Wail? Battle-cry? Whatever it was that escaped the mouth of Finrod filled him with vigor as he ran and leaped forward, greatly burning the Mana within him to keep up.
He appeared atop the demon who also was up in the air. It didn't expect the elf to take on such a bold close attack, so many things could go wrong on his part that would be the end of him.
The demon wore a face of uncertainty and worry, the elf exuded too much confidence, it was scary, but it quickly put itself to work, bringing up its tough arms in resistance.
Finrod clenched his sword's hilt with all he had and then he swung it down, his weight further empowering the force of the blow.
The demon was quick, even in such an unexpected shortly timed scenario, it moved. It brought up its hands and clasped the swords by its sides just before it could hit its torso.
