"Only two arrows left, don't waste them…" God reminded him.

Aziraphale watched the demon, not letting him get out of his sight.

while he watched the demon, the angel didn't notice that four bikers came behind him, each wore a different coloured suit, and each one of them meant a lot of trouble.

The angel noticed movement from Crowley as he turned around and noticed the newcomers.

'I can't let him get hurt, I've got to do something.' Aziraphale thought.

Crowley turned around to watch the angel, so far, the angel either won't shoot him or missed him and shot others in the process, which made him glad.

Now Crowley didn't know what the purpose of the bikers was in coming at him, or if they meant to do him any harm.

"I think that you missed the memo or have the wrong era here, nothing is going to happen today." Crowley told to the newcomers.

"Famous last words." War laughed at him.

Pollution was getting ready to use her power at the demon but was distracted as an arrow shot by the angel hit her dead center.

War told Pollution, "I didn't give the order to shoot you."

"I know." Pollution told her.

"Aziraphale, that was not needed, thank Heavens that you still have one arrow left." God told him and hoped that he will get the message.

Crowley smiled at the angel in gratitude, but Aziraphale, blushing furiously and not knowing what to do, flew away in haste.