The feeling of his blade biting down onto her flesh was a surge of power for him. But that moment that he took to enjoy the feeling, she hand turned and was charging him. He could not do anything to dodge that attack that was coming at him. But he could block some of it. He held up his weapon's shaft and blocked her blade, but it was such a poor block that it just forced the blade into his shoulder. He roared at the pain, his tempter taking over his action. He dropped his weapon, thinking that it would be better to use his fists and claws and teeth. The ring in his finger flaring up again, and his fist swinging for her gut.