A demon sneaks up from behind you and mounts an arrow in your direction. By the time you turn around and realize it, it's too late. The arrow is already in the air and you brace for it, but it never comes. You see that one of your friends jumped in front of you at the last second and took the shot. You are unharmed.
Time seemed to slow for Bazel.
He was staring death in the face, and he was rooted to the spot. throughout the chaos and madness around him, he could see the deadly arrow shooting on a dead-set path towards him. He sent a silent prayer to Jubileus that his brethren would remember the deeds he had done.
Just as Bazel was ready to accept (for the second time) the sweet embrace of Death, he was roughly knocked to the side. After hitting the ground rather roughly and scrambling to his feet, he saw that it was one of his friends that had saved him.
"Was" being the key term.
Bazel was grieved and elated at the same time. He had known his friend had told him that they would watch over him in battle, but he didn’t expect them to take a demonic arrow for him in the heat of combat. He spent a moment to kneel by their side and send a prayer of safekeeping to Jubileus. They deserved eternal bliss for everything they had done.
Getting to his feet, Bazel retrieved his fallen friend’s halo and put it around his wrist for safekeeping. He would be damned if those foul heathens got their hands on the remains of his friend.
He picked up his fallen staff (knocked out of his hands when he was saved) and scanned the masses of warriors around him for the demon who had shot the arrow.
He would make sure this was the last battle they took part in.