Shula could immediately feel the disruption within her but she was smiling nonetheless. She licked her lips, smoke billowing it’s self from her lips as she said, “I can’t promise a lack of fire.” She said, noticing that she was even having trouble with her primordial magic. “And you might not want to keep the sword in its sleeve.”<br/><br/>The demon didn’t waste any time getting started. She was the first to lunge, her body tensing much like a cat’s before it pounced. The fight was hardly far from fair and she knew it. The man was armed with probably years of training beneath his belt and the only thing the demon had on her side was pure strength and fire. Time with the facility had Shula knowing that they were already being watched by other hunters and she could guess that this wasn’t a part of their protocol. Then there was the biggest unbalance of them all; the bond. Even when he let up on his dominating position Faelan still couldn’t be fatally wounded by the demon. She couldn’t go for killing blows.<br/><br/>Even then the demon seemed satisfied when given the opportunity to cause bodily harm.