And just like that, his skin was on fire all over again. Howling in fury, the demon's head yanked back and his hands rose to shield himself from anymore incoming attacks. He then stumbled backwards, nearly toppling onto the ground in the process, and continued to hiss through his teeth as smoke swirled into the dark air above him. Then his head wrenched forward, his eyes, believe it or not, even darker than before.
"You'll pay for that, bitch," he snarled, nostrils flaring. He couldn't quite get at her with that rock salt barrier that surrounded her, but the demon had more than one trick up his sleeve. Muttering under his breath in Latin once more, the ground began to shake violently all over again -- the most tremors being, of course, right underneath Willow's feet.