Meats rejoiced as he sucessfuly finished the armbar, strengthening the advantage he had over Auron, and continued onto the shoulder lock throw. Although his palms were facing downwards, his arms unable to rotate further clockwise in this position, he still knew a way to perfrom it; and as he curled his torso inwards, he was met with the joint's resistance - a familiar, rigid force pushing against his arms - only for it to suddenly vanish the next second, overwhelmed by the tremendous power of his muscle. The dragonkin's shoulder was visibly deformed as the joint shot out of its socket, an ugly bulge showing underneath the skin, and with a pained roar, the demon's foe sunk towards the ground.
Letting go of the now limp and useless arm, he raised the dagger overhead, pointing its tip downwards, and then mercilessly plunged it through the air, aiming for the nape of Auron's neck. The flashed with an eeire blue as it passed the thin stripe of sunlight between them, as cold and ruthless as its unwavering owner - but an mere inch away, it were brought to a halt. Without a trace of doubt Meats launched this attack, and in the exact same manner he aborted it. Stepping away from his opponent, he sheathed his sidearm, and then reached out for the falchion. Wrenching it out of the tree, the demon walked even further away, turning around to face Auron around 20 feet away from him.