Form his angelic weapon.

Matt took a moment to form his angelic weapon, calling from within himself his holy weapon. It forms in his hand, a long spear with a chain that made its way up his arm. He could feel his power within it. A potent weapon indeed.

Coming out of his trance (making one's weapon makes one's gaze turn inward) he saw now the raptor demon making off with the girl and the horned-wolf chanting some spell. Easy.

Matt dove down, and before hitting the demon he cast his spear forward from his hand, its momentum unwinding the chain on his arm. The demon's eyes opened, just in time for the spear to hurtle through his defenses and split his skull in twain, turning into black blood. Matt himself carried forward, spinning quickly to pull his spear back to his grasp as he came upon the raptor.

While flying alongside them, Matt thrusting his spear between the raptor and the girl he pried her off, pulling her into his arm, before planting himself on the ground and using the raptor's momentum to impale itself on his spear, returning it to black blood.

Matt's heart raced, killing demons felt good, he never had felt to powerful and more righteous as he did now. The girl held onto him tight. Matt landed.

"You're safe now he told her."

The girl looked overwhelmed at the events (mortals typically would just ignore all the supernatural they saw, only becoming aware through repeated exposure and willpower).

"tha-thank you" she said, leaning up to give you a kiss.