He steps back, reassessing his strategy as he eyes the target and its blade. This has never happened, before. He's never been met with such resistance, the swiftness of the kill being the only bearable part. He frowns at the name, the liberties the angels are taking with this target. He hates it when they speak to him, it makes everything so much worse.
This time he strikes downwards, hoping to render the target unbalanced as he attempts to hook his legs with his own. If he can get him down, it will end quickly. It always does, once Dean is prone, once the target is prone.
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Date: 2014-04-21 04:05 am (UTC)This time he strikes downwards, hoping to render the target unbalanced as he attempts to hook his legs with his own. If he can get him down, it will end quickly. It always does, once Dean is prone, once the target is prone.