Dimitri's sword was actually a katana. Between the sword and his martial arts skills he was pretty damned talented. But his true power was in the shadows. They swelled, from a distance, writhing pools of tar with strange black tentacles crawling out of them, strangling many of the demons, except for at his back. As they got closer to Kane, the flames would deter his shadows. They seemed to be quite the opposite in skills. He clashed blades with Enriel, who wielded a spear. His tails lashed behind the lower demon, and he grinned with delicious malice at Enriel. "How rude," he breathed, moving him back, drawing in on the terror oozing from the miniature army.<br/><br/>Oh, he was outmatched, but he wasn't out skilled. And since he was immortal, he would just respawn in his rooms. Even if he wasn't, he had so many contingencies in play that it was pretty fucking hard to kill Dimitri. If it wasn't, he would have died a long fucking time ago. Like the first time he had pissed of Jasaiah..."You didn't even greet the new third house seat," he said, tsking under his breath. Enriel's eyes snapped up at Kane as he had unleashed his guns in a threatening gesture. Dimitri took the distraction and slashed Enriel's arm off. The demon screamed and dozens of demons that weren't being torn apart rushed Dimitraeus.<br/><br/>He hissed as several blades punctured his body, sending him to his knees. He grabbed one and tore its head off with his bare hands. Kane's threat though had them pulling away, the power emanating off of Kane subduing them as they bowed. Dimitraeus wrenched the blades out, sending black ichor down onto the ground. Enriel stared at Kane, then cursed and bowed in greeting. Then he sneered at Dimitri. "This isn't over. I will fucking end you."<br/><br/>"Right back at you sweetheart," he hissed, baring his fangs as he pulled another sword out. Great. They were poisoned. Fucker.