Her royal bitchyness didn't even have to lay a finger on them. And why should the all mighty Glorificus lift one dainty hand when her loyal legion of demons could do all of the work for her. The demons had Gunn, having punched him in the stomach at least ten times so that he couldn't stand up straight. It was damn humiliating being held up by demons when all Gunn wanted to do was take a nap. He wasn't ready for a dirt nap just yet though and as the only member of Angel Investigations who was still alive he was hoping to stay that way.
Gunn couldn't help it, his eyes were drawn to the ax in horror. The demons tightened their hold on him as he flinched when she came near with it. "You gotta go, man," Gunn tried to get out to Angel but he figured that his friend was just as well and truly fucked as Gunn felt at the moment.
"Beating the crap out of us ain't gonna get you back home any faster, princess," Gunn said sharply in Glory's direction. Hell God Barbie didn't look too impressed with him at the moment but Gunn didn't really care. At least if Angel could get away he could bring back help. Like a fucking tank to run this bitch over with. Gunn was no martyr, he wasn't looking to die. No. Lately all Gunn could think about was trying to live.