Well...this guy must be tough too, if he didn't even flinch. All that leaves as an option is to dodge the flames. He drops down to the base of the stairs, floor cracking under the impact of his hooves. Under other circumstances, he might note how nice it feels to have hooves again, but right now he can't afford to think about anything but the fight.

More balls of lightning appear in the air, forming a floating minefield between him and Redgrave. Simultaneously, more blades appear in flashes of light and shoot forward, aiming to make a pincushion of the other devil.

"Don't worry, that was just a taste."