He spoke...something about hearing the boy speaking bothered Nosdyn.

He was not sure what it was, but that something was there. Then as quickly as he spoke, the boy tossed up a fistful of sand. Nosdyn was not sure how to react as the sand landed in his face, he did not panic. Let's see where this leads... The sand danced and cascaded through the air, and landed in Nosdyn's face. He closed his eyes and instinctively began to try to wipe the sand from his eyes and face. It didn't bother him THAT much, but it did affect him enough to get distracted.

At that point the boy struck. Nosdyn flinched when the steel dagger penetrated his leg. He barely felt it as his adrenaline was already pumping out in full force. He finished clearing his eyes an looked down at the boy, well within close quarters range. He kept his weapon pointing at the downward forty-five degree angle. ...I am hesitating. I don't know why... He did not want to be seen as being weak or a coward. But killing kids and children often pissed off the wrong people. He liked it. Instead of swinging his weapon he decided on an alternate plan.

The boy plunged his dagger deep into the demon's leg. Nosdyn readied his right fist and clenched it. He suddenly swung it in a round, arcing strike towards the general direction of the boy's head. He clenched his fist as tightly as he could. He didn't intend to knock the boy out just yet, he only wanted to punch the kid. The pain felt good from the boy's stab wound. Black demonic blood poured freely from Nosdyn's injury.

Nosdyn swung his fist, hoping to connect with the side of the boy's head. Nosdyn's eyes stung from the affects of the and in his eyes, but he focused through it. The pain made him feel alive...