"Figured," Leifang inaudibly says through clenched teeth while leaping out of the way from a said whip. Briefly, while the horned woman casts her spell, Leifang catches her breath before running back in.

The sword feels awkward and unnatural in her hands, but it's necessary. She uses the demon's slow maneuvering to her advantage by capitalizing quickly on its openings with her blade, and relentlessly, until the very last second when the spell wears off and she is forced back.

"Just die already!" she urges it with exasperation and a flushed face.