Only he didn't so much move as fall for while ducking out of the way of the airborne garbage can it caught him in the shoulder sending him into a tumble that deposited him unceremoniously on the ground. Not the ground proper, thankfully, as that might have hurt or broken something but into the loving arms of a well trimmed bush. His shoulder screamed at him but he snarled against the protests as he struggled to right himself.
Azriaphale!
He knew he had heard the angel's voice but seeing him here, facing off to that large... furry... whatever...
"What in the hell are you doing?! Inviting him to tea?? He doesn't want tea!"
Despite the pain it sent shooting through his shoulder, Crowley raised his arms trying to call up the fires of Hell, some sort of demonic intervention that would give that stupid foolish angel the chance to get away from the Beast, but there was nothing. No fire, not even an ember... or smoke, just nothing.
Thinking quickly he grabbed a stone off the ground, one of those usually used for edging and winged it, awkwardly and with the wrong hand, at the monster. It was a bad throw but it still managed to bounce off the werewolf's back. The monster turned and growled low in it's throat before settling into a ambush position preparing to attack the one who had just struck it.
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Only he didn't so much move as fall for while ducking out of the way of the airborne garbage can it caught him in the shoulder sending him into a tumble that deposited him unceremoniously on the ground. Not the ground proper, thankfully, as that might have hurt or broken something but into the loving arms of a well trimmed bush. His shoulder screamed at him but he snarled against the protests as he struggled to right himself.
Azriaphale!
He knew he had heard the angel's voice but seeing him here, facing off to that large... furry... whatever...
"What in the hell are you doing?! Inviting him to tea?? He doesn't want tea!"
Despite the pain it sent shooting through his shoulder, Crowley raised his arms trying to call up the fires of Hell, some sort of demonic intervention that would give that stupid foolish angel the chance to get away from the Beast, but there was nothing. No fire, not even an ember... or smoke, just nothing.
Thinking quickly he grabbed a stone off the ground, one of those usually used for edging and winged it, awkwardly and with the wrong hand, at the monster. It was a bad throw but it still managed to bounce off the werewolf's back. The monster turned and growled low in it's throat before settling into a ambush position preparing to attack the one who had just struck it.
"Get out of there!"