Lindarion didn't waste the opening.
He surged upward, blades reversed in both hands, one swing crashing across the demon's ribs, the other driving for their throat.
This time they didn't dodge.
They caught the strike.
The one aiming for the throat stopped mid-air in the demon's palm. Fingers closed around the golden edge, searing flesh with a hiss. Black blood sizzled, but the grip didn't falter.
Lindarion growled and pushed harder.
The demon's smile was thin, cold. "Still not aiming."
Then they twisted.
Lindarion's weapon snapped in half, clean break down the middle. Before he could pull back, the demon drove their forehead into his.
CRACK.
Stars.
His ears rang.
The world tilted.
He stumbled, but didn't fall. His divine aura flared just enough to keep him upright. "You're starting to piss me off."
"Good." The demon lifted their hand. "Now I'm not the only one."
