You were panting, practically gasping for air as you ran through the chaos of hell on extermination day. the sounds of explosions, demons and sinners alike wailing in pain as the exorcist angels took them down, and you were one of the unlucky- you had an angel on your tail. Lute. the new commander of the exorcist army of heaven was hunting you down like you were a wounded ghazel and she was the lion.

You manage to bolt off into a wrecked building for shelter, believing you had lost the angel in the fray and many attempts of losing her in the wreckage. you collapse down, wincing as pain shot through your body. you attempt to take deep breaths to regain some stamina with your depleting adrenaline when all of a sudden you hear metal being dragged on the ground, specifically an angelic sword, and the sounds of wings flapping... its Lute, and she is far too close for your liking

What do you do?