O/O Roleplay, Anyone?

Bazzamal saw him reach for a nearby knife. He forgot that he wasn't immortal in this form and if he got stabbed in the heart, he'd die. Bazzamal grabbed this hand and put him down. "Im here because I have a job to do…" He hissed at the human. " You're lucky I'm giving you time! The reaper would have reaped you're soul in seconds." Bazzamal chuckled. "You're just a weak human. You'll die, trying to kill me with a knife…" He said grabbing a knife and braking it to shards. "Now if you try to escape…This'll be you…" He said, pointing to the peaces of the knife on the floor.

(I gtg soon so if I disappear I probably went to sleep. Btw Im EST so around 9:30 AM EST ill be on)

(Okay. I've got to go to bed soon too, so goodnight! I'll be on around 10am mountain time. Maybe earlier, if I can manage.)
"Reaped… my soul," Adrian repeated slowly, trying to think of another option. But it looked like there wasn't going to be another one. "What if I don't have one?" He asked, glancing down at the shards of metal. That might work. Adrian took one step forward, purposely stepping on the metal. For a second, he felt nothing, but then a brilliant pain shot across his the sole of his foot, followed by flowing blood. Now, at least, he had another weapon. Hopefully, this one wouldn't be so easy to break.

(boop)

(Sorry. I've been low on creativity.)

Bazzamal looked down. Bazzamal saw what he did and kicked the other pieces away. He chuckled and looked at Adrian's face. He was no longer holding him up. He put him down and shook his head. "In about 20 minutes, you'll be dead…You're losing a lot of blood." Bazzamal looked at the blood-stained floor. "Pfft." He laughed. "I thought you'de go out in a fight…" Bazzamal shook his head, once more and smirked.

(Oh, okay!)
Adrian let a small, amused smile flit across his face. This was not exactly what he had wanted to do, but he wasn't sure if demons could get heart attacks, so it was the only way. Adrian lifted his fingers slightly, and the blood on the floor followed. It flowed up the demon's legs quickly, aiming for his throat. It wasn't a lot, but Adrian didn't want to risk passing out. The stream of blood made it to the demon's neck and, with a few gestures from Adrian, wrapped around it.
"Now, why don't you get out of here before I cut your throat?" He said calmly, hands poised in the air.

(boop)

(Oh! Oh my Gosh! I am so sorry!)

Bazzamal lifted his eyebrow and chuckled. He shook his head. "Please…Like this is the first time someone tries to cut off my head…" Bazzamal said, Grabbing his hand and holding it a little too tight. He laughed. "Wow. Nice face ya got there. Sorry it'll be dead tho!" He joked, Letting go of Adrian's crushed hand. He looked at the side of garden and then bent down. Bazzamal removed the peace of the knife that was in Adrian's foot.

This obviously wasn't working. It was a demon, after all. They didn't get all that freaked out about people controlling blood, not like humans did. He was even making little jokes about Adrian's face! Plan A had failed, so it was plan B. Try and run for it. That probably wouldn't work either, but he had to try. Adrian bit his lip, trying not to focus on his hand, and stopped the bleeding in his foot– thank you, demon, for making running less painful! With another gesture from his other hand, the blood around the demon's neck flew upward, covering the demon's eyes and forcing its way into his nose and mouth. Ears too, because Adrian was desperate and that sounded nasty. Hopefully, that would distract the demon enough to let Adrian knee the demon in the face. He reared back, then drove his knee towards the demon's chin.

Bazzamal's face flew up. He growled. Damn you… He said, wiping the blood off his face. He quickly dashed off after Adrian. His face was still covered in blood and it was covering his eyes. He tried to clean it off but it had dried he cleaned off the blood. Just enough do he could see. He narrowed his eyes, trying to get a good look of where Adrian was. He spotted him and ran after the man. He's a dummy if he thought he could out-run a demon… Bazzamal thought, chuckling. He was right behind him. "Damn…Adrian, You're fast!" He joined, running ahead as a joke. The he short stoped in front of Adrian.

He had no chance. But better to go out trying to live than just accepting it. If he had done that, he would have died a long time ago. And so, he was running. It wasn't going too well, though. His foot, although it wasn't bleeding, still hurt. And there was no way he could outrun a demon. Did they even get tired? Adrian could hear the demon gaining on him. And then he was in front of him. Adrian didn't have enough energy to stop his momentum and ran straight into the demon. Well, he'd lived a good life– good meaning he hadn't been starving too much and had caused a lot of trouble. It was a shame that his life would be ended by a demon, though. The thought of the very people Adrian had chosen to cast his lot in with killing him off gave him enough energy to start thinking again. Maybe it was finally time to try the heart attack idea.

(boop)