The Lumyian was grazed on the chest a bit, even if barely, there was a bit of blood running out of the flesh wound. 
"You slag!" his voice somewhat deepened and contorted slightly as his shadow seemed to blame up a bit. The very air seemed warmer.

"Obey my command!" From his shadow rose a bestial creature that could only be described as a demon,curved horns protruded from it's head, curling upward, the very horns ebony shaded, yet scorched, as if the being forever burned ever more. The structure was quite masculine and large, it's large yellow eyes glaring at the one who attacked his summoner.

Before the attacker knew it, ebony claw held the blade of the scythe, a flaming claws nearing his chest, should he let go of the scythe, he may avoid a fatal blow. Should he stand his ground, he may be at a loss of his blood, it gushing from the razors of a lashing motion.