[Darkling]

Shaking of the blow to his side, no doubt it knwoping it bruise later. Seeing the assilant reveal his wings only driving his enthusiasm on.
"So the fiend can fight, all the more fun then"
As the creature jumps forward at his companion, Arawn seems to draw in energy around his hands shaping it to contour with his claws letting the soul energy concentrate itself there. Positoning his body as to mimic a regualr feline leaping forward to land on the feinds back, simtaniouls thrust his claws into it. Trying to force skin and bone apart with his very claws, and rip the energy from this being as vicously as possible aiming roughly for where the wings protruded from its back.


ooc- an unlisted spell but seemed to suit the situation