Mina knew her mythology well. After all, one didn't simply get the title of Valkyrien Amazon. One had to earn it. And Mina was nothing if not tenacious when it came to her duty. And as an extension of that duty, her sense of loyalty.

No. She couldn't run. She couldn't leave Castiel like that and she certainly couldn't simply step aside and let this living, breathing frost giant rampage through the town, taking out the other refugees, many of whom she was fond of.

"Go," she said to Bruce out of the side of her mouth. "Get Lydia to safety and warn the others. I'll take care of Castiel."

Or die trying. Which seemed like the more likely possibility at the moment.