*She dodges the claws as her sword rips downwards, gutting the deamon as she slips downwards. Spinning around she rips the sword out of its gut and slices its legs from its body, landing on the ground in a crouch. Straightening up she lets the deamon impale its head on her sword. The body begins to crumble to dust as her sword absorbs its energy.* "That was a fun game. Maybe we can play later..."