D’Angelo’s eyes narrowed as he processed all the things going on at once. Any lesser man would have surely been intimidated by the power, speed and fury with which the Daxius moved and attacked him with. But excitement mixed with a fear was what fueled D’Angelo. It wasn’t a fear of the creature before him, but rather a fear of the unknown, the excitement for things to come.

The overpowering strength of Daxius easily grabbed hold of the dagger, which D’Angelo simply released. He was not about to get into a grappling contest with something that had claws and fangs. He might have been skilled in hand to hand combat, but he was no master, he preferred the use of his tools.

He brought his arm down, close to his side and let out a feral growl as the felines knee struck him hard, causing him to bend slightly under the pressure. D’Angelo didn’t have a choice now, he knew he would be torn apart.

As quickly as he made the decision D’Angelos eyes dilated and his body shuddered as an unnatural amount of adrenaline surged through his body. He would pay for this, he knew, perhaps even fatally. But that was a risk he was willing to take.

He actually pushed back against the demons knee, his other hand shooting forward in a knife hand strike at Dax’s throat. The speed and power with which he struck was at the brink of human capacity, his limiters were removed, the normal limitations the body placed on itself for safety had been taken away. This was the power and speed with which humans were known to do extraordinary feats with, a mother saving her child from a rolling cart, or fathers lifting whole trees to save a loved one underneath. For most it wasn’t a conscious decision, and even using that little bit proved taxing. For D’Angelo however, it was a skill mastered and a calculated risk.