The man had nearly become an entirely new, twisted being by the time he zoomed through most of the projectiles, cutting down the rest with his burning blade. His energy seemed to be getting even stronger, though she noticed a slight variation in his essence flow. He stopped mid-way and sent back an exact number of fireballs back at her, the flames coursing along with the laughter in the air.

But before any of them came reached her, Anelle's body was blocked off by the large wall that erupted before her, the flames crashing against the side. The wall remained their, and she called out to him, "Is that all you got? Your flames won't be enough to crack this earth, let's see what that sword of yours can do."

If she wasn't so experienced, maybe his raw strength would've proved enough to break through. His demonic appearance was getting to a point where even a Soul Harvester would consider him an actual demon, despite his unusual radiance. She wondered how far he would slip before he would burn out. This was more than just a simple physical examination, it was also a mental one. What was the use of a glass cannon? If he was pushed to the limit, would only his will be enough to fight the urge to kill? 

It was also because of her commanding position that turned this into an personal analyze of any weaknesses he may possess... when things did go the wrong way.