Exellent, simply exellent. Meats loved when his tactics worked, and this time, he had achived superb results. His swift and unwavering offense forced Auron not to just change his stance, but try to counter when it were obvious that his target had the opportunity to parry. Seems like the lad was quite startled - a warrior with enough wit to playingly put the enemy's stance to waste wouldn't try to do so in clear mind.

The moment his opponent sidestepped, Meats aborted the stab, and when Auron's sword came flying to his stomach, the demon took it onto Iginbo's grip: as it were priorly mentioned, he had a good amount of control over the sword, able to pull it into a vertical position fast enough. They clashed, a mighty tremor sent jolting through his hands, and Meats, gauging the dragonkin's strength by the power of this collision, loosened his arms' muscle, absorbing the strike's energy to keep his weapon safe and sound. Throughout the lunge, and succeeding parry, his chest was turned forwards, thus, the blade's flat now pressing against it, together with his right hand. From this position, he pushed off the parried sword with his whole body, slightly leaning towards the ground - a preparation for his riposte. Pushing off with his left foot, Meats threw it in front of himself, getting another 3 feet closer; twisting the balde, his forearms crossing, his torso suddenly threw itself backwards and twisted towards Auron, the blade following in a deadly arc aimed to its prey's chest. 

Ending his strike - given that there was nothing to answer to - the demon would switch his hands and defiantly assume the Ox stance once again.