[If there's one word to describe Rokurou, tenacious. Even as he's getting pummeled, the man keeps trying to get hits in and succeeding with better precision each time. It's easy just to ignore the wounds when they would eventually get healed though, and there's plenty of hell beast food around him to replenish his strength. So he's not too concern for his own well being, all of his focus can be on hitting the daemon enough times that he cannot continue.
He was ready to rush him until he hears the laugh, the admittance of a surrender. Finally.] You owe me for wasting my time. [He flexes his hands, beating back his desire to demolish this man. In the end, he'll manage to walk forward and pass the daemon.] That rematch might come sooner once I take care of that man. [Cause he doesn't know if he'll still be himself, or regain control once he's dealt with Barok. He doesn't really care after that point.]
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He was ready to rush him until he hears the laugh, the admittance of a surrender. Finally.] You owe me for wasting my time. [He flexes his hands, beating back his desire to demolish this man. In the end, he'll manage to walk forward and pass the daemon.] That rematch might come sooner once I take care of that man. [Cause he doesn't know if he'll still be himself, or regain control once he's dealt with Barok. He doesn't really care after that point.]