"And here I thought we were going to have a nice time," Rick smirked, Azazel's condescending tone dripping through. He had thought he was prepared for anything, but it still seemed that even if you think things will happen one way...they can turn out to be very different from that one frame of thought.
And really, he was prepared for the holy water to come out into play, though he should have guessed that it would be the first thing. Instead, all he got was a splash of the water on his face, and he had to make sure he didn't cry out as the sting from the first drop sent the feeling of burning all across his face, like red ants biting him without pause.
His eyes glowing yellow even more brightly, obscuring any human semblance of an eye, he growled as he was pushed back.
"Didn't expect you to start with the holy water," He said, a grin on his face despite the pain as he kneed the other boy to push him away, moving aside so that the knife only grazed his shoulder, cutting open the fabric of his shirt.
"Now that's not nice," Rick said, dancing away and bringing up the energy he needed so that he could slam Chris against the wall this time, in his own special way.