“Oh come on Shula, you are going to have to be more responsive than that!” Faelan said as he charged the beast, watching as it tried to swat at the retreating dragon. Hopping off one foot, he led both knees into the demon’s side, rolling off of it as it toppled over. Grabbing his sword with both hands as he swiftly stood, he turned, catching the demon’s back where it laid.<br/><br/>The ease at which his blade passed through the thing’s flesh actually surprised him, these types of things typically had much harder skin, yet his blade met little resistance, and a long seeping gash appeared along the demon’s back. It screamed and scrambled violently, seemingly in an effort to stand back up, and managed to with relative ease. It leaped at him with an open mouth, and he turned his claymore and flatted his hand against the blade. The demon’s mouth caught the flat of the blade, trying to clamp down but meeting the harsh metal of his blade. With a solid grip, he spun away from it, ripping the blade from its mouth.<br/><br/>He continued with his spin, and he aimed the flat of his blade towards the spot Shula had got it, the brisk metal nailing the creature with a resounding smack. It took the leg out from under the creature again, but it managed to lull one of its tongues out as it fell, catching his free arm, and throwing him off balance.