Her attacks barely registered at that point, they connected.

He did not resist at all but they did inflict damage...he just barely felt it at that point, his mind didn't connect he was being attacked. He was so used to pain by that point.

Too many battles...

Too many personal losses...

He looked at the girl for a moment. He nodded at her and licked his lips for a moment. "That felt...like there was lack of intent." The aged demon said at that point. He walked closer towards her, lumbering almost, walking painfully slowly. He would take his time with her. Memories of the past surfaced as he fought the girl, memories were a funny thing. "You remind me of someone...from a long time ago." He said to her, it was a compliment.

"The weapon you use...don't see very many people using the likeness of it. Adjust your stance a little, tighten it." He said to her calmly, his old instructor's habits were kicking in. He'd trained an entire generation of N'Jal's followers virtually by himself. Of his own accord, to impress his master. "Your weapon should be no different than the lover your take to your bed every night." Nosdyn said to her. He was well within striking distance at that point, paused only a moment as memories of the past surface. His life, his long and war-scarred life.

He concentrated on intent to harm.

Demons, no, his people were always at odds with the physical world of Althanas.

He swung his weapon, iron mace, at her midsection. There was no elegance in the strike only a practiced technique of one of N'Jal's most skilled followers. He was testing how serious the girl was in the battle, how serious her intent to harm the demon was he swung his weapon at her. His intent was clear...it was to maim and eventually kill. He knew how the world of men functioned...if you could not handle pain you were destined to fail.

Life was full of misery and loss.

Nosdyn was counting the second of his attack in his head as he waited to see her reaction to his assault.