The sword slapped the cloaked monk with bone shattering strength, much to popinjay's surprise. Instantly the surface it touched turned into a stripe of blue flame, consuming the creature, exposing ribs and shoulder blades. Simultaneously the window below the flight of stairs and the door to the roof were blown open, the heavy hatch crushing the flaming cultist. At one end of the landing appeared Va'Ul, axe spinning, on the other dropped three SWAT point men, weapons ready. More cultists flashed past the windows, climbing on the roof to intercept the rest of the SWAT team. The inside of the White House was now overwhelmed by them, even though there was no open battle - just short bursts of gunfire ending in a thud of one body, throat slit, falling on the floor.