Hastur didn't even take notice to the other man's leave. He was focused the plants, ripping and burning any that came near him. And doing a surprisingly good job of it, too; within moments the immediate area was a charred mess, a number of small fires threatening to spread into the rest of the forest.

Under normal circumstances, he probably would have been at least mildly impressed with such tactics.

This was not one of those times.

With a low snarl, the demon looked around. He spotted Crowley on the ground, and not a second later he had closed in on him and kicked a boot at his back, shoved him down, oh that was it.

(( It's alright, no worries! ♥ ))