Fragments of wood fly off in every direction except the one that Lucifer stands in, a little slice of the destruction pie that is the area around her left clear. His meatsuit can be damaged, but he likes to keep it intact, thank you kindly. Nick looks so much better when he doesn't have splinters.

The air is barely clear of debris before he moves again, pressing the attack; giving her space gives her time to regroup, to strategize, and he wants her on the defensive as much as possible. She may be quick, but he is strong and persistent and tireless. His fists are what sledgehammers hope to be when they grow up.

"I thought it an appropriate way to answer your love taps."