Jalut the True
Tch, this was supposed to be a worthy duel! He wasn't so naive as to think the battlefield had no place for deception, but couldn't she have some class and stop relying on the same tricks over and over!? This was insulting! He swung back, ready to deflect the puny projectiles and sever his foe.
But instead, they came flying in the afterimages he generated. Impossible, what was this ridiculous farce!? He felt the pain of each of his arms being pierced, and even more unbelievable knives began to appear on his forearms, legs and shoulders. "GRAHHHHHH!!" He let out a war cry as he spun with impossible prowess, something quite spectacular for a demon his size. Yes, he should have swatted the knives coming for him. Still, it was no coincidence that his vitals had been avoided. Even if he had fallen for this trap, his skill was no trifle thing.
"Kh- How dare you!? HOW DARE YOUUUUU!!" He was so enraged he didn't even let the pain or injuries stop him, instead he flipped again into place and delivered a full counter, giving her no time to execute her sorcery this time around. His foot flew straight for her gut and shot her down the street below like a cannon. Still, maybe it was the fact he lost some momentum, but the blow wasn't quite as lethal as he's have hoped to.