The look that came over her as he was tasting her blood was its own prize. He saw rage in the look, but it did not mean anything to him. The taste of her blood could not be fully explained with words. But it was almost like having pure rage, lust, and even power roll over his tongue and down his throat. He had to fight to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of there sockets because of the pleasure of the taste. He knew now, that he was going to make good on his comment. He would taste her blood many more times, and it would be by force.<br/><br/>He looked at her bared fangs, and the only response that happened was something inside of him was rising to the challenge that seemed to come for the bared fangs. He saw her drop her weapon, and he did the same. He might be a power hungry demon, but he was also going to fight on even ground to prove to her that she was lower then him. The sound of both of there weapons hitting the ground was like ringing of two very different bells, and the walls seemed to make the sounds even louder then they should have been. He watched her as some parts of her started to change. The transformation that came from her now was something out of the old tales in hell. The things that where lost in hell's lore and tales. But the demon standing right there in front of him was really something out of one of those tells. He had to beat her now, not only would he move up the power ladder, but he would also be known for doing her in. He took a quick look over her, but even before he could get half a look at her, she darted at him. He tried to sidestep her attack, but she was far to quick for him. His body reacted out of the instinct to block the attack. His skin hardened even more then what it was before. But he was not down on all fours as he should have been, and his belly was soft flesh still. And that is right where her attack landed.<br/><br/>The hot pain of her talons digging deep down into his flesh raked through his body, and a roar left his mouth. It was not a sound of pain, but a sound of rage. He moved as fast as he could, and made both of his hands into one huge fist, and drove it down at her back right at the joints of her wings. Maybe if he hit them hard enough, they would shatter and he wings would not allow her to move as fast.