Lucky for both of them that so far as demons go, this sort is fairly squishy. Sharp claws, but squishy. It gets one more swipe in at Julia before it screams, and dissolves into threads in the wake of Sera's daggers.

Sera sheathes her weapons and straightens, her eyes falling to Julia's arms.

"Oof," she laments. "looks like it got at 'ya a bit. You all right?"