"Fuck's sake...", Tomoe muttered under his breath, and following that made a Lunge towards her with his hands outstretched.
He would catch her fall, absorbing the impact by himself and staying strong due to his physicality, and quickly set her down without another thought.
"Fuckin' hell, don't be so reckless!", he shouted with his back to her, already dashing towards the demon without weapons and without care.
Breaking into a full sprint, he would collide foot-first into the demon, using the momentum of a 10 m/s dash to impact the demon with the force of a torpedo enhanced by his body's innate capability to break and destroy without effort. It was an all-out attack, attempting to cripple the demon further or perhaps destroy it entirely depending on the severity of its wounds. There was no room for defense with the rush, adrenaline encompassing the Joyan's entire being as he became one with the night's wind. It wasn't to save the people or to even fight against and destroy evil - it was because this thing broke his damn sword! That was a sin worthy enough of atonement through death. The money he'd need to fork over for a new one would set back his drinking and whore money, and that just wouldn't do. A furious flame was in his eyes, unwavering towards his target.
"Shove off, you gutter trash piece of shit!"