[ he simpers at the sight of her arm -- or rather, the mass it's now become. disappointment washes over him as she turns around. ]

Yes, I'm fortunate. To be at the mercy of a teenager parading as a demon...I don't know how I'll ever repay you.

[ trees block their path from a short distance. he takes a pronounce step ahead of her, his sword now in hand, and burns their surroundings to the ground in a single, fluid motion. ]

Oh, that should be enough I suppose. More importantly: I have a question. Who is this Abbey you speak of?