Oliver rushed to meet Jason head on. His energy swirled around him, dispersing any flames that got too close to him. As soon as he got within range, Oliver swung his sword in a diagonal arc across Jason's torso.
"Spared me." He said sarcastically. "I guess that's your term for getting beaten by a toddler."
Meanwhile, Gaz was busy nimbly dodging Lucifer's attacks, though only barely. He squealed a bit as a particularly close swing sliced through a part of his coat. Thinking it through, he held up a finger and said "One minute." before rushing inside a sports equipment store nearby. A moment later, the windows shattered as Gaz dragged out a crate of soccer balls behind him. He threw one up in the air, and kicked it straight for Lucifer's face, giving it a massive electrical charge so that it would explode as soon as it made contact.