Riachi, with his sword to the far back of his own left, would simply make an overhead slash with his sword onto the incoming claw. The hack was aimed at the underarm of the claw. The weight of his sword would no doubt be able to quickly stop the arm. Riachi aimed to use this force to cut off the creature's arm, but he knew that wouldn't happen in one slash. He'd need inhuman strength for that. Luckily, this creature owned said strength.

He decided to grab on to the handle of his sword, hoping the creature would make a slash at him with his other hand. If it did, Riachi would be able to jump aside and have the creature push the sword through his own arm. That was if the reacher was dumb enough to do so.

"which explains why you're so easy..."

The force and speed at which the Reacher's slash was going at combined with Riachi's own force and the sharpness of his blade, was more than enough to take the arm of the creature clean off. The clawed hand fell onto the ground, black blood leaking from its rotten vines. The hand twitched, and for a moment seemed as if it would attack, but it instead shrivelled up and became lifeless. The Reacher contracted its arm and let out a hollow screech. It's one yellow eye started Riachi down with the full intent to kill. However, the creature seemed to understand when it was beat.

The Reacher turned around, and with it's one intact arm, it stretched it's arm up to a high branch and pulled itself up. Once high within the tree's, it made its retreat. As it left the flowers it created withered away into nothing and the blockade it made dried up into nothing but firewood. Then within the distance, a screech of pain could be heard, drowned out by the forest itself.

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The Siwx was taken back by Fredrick's sudden attack of brute force. Due to Fredrick's strength, he was actually able too to knock the creature back. It stumbled and shook it's head wildly, then it gave out a half-hearted screech. It then sniffed the air and looked at its own body with frantic eyes. It was looking for an injury. Fredrick had obviously injured the creature greatly however it was the fact there was no blood.

The Siwx, suddenly gave out a confused scream, before charging once again. However this time it charged past Fredrick without attack. A couple meters away it stopped and looked around. Shaking its head once more, it then hit its own head trying to fix whatever was wrong. The creature had seemed too forgot about Fredrick entirely.

The man had been shaking his fist after that particular choice of attack, his fist no having the best in terms of padding, and had only looked up to see the the blue that was the demon. In panic he held his armored forearms up as a sort of last ditch defense- only to see the monster blast pat. He stared for only a moment before he realized what he discovered by means of his lashing out.

He had a chance. He (albeit accidentally) figured out how to actually combat this freakish scythe like monster, even if it's able to regenerate lost limbs within moments- because it needed blood. Naturally he couldn't figure a good majority of this information when he was nearer to it, but as the distance between predator and prey increased, his thoughts flowed with much greater ease now that the pounding had lessened. But he knew that what he was about to do would make the effects of the demon's power worse than ever before- but he rather himself suffer rather than a child.

With his halberd held tight in his hands, he quickly charged the beast, hooking the monster by his neck with the dull inner part of the axe head of his weapon- pulling the head near to him as he slammed a boot down on the rear most part of the... abdomen? Whatever it was that the legs were connected to, and pulled the staff of his halberd with every last ounce of his strength- desperate to take advantage before the tables turned once more.

The knight was grunting and growling in response to the herculean force being exerted upon the demon's neck, his head pounding something awful as he stared into the frantic monster's eyes- milky white meeting furious blue. However, even as his head and his arms were screaming in effort, he was not done yet. He shifted his grips even further up the staff, until it was nearly touching the blades themselves, and brought his right arm over the open mouth. From there he bent his knees, and grunted something. "I rebuke thee..."

Fritz shifted his grip so his plated elbow was pressed against the upper part of the monster's mouth. Then fell- literally elbow dropping the demon in the weakest point of any being- the bottom of the cranium.

"IN THE NAME OF THE LORD!" He roared as several hundred pounds of both weight and force weighed the already extremely bent spine and neck of the beast.

His eyes narrowed behind his helmet, gasping for breath after his battle- and wondering if he was soon having to face the non binary warrior. He grunted as he rose from the great maw of the monster, subtly cutting an approximately two inch section of the Reaper Pet's tongue with his Saxe- covering the action with his forearm. He rose, splattered in the foul blood of the demon, and stumbled forward as he scooped his weapon from the beasts neck, the tongue tucked safely within his belt.

"Mind telling... me your business?" The man said with his blood splattered knife in one hand and his halberd in the other, turning to face the stranger. Though his shoulders heaved with every breath while the , his eyes were narrowed with detemmienation. He might be recovering from the worst migraine he's ever experienced, fought the source of numerous childhood night terrors, and might also have his right armor plates slowly dripping with black blood, and even feels as if he tried to hold up the sky like some new age Atlas- but he just killed a demon with his bare hands. If he could do that, chances are pretty good he can fight another humanoid.

Once again, Riachi was forced to draw his blade. By now, he was getting annoyed by the constant plague of violence on his journey. "FUCK OFF!" He yelled, quite spontaneously, as he continued walking forward. He was in no mood for this, nor did he have the patience for it.