The satisfying CRACK of the man's nose breaking sent a shiver of delight down the Demoness' spine, the sight of blood pouring down his face so very amusing to the twisted creature. As he spluttered from the blood leaking down into his mouth a few droplets sprayed onto Shax, bringing a momentary pause as she pulled in her free hand and wiped the stain of red from her armour, bringing it to her lips and licking it away with her unusually long tongue. A low growl emanated from her throat, one that sounded more pleasurable than it did hateful, and suddenly her gaze was focused intently upon Tomas once again with a ferocity he'd probably never seen in the eyes of his past enemies.

"YES, ME!" The Demoness laughed joyously, hefting her sword before swinging it around in a wide horizontal slash, using just the one hand. Even if the blade didn't cut through the man like tissue as it would most normal people the heavy impacting blunt force would no doubt send him flying, and possibly damage his insides. That is, if it even hit in the first place.