Even with one arm, Samael threw the bodies like a baseball. Avoiding and sidestepping, he could barely make out where the demon was. A sound, like a sonic boom, erupted and a figure rocketed to the current King of Hell. His sword, large and wide, held in the air as it glowed bright. The corpse flinging stopped and Adam was able to see who it was.
Letting out a smile, he saw his brother fighting the enemy once more. Still bloodied and scarred, there were nothing, but the cold stern glare Michael held. Hood flung back, revealed his orange hair and hazel eyes with a set frown. Adam looked over to Eve to see the arrows had pierced her, one in the left arm, the other on the left shoulder.
'She aimed it in the same area,' he couldn't fight the breathless laugh as he rushed to her.
"Eve," he called out and reached for her.
