[s]The poor fellow really did fall for the same trick twice. Dodging, the lizard leapt to Rauchnaut's right (the left side obviously out of question, as that was where the latter portion of the sword's trajectory lied), as if he had completely forgot about the vicous false edge strike narrowly evaded less than even half a second ago. 

The demon's strike was even faster than before this time, catching Max mid-air: cross-stepping, he brought the right foot over the leading left and towards Max, this movement both bringing him closer and twisting his hips clockwise; in cojunction with his footwork went a clockwose torso twist, empowering his swing further. At first, Rauchnaut's arms were extended and lowered, but as the follow up attack were executed, he brought his elbows to his sides and bent his arms, the crossguard ending up just above the right shoulder. Together, these movements conveyed the sword a hooking motion, cleaving at Max's spine from behind.

The sword had barely landed when Rauchnaut was ready with his first attack, and with a second to spare, this lightning fast attack, that could be performed in a blink of the eye even by a human warrior, would be over by the time the net activated.[/s]

Ensnared by roots and slowed by the net, Rauchnaut still held his ground, feet parted wide and whole body tensed, the great power of his artficial muscle shrugging off the attempts to topple and pull him to the ground. While the demon felt weak, he weren't going to show any signs of fear, assuming a plow stance with the tip of the sword raised to Max's throat level.