[ point + knife ] (since demon leo has blades for wings, angel is facing down a lot of knives, also sorry if i bother you)
[ point + knife ] your muse holding mine at knife point.
Angel felt a cool breeze as a shadow was cast over him, cloaking him in a sudden swathe of darkness. He looked up to investigate this unexpected phenomenon-
And promptly tumbled to the ground with a yelp.
Something was flying over him, something that's wings clanked and scraped in an ominous clamour...
Were those fucking knives?
"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Angel exclaimed, scrambling out of the shadow of the creature. "The fuck am I lookin' at?" he muttered to himself, still inching away from the demon above him.