Michael

"Crawford! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Michael shouted, holding onto the human's arm. Despite his small size, Michael was powerful in his own right. He was used to battling with demons, and he could hit like a horse kicked. For now, he was putting that power into holding onto Crawford and keep him from diving in for another round.

He glanced between the two of them, starting to snarl himself. If there were going to be fists thrown, damn it, he should be doing it! What the fuck was going on?

"What the fuck?!"

The lizard demon glanced upwards at Balthazar, a slow blink its answer at first. The crest folded back down against its head as it turned towards the battling human and angel. It wasn't particularly fast moving, but it was persistent. The creature's jaws opened, head darting forward with a speed most wouldn't have been thought possible with how pokey it seemed to be. The speed of it was much like a snake striking.

If Crawford didn't move, the lizard would jerk its head back, spitting what looked to be a mouthful of smoke towards Balthazar... life energy that was mean to energize the demon. Crawford wouldn't have felt the teeth sink into him, wouldn't have bled either. The only noticable thing would have been a wave of weakness or dizzinesss.

It looked eagerly up to Balthazar for whether it did good or bad.