Well that certainly was unexpected. Belphegor was pretty handy with using the wind to his advantage, but she sure wasn't making it easy for him. It was probably amazing that he managed to land on his feet like a cat after being whipped around in the wind like that. Even then his clothing and hair was a disheveled mess, and the boy did not look happy about it.

"Who said it was over?"

He's pulling out his knives again, stumbling forward a couple steps before steadying himself. He raises them up in the air, but this time the knives are engulfed in a odd, red looking flame.