Wrestling with this thing is getting ridiculous. Its shape is awkward and yet it moves as if it were whole, its arms strong, its wings frantic. Long tongue keeps lashing out for Sunny's throat and face, and it's all he can do to twist aside before that barb can find a place to stick. He doesn't even notice what's going on beyond his immediate battle as he struggles to fend off attacks, before finally--

They roll as one, Sunny's hands gripping it at its throat, an arm, and even as claws tear at his back, he focuses. It doesn't make a sound, save for a hissing wind-like effect of rushing air as offshoot energy fritters into nothing in a ring around them, disturbing dust and debris. Beneath Sunny's hand, flesh and muscle and bone wetly shatter, the demon's head going rolling, a gory mess ripping through its torso and rupturing everything within.

It's still. Sunny has gotten his nice clothes dirty, where they weren't already torn. Huffing out a sigh, he crab-walks away from the mess, lands on his butt, and twists a look up the stairwell.

"Jae?"