[i][b][color=00aeef]Nodah Listig[/color][/b][/i]

Nodah watched, as incantations spilled from Desdemona's mouth, the act both captivating and eerie. A chill ran up his spine; icy hands shuddered his shoulders. Was it no more a trick of the light, that coloured Desdemona's outline with shadows? [i]“Necessary or not, a brutal fight is always fun,”[/i] she said. And before Nodah could reply, she leapt forward with her fist drawn back.

The demon was swift, but blinding, she was not. His hand rose in little more than a blink as though to intercept her fist. But with a quick spasm of his fingers, he increased the gravity around Desdemona's clenched palm, inches between their hands. He quirked his brow at Desdemona. For a demon necromancer, throwing punches seemed the least effective course of action to take. [color=00aeef]"Have you ever played paper to stone?"[/color] he asked conversationally, and curled his fingers to illustrate the analogy, wrapping a pushing force around Desdemona's fist, crushing down briefly on her hand. 

As if he had been burned, Nodah suddenly released Desdemona from the grip of his gravity. The bone density of her fingers needed no addling with. He reached for his waist, fingers darting beneath the hem of his shirt to pluck a dagger from its sheathe. Its blade winked in the light. [i]Precautions.[/i] Her chants had been warning enough; Nodah was prepared for Desdemona to soon summon ressurected corpses and the like upon him. He wrinkled his nose. He wondered if they would be decomposing, and slick with humus.

Nodah's eyes flashed ice-blue, as he whipped out his free hand, sending a pulse that whisked towards Desdemona's abdomen. He had performed similar tricks before, and with his most intense had sent muscled men flying backwards. With the protective barrier absorbing impact upon contact, he supposed no one would be sent careening across the room, but he could be fairly sure of leaving a dull ache or perhaps even a bruise if the blow of gravity found its mark.