Gabriel was a little worried about the shot Barnaby had taken; he doubted paintballs were made for firing at faces. Pain aside, the paint would have spread over the demon's eyes, nose and possibly even his mouth. Hopefully he could take care of himself, though Gabriel had nothing against calling a truce to heal him if he needed it.

"Er, no. No, we don't," Gabriel admitted. "I think it's more of 'hit them as much as possible and try not to get hit'. He ducked even lower, pressing himself to the ground.

This was almost like training, but more fun.