Morgan let out an exaspaated sigh and ran after his brothers. Sometimes he really had little clue as to what was going on. But he knew enough to know what a Watcher was, and if Uthriel was after her, then it was high time he got moving.
Asmodeus watched as Caspar nailed the dragon's tail to the ground, watching from the shadows. Uthriel was a forward, head-on type opponent. He prided himself on his brute force and strength, but was a terrible strategist. And then he watched as Morgan showed up on the scene. What happened next was one of Morgan's more impressive displays of strength.
Morgan vaulted over the women, placing hmself between the females and the demon. He placed his hands together, flat, as if he was praying. The dragon roared, unleashing a wave of rancid, poisonous ash from his mouth. And then the wave stopped, right before it reached the fallen angel. It was frozen, and the air around them suddenly grew very cold. Morgan grinned, and lept forward. He placed both hands on Uthriel's head, palms downward, and the dragon clawed at him. But the angel danced out of the way and watched his handiwork as the dragon slowly froze from the inside out.
Asmodeus grinned, and dove straight downward, driving a shadow straight through him, causing him to split and crack apart, shattering. The demon landed next to Morgan and yawned. "You know, I really thought that would be a lot harder. Old lizard is losing his touch. He wascused on the Watchers that he didn't botherworrying about us."
Morgan grimaced and then clocked As in the side of the face. "Shut up, As."