D’Angelo raised a brow as Daxius went up swinging his hook around again. The weapon while effective in certain situations was far to telegraphed to strike D’Angelo with its current use. He snorted and ducked down as he dashed forward, letting the weapon swing harmlessly overhead. 

He came in then, dashing forward, his short sword picking off one of the daggers while the other scored a hit. His leather protection did little but cause the dagger to slide into his leg at an angle slicing deep but not sticking as he came forward with a flurry of movement, he could feel the warm blood being soaked by his clothes and running down his leg.

D’Angelo closed the distance quickly, his longsword slashing out at the hilt of his opponent’s weapon. He assumed it wouldn’t do any damage, but if his opponent tried to grab it he would have to face the threat of having a finger severed or mangled. If he managed to prevent the cat-demon from grabbing his weapon he would continue to press, ready to bring his weapons to bare on the creature, full prepared for the swinging weapon to come back around.