To the demon's credit, he did take advantage of that shot that Sam had offered him. Having pounded his scaled fist into the side of Sam's face, the demon slammed him back into a set of trashcans and watched enthusiastically as Sam struggled to keep himself from falling over entirely. It was what Sam had wanted. To spike up his hope that he'd be getting out of this one alive. He pretended to struggle for a moment, that maybe the blow had knocked out a few screws in his head and that he needed to readjust, so the demon decided to push him back again for another blow.
He took it too. Sam was playing, after all. Couldn't just jump into a game and not let the other player have a little fun too. That would have been rude.
"Good, that's good," Sam started, jumping back a bit, "you've got a nice right hook there. I like it. Except you keep aiming for this side of my face." Sam pointed to the right. "That's gonna get you killed when your enemy figures out that you don't have any other blows to deal. Not smart at all."
The demon seemed to take this to heart. He swung for the left, which was what Sam had been hoping for. Ducking down and darting to the side, the place where Sam's face had been quickly replaced itself with the wall of the building behind them. The demon's fist collided with the brick and Sam lifted a leg and kicked him to the wall.