting, so they had me go out in the city with some groups of weaker fighters, and we took some things from people's houses to bring back for the demons, and one time we lit the roof on one of the collapsed buildings on fire 'cause Sigirod said you get to be a cooler demon that way, but we never killed anyone." Because they never ran into any crusaders, but still. " And there was supposed to be an attack on one of the inns that I was supposed to help with, but it got pushed back, they didn't tell me why."

"If it hadn't been pushed back you might have killed your wife."

"I, I wouldn't have, I'd rather die than kill her."

"If you recognized her in the heat. If your demon allies whom you enabled didn't run into her. If the Wardstone's fall didn't leave her in the path of the next mob to attack. If you surrender you might get a moment to apologize to her and if you do not you will not."

"I, I'm not going to fight you — but I don't want to get her hurt, I, I, I want to talk to her but not if it gets her killed by the Inquisition — she didn't know anything, I swear—"

"My intention would be to deliver you to the Eagle Watch, not the Inquisition, but your chance to make your betrayal and its motivations of purely hypothetical interest has been and gone. Weapons on the floor."

"My sword's on the floor already, it's on the ground behind the altar, I can step out so you can see I'm not armed—"

He does this, keeping his hands in the air.

Blai searches him.