Demon!Eliot - Booth
"Is that the line they train you in those classes to use?" It seemed to be the phrase of choice when it came to these good guys, always a threat about how they were going to make them leave. Maybe they might win one or two back in this battle, but Lucian wasn't going to be one of them. He wasn't going back down there when up here still held so much promise to exploit. "I'm finding myself a little overwhelmed hearing it."
He sneered as Booth touched the spot where the blow had landed. "Sorry. That hurt?" he asked dryly. "My bad." It was going to be a walk in comparison to what he was going to be feeling later. He threw up an arm to block the shot thrown his way, taking the hits as they came. Don't block. The thought interrupted his own internal defensive monologue about the time another hit was thrown at him.
Lucian's head snapped to the side as a faint laugh echoed through the back of his mind. Rhythm thrown off, he took another hit and stumbled back. Fuck off, Spencer. Regaining his balance, Lucian stepped up again, throwing a combination before driving his knee up towards Booth's solar plexus.