I howl in suprise. She's in demon form, and I know I have no chance against her in my present form. The shock stripped me of my other side, and it would take at least five minutes for me to transform again. But one thing I can count on are my wings, which I sprout and fly into the sky, merging into my other side. I focus my concentration and strength on gathering speed, and suddenly shoot up even further, faster than I have ever flew. The air grows thin, but my ability to go with little oxygen is an advaantage at this point, as I hope she will become weak with lack of air. She has caught up with me, and I face her, both of us hovering in the air, the wind from each of our wings pelting eachother.
"If you wish to fight, we shall do so here." I growl.