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Whatever reaction the demon was expecting from his opponent, her saying his name was clearly not it. Quirking a brow in unmistakable surprise, Sverre inadvertently loosened his grip slightly. Her slight smile was even more puzzling, the look stirring another sense of deja vu. He could swear he'd seen that smile before, but as before, the source had died quite some time ago. So why now was he seeing it in this woman? About to ask her how on earth she knew his name, the smile vanished, further deepening his puzzlement. What in the hell was going on? She had looked almost happy, and now the scowl was back, and he hadn't even said anything!

Sverre had little time to dwell on it, the woman deftly moving above and over him in a dodging maneuver. He didn't need to look to tell it was a demon that had attacked her, the scent and the speed which it moved enough of an indication. Sverre propped himself up on his elbows, frowning at the interruption of his fight. His human opponent seemed to be handling herself well, and he even smirked in triumph as she got a cut on the demon.

Alas, her victory was short lived, her neck being gripped mercilessly as the demon growled at her. 'Idiot doesn't even smell the poison...' Sverre realized, shaking his head in disgust. He was walking over even as the other demon turned to look at him, Sverre not even bothering to pick up his broadsword. Scooping up the fallen knife from the human, the dark haired male approached her attacker with an almost disgusted look on his face.

"I finish jobs that need finishing. Such as finishing self-absorbed fools like yourself." he said cooly, quickly jabbing upwards with the knife and plunging it through the limited space in between the ribs on the demon's right side. The knife went in to the hilt, earning a pained yowl. Sverre hoped it hit a lung.

"By the way, did no one teach you how to handle a lady?"