Intention. For a Demon, intention was everything. Fear was everything, the moment, all that mattered. Nosdyn never bothered with philosophical crap, he saved that mode of thinking for inferior Demons. Nosdyn never removed his eyes from her own, and she launched the weapon at him. She moved in her full cycle of movement, but Nosdyn was already acting. Perfect of form and without hesitation. He completed the movement from his previous strike attempt, and then he did the unthinkable. Swiping his arm, he released one hand of his weapon's handle and moved his forearm in his dangerous Demon's fighting style. Those who knew what Mahell'Ogh tactics were had a right to fear them. Demons sacrificed finesse for something FAR more terrifying. Brute force.

Nosdyn suddenly swiped his arm at the pain. Pain fueled rage, rage fueled fear. And Nosdyn was fear. Instead of evading or countering the attack, Nosdyn TOOK the attack to fuel his anger further. There was a sickening sound as the pin-sharp as it was, struck Nosdyn true. It embedded itself in Nosdyn's forearm. Nosdyn was used to pain, it was all he knew. Pain. Fear. Tactical warfare. These were the crede's of a Demon. Nosdyn looked up at the girl for a long moment, only vaguely holding back. He smiled cruelly at her. It was not a kind gesture at all, but an inviting gesture. A gesture meant to entice his opponent into throwing everything she had at him. Go ahead, I can take it... Nosdyn thought to himself and then suddenly rushed forward.

Before swinging his weapon towards his companion, he suddenly swiveled around. Advantages are perceived...the reality is far, far worse. Instead of engaging his opponent, Nosdyn sought to erase her perceived tactical advantage. He suddenly slashed his through the centre of the tree bark, cutting it cleanly at a forty-five degree angel. As he did that, he proceeded to KICK the tree bark forward. Nosdyn was intending to take the tree completely out of the equation. Without her acrobatic advantage, he knew that her options would become limited. Nosdyn could feel his heavy boots strike against the tree bark and it was shoved brutally off it's base. The pain from the sharp pin that the girl had used on him only served to drive the Demon forward, push himself further. Do what NO MAN could do.

The tree began to teeter off it's base and fall at an alarmingly quick rate. He continued to stare at Lillith unafraid. His eyes locked on her own eyes, there was a certain dangerous seduction in his eyes. He clearly was not going to HARM the girl, but he was going to play her game at the very least. All though the game was on, he was certainly not going to allow HER to set the rules. Demons were the movers and the shakers, Demons manipulated from the shadows. And the world was their playground. As he swung his weapon, he never removed his eyes from her own eyes. The conflicting emotions visible in Nosdyn's eyes though it would be incredibly difficulty to even TELL what the Demon was thinking...there were times when Nosdyn himself didn't even know.