Somehow, it worked. His edge found flesh, and Damien lopped off the head of the one undead minion. Catching up with reality, Damien stopped and blinked, panting heavily. he hadn't even noticed the pain in his shoulder where Michael's arrow had hit him on the way in. The faint glow that had surrounded him a moment ago, faded away, and the pain of his shoulder wound stung him painfully, incapacitating his left arm. He heard the angel of light next to hi, and he nodded at her. "Yes angel. I don't know why I... All I want to do right now is get out of here." As Damien turned around to see Michael spawn behind Neisha, he was stabbed in the stomach. John had pulled himself together and jabbed him. Damien cried out in agony and dropped to his knees. Blood poured out of his wounds. Pure fear gripped him, and his vision began to go black.