[His blade extends into a longer sword-like weapon in the nick of time; he's meeting Crowley with all the strength he can muster -- it's like an awkward game of sword tug of war for a moment. He's the one to dip back first, dip and lunge forward, making a swipe at his tum tum.
He'd have tried something more subtle if he thought he had enough time to be picky.]
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He'd have tried something more subtle if he thought he had enough time to be picky.]