The shadowy force rips through the air, hitting the creature, and he jumps back in surprise. He knows where it came from, but still it's an unfamiliar power and he's not quite used to it. Breathing heavily, he makes sure the thing is dead by thrusting the end of the sword through its skull, for good measure, removing it and taking a step back to look upon the beast. It was ugly and disgusting alright, not something he wants to tangle with again anytime soon.

He doesn't take his eyes from it, just in case it somehow managed to get back up again. It wouldn't be the first time, so he backs up slowly towards her, finally joining her at her side, eyes darting back and forth to her and back to the deamonette.

"Let's get out of here." He speaks quickly, looking in a direction where he's sure he doesn't hear anything creeping about. "Come on." And he starts to move quickly, expecting her to follow.