With all that he had, his being was formed into rage. His aura if seen would be black and flared kike a dark embered fire. His eyes watchful as he lifted an arm poised to guard before it touched the blade with a screach. The Slayer gripped the blade and pushed it off, the fire searing his hand. Pain was felt but it did not register as he jumped back into a predatoral lunge, the burned hand ached and peeled like mache till a thin layer was missing from his hand. He gritted his teeth as one would do to a burn, cried out beforeflipping the blade to hit with ease, aiming to open the Enigma's arm.