'Lincoln' swung his massive axe, pressing forward step by step. Another demon hunter failed to dodge in time, and the axe's wind clipped his calf, sending blood pouring out.
'Hilton' was also crazedly chasing down and attacking the others, throwing the venue into chaos.
Dean spat, then charged forward. Instead of firing his gun, he lunged straight at 'Hilton.'
He twisted aside to evade a swing, his left hand shooting out to seize the wax figure's attacking arm. A faint power of angels gathered in his right fist as he smashed it hard into the elbow joint!
Crack!
The crisp sound of breaking came from within.
The Hilton wax figure's arm drooped at an unnatural angle, and its movements immediately slowed.
"Sam, the core's in the neck!" Dean shouted, kicking Hilton away as it tried to get back up.
Sam's gaze sharpened as he instantly locked onto the red fire axe case in the corner.
He rushed over, smashed the glass with one punch, and pulled out the heavy fire axe. Turning around, he drove force from his waist, the muscles in his arms bulging as he hurled the axe like a javelin.
Whoosh—!
The fire axe spun at high speed, slicing through the air with unstoppable momentum before burying itself with pinpoint precision in the joint connecting the Lincoln wax figure's neck!
Thud! Crack—!
A dull impact was followed by the distinct sound of wood snapping.
The wax figure's head jerked sharply to one side, held on by only a few fibers. The shadowy giant axe instantly dispersed.
The wax figure stopped moving completely, frozen where it stood.
Dean did the same on his end. Using the power of angels to enhance his explosive strength, he forcibly twisted the 'Hilton' wax figure's head off its neck.
The battle stopped.