Having observed the great conflicts of history Crowley stood back, content to observe this one too. Shame if the rabbit had to die really... but it was rabid, or mad, or possessed with an otherworldly evil... Rabbits didn't usually go for blood like that!

Harry, this time I do mean the rabbit, shook his head as he recovered from the force push but he was no ordinary rabbit. The gleam of Loki's daggers didn't dissuade him for more than a second before his claws grew three times in size and the battle was on. Using his claws like swords the bunny attacked with a vengeance, slashing right, then left, as he tried to impale whatever got in the way of his attack.