If Tomas believed taking on Shax would be as easy as grabbing a branch and kicking her, he had another thing coming. Mostly because while he'd had his years of training, the Demoness had been fighting for her life since she was an infant in a world more hostile than this one, and had a good few centuries on him. His leap hardly went unnoticed, giving her more than ample time to move her sword from her shoulder across in front of herself, the foot wide blade, held by such powerful hands, taking the kicks without so much as a dent. The impact slowed Shax's momentum considerably, quickly bringing her charge to a stop, but the Demoness wasn't trying to move forwards anymore. After all, Tomas was now right there in front of her.

Bellowing with deep laughter she thrust her left elbow at the man's head, releasing her immense sword with the hand in the process, though her remaining hand kept it clutched tightly.