The killer had gone berserk and rapidly closed the distance, its insane instincts piloting its body more immediately than its mind. All the same, it wouldn't make life so easy as to attack without a backup plan. As it landed next to Tanya with a weighty thunk, it attempted the gambit of blinding her with its tar-like spit before throwing everything behind its weight in a vicious kick. Fortunately, Tanya's pact with her Snake hadn't dulled her reflexes at all, or it would have been a rather poor weapon of last resort.

She pivoted towards the monster as it landed, and threw up her left hand in reflex as the inky jet of blood spurted from between its shark-like jaws. The feathers wrapped around her left forearm burned and disappated at the blast of foul liquid, but there were yet enough about her back to propel her forward. All Tanya needed to do to avoid the incoming kick was duck down low, the ironshod boot swinging like a doorbuster overhead. At the same time, she pushed forward from underneath its guard, the solid magic of her wings flexing upward to push its center of gravity back and up. Its long leg would serve as an excellent lever to push it back in a splits. The surprise burst of momentum aided by her unfurling wings should be enough to dodge the incoming attack, a hair's breadth of distance between her and getting fucked up, but fast enough that she could end up surprising it. As Tanya followed through with her momentum, her left hand shot out underneath to tag the demon's right thigh, her touch able to forge the Contract Will of her Rules Snake.

With her wings extended, a direct strike down into her back from one of its wicked looking axes would be dampened, even if the beast managed to find its footing before her counterattack connected. Her positioning was aces, its leg was already in the way of a sweeping strike, stomping down would meet the same problems as a strike downward from the left axe, and both options were swiftly growing more inconvenient. It could possibly wheel its momentum upward and attempt to kick from under her chin with a backflip, but it had thrown its bodyweight forward, so a trick like that would be awkward and slow enough to be handled in the realm of mortal possibility. Even with all of these contingencies accounted for, Tanya was aware that these next few instants were the boundary between life and death. If she could pray, even with a demon in her hands, she would.