Eliot had fought many opponents in life before, but never at such unbalanced odds that had him completely outmatched. His blow was swiped aside like it was a child's punch and he found himself falling before he even caught the counterattack that hit him. He was normally fast, relied on his speed and compact attacks to gain advantage over larger, stronger opponents. But what could he do when met up against someone who was larger and stronger and faster than him?

His back hit the solid ground with a whistle of air as his breath was knocked right out of his lungs. Before he could recover, roll out of the way, Sam was on him, hand to his throat -a real one this time- and keeping him down with a strength that Eliot couldn't hope to match. He couldn't even budge as he pushed up with all his might, but the demon who laid lengthwise along him was too strong and Eliot stayed where he was.

"You can go fuck yourself," he growled back, voice low and rumbling from the depths of his chest.