It wasn’t much of a battle after the things wings were bound. Its morale plummeted once it couldn’t use a main concept of his battle strategies. She could see when the switch was flipped. It began to grow frantic, its attacks sporadic. It lashed at her at every chance it got, no tactics or strategy behind it. In one way, this was better for her. She could taunt out attacks and strike when they were vulnerable. In another way, it was dangerous. A cornered animal will fight with everything they had to flee and that was exactly what she was currently dealing with. 

She jumped back as the creature slashed at her with its claws, ducking under another swipe as she brought her blade in and dug it into its side and slashed it across its ribs. The devil hissed out and whirled, bringing its spiked tail up and at her. She sidestepped it and bright her blade up in a sweep, slicing across the tail. The devil cried out as blood splattered from the gash. She took the chance to dive in close, bringing her blade up in a vicious slash across its abdomen. It wasn’t as deep as she liked and had to back away as the creature slashed at her with its claws. At this point, it was bleeding from multiple locations and its movements were beginning to slow. 

She stepped around the thing, throwing her hand out and releasing a low whistle. Arlocke let loose a long line of silk that grabbed a hold of the devil’s wrist. She gave it a tug as she planted her foot directly between the creature’s shoulder blades. She heard a pop as she dislocated that arm and the creature thrashed under her. She kicked it to the ground before slicing through the silk, severing it. She stalked around the creature as it tried to get back on its feet. Whenever it looked like it might actually succeed in getting off the ground, she sent another kick to it and forced it once more to the floor. She could end this swiftly or she could let it bleed out. She wasn’t sure which she favored more. It had killed the girl she had set free and in a way, that bothered Serphia. She had gone through all that trouble to rescue the girl and he ruined it all with a snap of her neck. Then again, she had to go find that stupid wizard. She had told him to stay by her side but the moment trouble arose, he fled like a coward. She should leave him. Let him die in the damn town. She gave him one rule. One! And yet, she found herself sighing in frustration as she dragged her hand along her face. She had to go get the idiot. She looked down at the dying devil with a frown. First, she needed to handle this thing. 

She circled it like a vulture watching a dying deer. Her face was serious and stern as she stepped around it. “Return back to the fires of hell.” She said as she finally stepped up to it. She grabbed the spines on the back of its head and gave it a quick twist. A loud crack sounded as the creature’s neck snapped under the pressure and it dropped to the ground in a heap. She allowed Arloke to drop down from her shoulder and feed from the creature as she went about the room, looking for anything useful. She pulled open the wardrobe and found women’s clothing. She began pulling the outfits out, one at a time before throwing them to the ground behind her. These wouldn’t be useful in a battle. She needed something better. 

She pulled out one outfit that looked to be made of a shimmering fabric and was rather narrow. She allowed an eyebrow to raise as she looked at the dress in her hands. If this was as snug on her as it looked, this would do. After some modifications of course. She pulled her tunic off and slid the dress down over her head. It was just as snug as she had hoped. She smiled lightly as she brought the dagger up, cutting the dress short just above her bellybutton. Then she cut the skirt short as well, just barely at midthigh. The skirt kept trying to slip a little further down her butt than she would have liked so she dug through the wardrobe again until she pulled out a sash. She made a slit through the skirt in a few places then threaded the sash through. She tied it tightly around her waist and was pleased to see that it didn’t want to slide around anymore. It stayed snuggly in place on her waist. She strapped her dagger’s belt on as well before sheathing the blade. 

By the time she was done making her new outfit, Arloke was finishing up with the devil. He pulled his fangs out from the creature’s side and got to work on cleaning himself as she turned to him again. “Alright,” she said as she held her hand out for him. He jumped onto her arm and moved along her form until he settled on her back in his usual position. “Let’s go find that fool.” She left the bedroom for the second time that day, snatching up the sword that was left behind earlier. She would go find Mal and then rip him a new one for fleeing like a damn coward.