He rolled to his feet, the assassin switchblade flicking out as his wrist snapped out, a spell forming in the other hand. "Last chance, back off Tanar'ri, or that stone I know you still have will be given to a temple for their own amusement."<br/><br/>He dropped into a combat crouch, idly going over what little he knew of succubus, which was damn little. They drained souls through physical contact, though sex was the preferred method for them, but he couldn't remember anything else off the top of his head. Of course, the eyeful he was getting of her implied she was not a physical combatant, more of a spy or sleeper than a basher, but he had a hunch she would kill him just as dead if he let her. He gathered his anger about him like a cloak, and then kicked the fire at her. Even a demon, immune to fire, would have to protect their eyes to prevent soot and flaming bits of wood from getting it. The distorted shadows it caused, however, would be much more interesting to fight in, at least for him. He still didn't have a good grasp on the true shadow arts, but he bet he could do well enough to last this fight.