Lazarus felt alone. He had never been without her this long before. This would be the first time he would go into battle with out her. This time he was going into battle to avenge her. Theyd been together for a long time. He had watched her die, held her as she bled to death. Attacked after shes turned her back. Then beaten and stabbed. He had arrived just after they had fled. Until the very end she maintained that she was ok and going to live. Angels last words to him were I love you. As he came out of the memory, her last words echoed through his mind.
He got up and finished preparing for battle, no matter what it took, if he had to burn the city to the ground, he would find the bastards who murdered Angel. No matter what they would pay, and pay dearly. As he headed out it began to snow.
After about an hour of searching he had an idea of where they were. He climbed up to the highest point. Looking down he could see them.