[he clasps the incoming sword in his hand, the blade gripped tightly in clawed fingers; his eyes watch the transition of the girl in front of him into something... else. is this entity one of her wings...?

if so, then-- it gives him an idea. a hope, at least -- lifting his other hand to grip the blade as well in an effort to root his 'enemy' in place. whatever damage it inflicts will heal over in short order.]

...You have to know she can't want this. [it might be a lost cause, but one can't accuse him of not trying everything in his power to diffuse this.] Please. If you want to protect her, then stop this before it goes any further.