The group of Lesser Demons was completely unaware of Castiel and Bruha's presence. They were caught off guard when one of their own suddenly dropped to the ground, head rolling a few feet away, severed cleanly by the sheer force of Castiel's punch.
For a moment, they froze, eyes glued to the lifeless body of their companion. Anxiety took root, twisting in their stomachs. But before any of them could fully react or even figure out what had just happened, Castiel moved again, cutting through the air like a force of nature.
In just a few seconds, they were all down—five Lesser Demons in five seconds. Each one met a brutal fate at his hands, and not a single one had the time to process it.
Bruha stood there, watching in disbelief. She couldn't comprehend what had just happened, or how Castiel could move with such devastating power.
"He's so strong..." she thought to herself, trying to wrap her mind around it. "I'm glad he forgave me and accepted me."
