Meats had indeed forgot that he were fighting no mere human, but a dragonkin, and now, that this had robbed him of a strike when victory was so close, he wouldn't let that happen anymore. Suprisingly, the same could be said about his opponent as well, the demon's sword piercing Auron's wing and pinning him to the tree behind. Iginbo sunk deep into its wood, nothing but a thin membrane between the pine and sword, denying Meats the opportunity to slash again. However, that didn't bother him in the slightest, his next attack already barreling towards the trapped dragonkin's face.

The moment he saw Auron drop towards the ground and out of the stab's way, another course of action had sprung into his mind: throwing only part of the gained momentum to impale his opponent's wing, Meats shifted it downwards and slung his right knee with all his might. The falchion's grip could now support his weight, allowing him more freedom in movement, so he didn't hesitate, and put all the force he could muster behind this uprising slam, targeting the jaw in a reckless hit-or-miss strike. His calm calculativeness were now slowly giving into to the mischievous flame which called to wreck havoc and wicked doom in battle. It left his mind on the verge of a crazed, mind-numbing rage, fed by tossing his foe with the might of a roaring wave, feeling the impact echo through his body. It was [b][i]POWER[/b][/i] aching to be released and that excited him immensly. Starting from this point, the battle would either near its end, Auron's minute weakness bringing him defeat, or rapidly escalate, the dragonkin retaliating and rising to fight the furious Meats.

Meanwhile, he would be in quite the clinch - at such a close distance, the Dragon Claw would be a sword to unwieldy and long to strike or defend with properly, while the punctured wing would cut down his chances of a succesful dodge. Even his ability to control and summon fire would be of no use here - severe burns would do nothing to stop the demon, who were impervious to pain. Meats had gained an advatage, and he would press on with it until the opponent were crushed.