Aziraphale drew in a hissed breath as he watched Crowley collapse to his knees. He'd been right! Crowley had been coerced, and the poor thing defied Beelzebub to save him then and healed his neck and -
He was now covered with Crowley's blood, and it was burning his skin. Reacting purely on instincts and ignoring any point Beelzebub was attempting to make with this, he kicked Beelzebub's wrist away from his sword, and, grabbing it, wrenched out of Crowley and thrust it into Beelzebub's chest, being sure to duck to the side to avoid getting countered as Michael had taught him.
Beelzebub stabbed (that was easy, there must be something wrong here), he began trying to heal Crowley. "Crowley! Crowley dear, can you hear me?!"
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Date: Friday, 25 June 2010 02:38 (UTC)He was now covered with Crowley's blood, and it was burning his skin. Reacting purely on instincts and ignoring any point Beelzebub was attempting to make with this, he kicked Beelzebub's wrist away from his sword, and, grabbing it, wrenched out of Crowley and thrust it into Beelzebub's chest, being sure to duck to the side to avoid getting countered as Michael had taught him.
Beelzebub stabbed (that was easy, there must be something wrong here), he began trying to heal Crowley. "Crowley! Crowley dear, can you hear me?!"