Another punch landed on his face as he landed on the sharp edge of the wooden stake. An agonizing scream ripped through his chest as he immediately pulled the sharp piece out of his chest. But before he could stand another kick sent him flying onto the ground.

"Is this all you got, huh?" Michael grinned as he flexed his arms and cracked his knuckles before he rotated his neck to get rid of strain.

Draven smirked as he spits blood out of his mouth while he pressed onto his bloody chest.

"Still revolving around Lucifer's pinky finger, I see," this was enough for Michael to land another sharp blow...