Nate didn’t even flinch as the bottle shattered, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two brothers. When the one right in front of him opened his red eye, Nate blinked and faltered a bit, before clenching his jaw and pressing the knife harder against the demon’s throat, lightly slicing the skin. That seemed to only egg him on, and Nate was pulled closer, his eyes narrowing as the tail wrapped around him and his collar was grabbed.<br/><br/>“Fuck this,” he growled, dropping the knife and swinging his hand at the demon, closed fist, straight to the jaw. There was the satisfying feeling of his fist connecting, snapping the demon’s head to the side. While he had a moment, he ducked down and grabbed his knife again, and then leveled the blades back at the brother’s throats. His chest was heaving slightly, breathing heavily from the rush of adrenaline he was experiencing.