[Crowley lets out a short hiss of annoyance, not expecting Otoha to bounce back so quickly. But that slightly annoyed look is gone in seconds, and right as Otoha comes down, something long and metallic shoot out from the demon's sleeve into his hand and he swings, making contact with Otoha's incoming head quit roughly.]
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[TIRE IRON TO THE FACE, AW YEAH]