Adel would approach his now sliced off arm, grabbing it and positioning it to where the stump was made. His body would react by causing something to bite into the arm and pull it in, reconnecting any bones that were cut off, repairing any tendons made by secreting the venom he wields as a weapon. His body was drenched, having Adel to take off his shirt so he wouldn't be weighed down, as he rotates his shoulder blade to make sure his arm is properly fit into place. The man merely stared towards the Demon, a stance prepared to combat the creature. The demon's only response was to dive down once more, with Adel anticipating his attack. He'd keep an eye out towards the silhouette, before it would disappear, allowing him to make a mental image for himself on where the creature was coming from. His mind was at ease, his body was steady. He was ready.
When the creature attempted to lunge upward, Adel would anticipate it, jumping high so as to maintain some distance, before swiping one of his arms down to slice at its upper jaw, creating a large gash in it and damaging the monster outright. When the wound was casted, Focalor would retaliate, an attack that Adel was not prepared for, as it would see something that was bubbling in its mouth. Water. It prepared this attack and blasted it towards the Snake Serpent, a beam of water that forced him to bend slightly to barely evade the attack, grazing at his skin, creating a deep cut from his chest, seeing the attack blast through solid stone and through the sand that entombed the school, cutting straight through a few clouds when the attack was made. The sand quickly piled itself and flooded the area once the blast was done, with Focalor diving deep down into the water, allowing Adel to be buried alive amidst the sand, most likely cutting off any air as the sands fell down, making a makeshift patch to the hole made.
The grains of sand snuffed out the light he needed. All the man could see was Darkness, if he even could. His mouth was closed, and he dared not try to breathe, though it doesn't stop the sand from entering his nose, trying to remain calm and silent to figure out what to do next. Most of his spells relied itself upon disrupting the likes of magic. No flashy blasts of light, nor big explosions. A magic that could befit for an assassin above anything else. He ponders at exactly what to do in regards to this situation, at what he could try to do in order to fight back. The monster would most likely still be in the water, anticipating his plan and striking him back into the sand once more. With its liquid-like body, it would even prove itself to be harder to try and attempt to face off such a creature in a head-on collision. His options ran low. His body was not handling the damages well, and his energy is starting to run thin. The man pondered more and more, trying to find an answer to this predicament.
When he believed that all hope seemed lost, he'd recall the fight he had against the two kids, where it had the snake use the water as a boost to push himself forward. When he did, as if a miracle of God has came down towards him, he'd find it. The solution.
Meanwhile, the Demon would indeed be resting itself amidst the sands. It was planning an all out assault through thrashing the walls, spewing water in its cracks, letting it be held steady. It also circled itself around the base of the sand, allowing the water to pile up more and more, slowly creating a wall of said water, mainly to slow the man so that it could have one clean shot. The sand rumbled itself as the attack was being prepared, a blast of sand ruptured outwards, showcasing a body part that tried to reach out. Focalor angled the wall's cracks so that when it fired its stream of water, it would use the cracks to travel and hit Adel at multiple angles. Scattered? Yes, but it is more coverage, meaning more places he would need to dodge. What Focalor didn't expect from this, however, was the part in question: An Arm, reptilian in nature, with an open slit acting as a mouth, and a snake that peered out from that slit, being bulky in nature. That snake would cough out and shoot the sand itself, clouding the area, blocking off any visuals regarding where he was, causing Focalor to keep blasting in the hopes he would be hit. This was the miracle that Adel needed.
"I'm sorry 'bout that, Boros, but you gotta admit...You're a lifesaver."
Adel would land a hefty blow, closing his hand after the snake launched the attack, balling it into a fist, before socking the Demon straight in the face, right where the wound was, splitting the gash even further, and knocking the demon across the halls, brutally slammed into a wall, sustaining more damage than normal. The demon became clear when it understood what happened: A Makeshift smokescreen. When the man exited such a constructed escape, more details became visible: His skin now growing scales, his mouth being as jagged as a snakes, with fangs acting as his fingernails. Any sign that he was bleeding now looked green instead of red, His eyes glowing bright green, and looking more animalistic than usual. Lastly, his very feet became that of talons, as if he was a human dinosaur. The man growled softly, staring towards his opponent. "What do you think? Snazzy look, ain't it? This is what happens when I get really into these types of fights. Fights that makes me push myself beyond anything else. Fights that make me feel alive! I'll admit, your caster's probably the luckiest so far, having you by his side, but now with this?" He'd pause himself, taking a massive deep breath after being buried within the sand for what felt like an hour, exhaling loudly as he took in the air.
".....Yeah....I feel like I could beat you now. Let's finish this, Demon."
The Demon would indeed respond, a guttural roar, to Adel's statement. It gets off of the walls, preparing for one more attack, thinking it has bought enough time. It just hopes the kids found the anti-venom soon.