
Cyrael applied more pressure on the foot which he was trying to kill the demon boy with. Then the woman came out of her hiding place, looking less than amused.
Cyrael snorted and gave a stinging look towards the woman but rather than running up to her, he concentrated on the battle he had already started. Suddenly, pain shot up his right leg. He swore from between his teeth and pounced a few feet back, grunting. The back of his knee was bleeding. The chain mail beneath the blessed metal plating had given up against the demonic weapon.
Cyrael took a deep breath and cut off the path of the pain, not letting it into his head. Cyrael was used to getting wounded, so he had no real problem going on fighting, as no tendons or bones had been destroyed. The muscle was pretty powerless, though, but he could still walk and jump carefully, as his left leg was alright.
Cyrael tapped his sword's pommel with his left hand's index finger and the middle finger.
"Prinz Siegfried, verleihen mich ihre stärke!"*
Cyrael's blade started glowing bright blue.
"Sturmsöhr aufschlitzen!"* Cyrael shouted and raised his blade towards the sky. The wind started to twirl around and Cyrael slashed at the boy. The wind followed the blade's direction and formed a small tornado. The tornado seemed to appear from mid-air, and instead of moving heightways, it was moving lengthways. It moved towards the demon boy like an arrow.
After the attack Cyrael turned to face the woman. The wind slash would keep the boy occupied for a moment.
Cyrael took a step forward and threw a question at the woman.
"What are you?"
After the question Cyrael gripped his blade better, to show the woman that he would not hesitate to strike.
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