It knocked Crowley backwards and something inside his jaw cracked -- but the demon threw out a arm, using what little power he still had to keep himself on his feet as he spit out some amount of blood.

"Wonderful," the demon murmured, unbothered by the pain or the blood. "Truly, condescending and you pack a punch, you would have made an excellent demon, brutal and animalistic to the last."

And Crowley flung his arm forward -- and with the last shreds of his telekinesis still working, the iron spike was throw directly toward Magneto's throat.