[ His amulet flares to life under his shirt, glowing a brilliant orange-red and giving off a deep sense of power, as he continues to glare. The move doesn't surprise him. He knows the power of demons and the very slim likelihood of him being able to match it, even if it pisses him off to no end.
But having the wind knocked out of him does at least knock some sense back into him, reminding him that he's about to start in a fight in a place occupied by others, where collateral damage is very high.
He snarls defiantly, as he coughs out a breath and rolls onto his knees and palms, scratching his nails against the floor. ]
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But having the wind knocked out of him does at least knock some sense back into him, reminding him that he's about to start in a fight in a place occupied by others, where collateral damage is very high.
He snarls defiantly, as he coughs out a breath and rolls onto his knees and palms, scratching his nails against the floor. ]
I don't have to justify myself to you.