It charged immediately, a massive two handed swing at a downward angle sought his quick death, fire spiraling from the large blade of it's axe, he waited till the last moment before swiftly sweeping in and out beneath the swing in a spin, his sword whipping. As he withdrew the ribs of the creature were riveted with scars, gashes in their structure. It'd wail, turning once again in a horizontal swing after checking it's miss, due to it's towering height it'd have hit him in the head. Charoum only slid in and beneath it once more beneath the attack, rising and driving the sword up and into the core of the demon. Demonic ichor would erupt about the blade, bringing forth a divine light as it was expelled from the metal, sending no doubt a crippling pain through the being, it recovered quickly. The shift of the area afflicted with the blade cracking like bones.
Charoum felt a shock to his wrist before he was sent spiraling away, his wings whipping out and his hips swiveling to save him a fall, landing in a few steps back upon his feet, the sword held in place as the greater demon charged once again. The wait passed with patience, his stance relaxed as he let loose a breath upon the demon as it closed in. A glimpse of it's eyes-- filled with hate and rage, contempt. He slid forth lowering, a shift in his footing allowing him to turn and rise in a leap delivering a fierce armored knee to the back of it's thigh as he reached up managing to grab it by the back of it's wings, the dark feathers feeling as if disturbed and rotted would threaten to give beneath his grip, he'd struggle, pulling one then the other in a pattern as it struggled beneath the pain of his strike. It whipped about refusing to budge, ad he used it's own height for leverage as he kicked off. Swinging back and gathering his strength to pull heavily upon it's wing, the demon roaring in pain and finally giving up it's axe to reach back for him.
It's back arched with the force applied and his muscles bulged with the effort as it found itself unable to get a stable hold, the ribs bending and breaking around the sword as he used the wings to pull the creature's core apart, baring his own natural fangs and staring to the sky as it gave a loud crack rivaling that of a cannon going off as it's center gave, the unwavering shriek finally dying down to a whisp of darkness in a small whistle as it's eyes became voids.