Sam doesn't spare a glance behind him, being far too occupied with what's going on in front of him. Two demons down and dead, but the other two are only temporarily downed by the table--
--which, Sam notices, has sent them sprawling into the middle of the spell pattern on the floor.
He snatches up the fallen black cloth that had once covered the table the Scythe had lain on, grabs one of the burning candles from the iron stands around the sides of the room, and strides forward.
The cloth ignites with a whoosh as Sam throws both it and the candle into the center of the marked spell-- and as it lands, the pattern explodes into lines of flame.
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Sam doesn't spare a glance behind him, being far too occupied with what's going on in front of him. Two demons down and dead, but the other two are only temporarily downed by the table--
--which, Sam notices, has sent them sprawling into the middle of the spell pattern on the floor.
He snatches up the fallen black cloth that had once covered the table the Scythe had lain on, grabs one of the burning candles from the iron stands around the sides of the room, and strides forward.
The cloth ignites with a whoosh as Sam throws both it and the candle into the center of the marked spell-- and as it lands, the pattern explodes into lines of flame.