The demon over extended himself, stumbling slightly when his taloned hand met with only air. This allowed for the foot directed at his head to glance off his shoulder, driving him back somewhat, with a harsh growl of anger. Pesky human was starting to get annoying.<br/><br/>"Slowness is often mistaken for weakness..pitiful mortal." The demon spun into action, first throwing his left hand -fisted- towards the human's gut, then bringing his right -talons drawn- towards his sword arm.