There was no warning - none - but Sam had been born ready. That said, it was easier to let it come, and once he was down, it was easier to let him think he'd won.
Sam let the whole weight and power of the man slam into him, and as he was thrown onto his back, winded, all he did was place both of his hands against Eliot's arm and wrist, holding tight, applying as much pressure as humanly possible to try and push him off.
But Sam wasn't human; not any more. He wasn't even just as powerful as the weakest demon; Sam was favored, and he was strong.
He needed to breathe, so he wouldn't play possum for long. Just long enough to let Eliot wonder what he was going to do next, and implicate his escape plan.
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Sam let the whole weight and power of the man slam into him, and as he was thrown onto his back, winded, all he did was place both of his hands against Eliot's arm and wrist, holding tight, applying as much pressure as humanly possible to try and push him off.
But Sam wasn't human; not any more. He wasn't even just as powerful as the weakest demon; Sam was favored, and he was strong.
He needed to breathe, so he wouldn't play possum for long. Just long enough to let Eliot wonder what he was going to do next, and implicate his escape plan.