The sun had risen, and Sammael's men had assembled around the camp. Filled with a bunch of ruff neck goons and hicks. Some with abilities, some with biomechanics, and others with just guns and knives.
Lilith woke to the sound of rustling. It was already bright. But she didn't think the others would be up. "Who is it? What do you want?" And with that, she was grabbed by raw, rough hands. But not before she could grab the handle of her scythe. With a flick of her wrist, she had pierced his shoulder and he cried out in pain. After he let go, she took a good look around. There were a bunch of men surrounding the camp site. She worried for Tish, but knew she would stay in the tent. "What do you want with us? We have nothing. Now leave."
"That's not what we're told to do, little miss." said a man whose teeth were black, and some even missing. "Now, come with us and we'll leave you alone."
"Ha. Tough luck. Now go before I rip your entrails out."
{I'll post more when I get home}