Shoto was breathing heavily, gripping his dagger... the demon and him were at a match- both bloody and wounded, though the devour demons condition was a bit worse.. he had sliced at the demons waist and stomach, so itll take longer for it to regenerate, and at its leg, so it couldnt get up. He sat against the wall, breathing heavily. "hah.. is.. is that all.. you got?" he panted.