[b] [u] Grey Onyx [/u] [/b]

After His attack struck home, Grey had executed a combat roll and ended up a few paces away. The sheer power and speed of his blow had almost been enough to knock the creature over, but this was no time to pat himself on the back. The demon had prepared to strike, but as luck would have it Lucilia's magic was at least assisting him in his efforts. However, The demon was [b]far[/b] from defenseless as it roared, and a gout of flame billowed forth from it's mouth. Seeing no time to dodge, he raised his shield and braced himself. Against a normal man, that attack would likely have destroyed him. The flames were not pure heat, they were flames. As such, they could be blocked. However, if a normal man tried this they would find that while the flames would not touch their flesh, they would heat up the armor, causing little actual damage, but extreme amounts of pain. Grey however, was nearly impervious to pain. Nearly. He grunted in agony as the flames washed over him, ever so close to his face. 

Afterwards, Grey slowly stepped out of the flames, cracking his neck. He didn't waste any time with more taunts, the beast wouldn't understand. Focusing, he quickly went through all that the combat had taught him. Importantly, this creature's movements suggested no evil or actual ill-will. No, if anything its actions reminded him of a wounded animal, desperately lashing out in a vain attempt to relieve some unseen pain. What this told him, along with his place as one of khan's minions, was that this creature didn't likely deserve death, but could not be reasoned with and needed to be stopped. As such, his focus would turn from destroying it to subduing it. But how? He thought of retrieving his weapon, but it was pointless. The creatures armored hide rendered him impervious to cutting or piercing attacks, and only blunt force would work. He figured that if he could strike it enough times on the head, he might be able to knock it unconscious, but if that didn't work he might be able to tire it out. 

However, he noticed that very little of Lucilia's efforts were paying off in her fight with the scary one. And he also noticed that the large one had once again wrenched itself free, and was heading for him. He managed to roll way just in time as the demon got itself stuck in the wall, possibly entangling itself in the briars. He rushed to the corpse of the demon he had slain with his axe, and in one fluid motion lifted it up and tossed it at the thin demon, aiming for the spine, right between the shoulder-blades. He was just thankful the damn thing was in his range, too much farther and he would have difficulty judging the distance. He didn't stick around to see the effect of his actions or shout or anything. He was hoping the demon wouldn't notice as his axe hurtled towards him. As he ran toward the large demon, a large oaken wall rose up behind him. Lucilia had apparently decided to seal him off, but why? It couldn't have been to protect him, he was fighting the nastier opponent... In any case, this would make it easier to fight his demon without worrying about it attacking her or something. 

To get to the demon's head, he would try sprinting up it's back, before jumping and attempting a stomp aimed directly at its cranium, though the attack would be mighty and there was little chance of the demon grabbing him, if it moved too much he would miss.