The Beastwoman crossed the distance between them with enough force to shatter the stone beneath her feet, blackened eyes locked onto Asmodeus while her claws tore through the air towards his throat. Yet to him, she moved painfully slowly, every twitch of her muscles and every strained pulse beneath her neck visible through the countless eyes scattered across his blood wings.
'She's still conscious.'
That changed his previous thoughts on how to deal with this issue. He planned to just blow her into a wall with his magic, rendering her unconscious.
Asmodeus raised one hand and caught her wrist before the claws reached his skin, the impact producing a thunderous boom that shattered several nearby windows. Despite the violent collision, his arm didn't move even an inch, while the Beastwoman released a tortured snarl and immediately swung her other hand towards his face.
"Enough."
He didn't shout or raise his voice.
