[ This will be unpleasant. This pretender is nowhere near as large as Uriel's true form would be relative to a human and a cat - if it were, then taking the light from it would be an insurmountable challenge in a quite literal sense - but it still has a considerable advantage in size. And assuming all of its eyes work there will be little point in trying to sneak up on it. Speed will be his greatest asset here.
Castiel leaps at the creature's back and grabs onto its wings, using its feathers as handholds to haul himself up its back. Naturally, it is less than cooperative in this endeavor. It thrashes, screaming from each of its mouths - a howl, a trumpet, a screech and an insectoid clacking, all underscored by an unearthly ringing. The furnace of mock-holy fire that serves as its central body burns hotter and hotter, scalding Castiel's hands as he struggles to keep his grip and reach towards the light as it swings by him. His fingertips brush it but don't quite reach - almost knock it into the wolf's waiting mouth, but that won't do. He won't get another chance at this, the skin of his other hand is beginning to blister from the heat and his grip is weakening so he lunges with all his strength and all but shoves his arm into the beast's toothy maw to retrieve the light.
The moment his fist closes around his prize, the creature disappears and Castiel drops, unceremoniously, to the ground. ]
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Castiel leaps at the creature's back and grabs onto its wings, using its feathers as handholds to haul himself up its back. Naturally, it is less than cooperative in this endeavor. It thrashes, screaming from each of its mouths - a howl, a trumpet, a screech and an insectoid clacking, all underscored by an unearthly ringing. The furnace of mock-holy fire that serves as its central body burns hotter and hotter, scalding Castiel's hands as he struggles to keep his grip and reach towards the light as it swings by him. His fingertips brush it but don't quite reach - almost knock it into the wolf's waiting mouth, but that won't do. He won't get another chance at this, the skin of his other hand is beginning to blister from the heat and his grip is weakening so he lunges with all his strength and all but shoves his arm into the beast's toothy maw to retrieve the light.
The moment his fist closes around his prize, the creature disappears and Castiel drops, unceremoniously, to the ground. ]