The bolts hit their mark. He stumbled back a few steps, taking the hit roughly and slammed into the wall behind him. The pain was not something that he was fond of, but he recovered from it far more quickly than most would. The next thing he knew, he felt something snaking their way up his arms and around his ankles. Once he was good and secure against the wall behind him, Sam lowered his head and began to chant under his breath in what could easily be noted as Latin. The ground shook again and, this time, the walls behind him began to shatter. The front of the house trembled and then, almost as though it would have done in the event of an earthquake, long and crooked cracks began to form along the portion of the wall that surrounded him. As the wall continued to break, the demon mustered up all the strength he could manage and began to tear free from the vines that had bound him.
Ripping them from his body, the demon stepped away from the wall and lifted a hand into the air. Then the wall tore free from the front of the house, the sound of it breaking rapidly filling the air, and hovered just over his head. "Hey, Willow," the demon kept his hand raised upward, right along with the large chunk of plaster and wood suspended in the air, "Catch."
Then he yanked his arm back in a way that probably would have reminded one of someone pitching a ball and thrusted his arm forward. The wall began to fly through the air, flipping over and over as it steadily soared toward Willow.