He didn't seem to care what he said. Armas was beyond words and he turned in to jump at him again but as he cut to the left his left jaw was smashed by a hard first. If he hasn't been so enraged, he might have reacted worse, falling away but instead he jutted his head back down and took it.<br/><br/>The pain of the blow was seering through him, but it only fueled his ambitions. Armas felt his hands snatch at his arm but the scratch was a peasant's scratch compared to a real incubi fight. Bearing his fangs like an animal, he squatted his probably broken jaw and shoulders before lurching forward in counterattack. His arms moved with pristine speed and suddenly he was ramming up into him, tackling him to the ground.<br/><br/>The next part was all fists and claws. Unlike Armas, his nails were trimmed and cut but having seen Anna he seemed to have lost his human form.<br/><br/>His body was so brightly white, pale like an almost magically blue snow and his darkening wings seemed larger and more ferocious. They surged forward and back, the claws itching to tear into his new foe, but that was all. His beautifully human looking body seemed less human than ever. His teeth were an angry contrast to his mouth and he seemed so interested in tearing into his potential victim with them.<br/><br/>The length of his nails seemed to drip black like ten shiny talons of a bird and the that rail of his was sharp and flicking angrily against his foe's face and wrists till he could grasp something tightly in his hands. He was completely passed civilized and if that incubi couldn't realize this in time then he was most certainly screwed.<br/><br/>" You touch her," he growled, his voice doubling as he took on a new demonic under tone. " Your hands slide across her body and for it, I shall break all your fingers. You bled her, so I shall gorge out that pretty little throat and your eyes shall be the price for looking at her. She is mine and only mine!" He roared angrily, a strange strangled screech following behind it.<br/><br/>Lifting his body up, he suddenly smashed down on him again and his jaw was blinding him in pain then as he collided head to head. He pulled his head back and opened his mouth enough to tear at him in attempt to bite his throat. His claws were grasping for his arms with a deadly grip and his tail tried to curl around his throat. He'd kill him or surely destroy him enough until he wished for death.<br/><br/>Armas didn't bother to care or notice Anna or how she saw him - for what he really was - but any humanly thoughts were far behind him. Left with his illusioned mortal body and unholy soul... If he had one. If age really liked him, tonight was going to be a proving challenge to what she was getting into.