With a grin, Baileigh grabbed a wooden stake out of a backpack, twirled it in her hand and handed it to him. "Just make sure you hit the heart," she chirped, grabbing a well worn crucifix and motioning him closer so she could slip it around his neck. "I got a few ampules of holy water, too, you might want to stick a few in your pockets. Won't kill them, but they'll damn sure make them let you go!"