[ The threat of another faceful of sand spurs him into action. If this shitty fragment of a demon isn't going to clear out peacefully, then a fight it will be. (No complaints about that; he's hungry for it.)
He surges forward with claws bared, finding it strangely natural how easily he adapts the style he's used to for his new strength, greater speed, and improved weapons. He should have been moving like this his whole life, it's so much more effective.
There's no answer forthcoming, only a savage barrage of swipes, punches, and the occasional kick when he can gather his legs under him in time. (The sand, it turns out, is not actually ideal for this.) ]
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He surges forward with claws bared, finding it strangely natural how easily he adapts the style he's used to for his new strength, greater speed, and improved weapons. He should have been moving like this his whole life, it's so much more effective.
There's no answer forthcoming, only a savage barrage of swipes, punches, and the occasional kick when he can gather his legs under him in time. (The sand, it turns out, is not actually ideal for this.) ]