The 'other guy' peeked over Harry's shoulder. His arm ached from where he had been stabbed by the vicious rabbit, it might even have been bleeding but Crowley hadn't bothered to check. His eyes were on that barrel.

"You might not want to stand too close to that! It could...--"

The barrel gave a last shake and splintered into a thousand shards like a bomb had gone off. From the center of the explosion the evil ball of fluff emerged. Growling like a Pitbull it glanced towards the roof, judging the distance, but Loki was so much closer. It dived for Loki's feet, intending to sink those long teeth into his calf.