The thump of his head against the stony street was deeply satisfying, but Lilith knew she could not let her guard down. Not now, it would be foolish to think the fight would be over so easily. And he was on his feet again, and talking. "My name is Lilith. And I fear neither you or your kind. I've seen many knights rise, and fall. You will be no different," she said with a feral grin. He was smarter this time, not charging in a straight line and making it more difficult to anticipate his moves. Going after the spirit cats was a smarter move as well, given they were protecting her. But his going after them gave Lilith a window of action.

There was a particularly potent spell in her arsenal, one that she kept a secret until it was needed. And this was the perfect time and place to use it. She changed tactics, actually allowing Simon to step closer to her, pretending to look frightened, letting herself lose ground. Lilith only hoped that she wasn't being too obvious. And she really wasn't too much of a fighter, so it wasn't far from the truth, there were just other things she could do that came to mind later. As the last cat was banished from the streets, the knight turned his eyes to her. She let him closer, measuring his steps, counting the heartbeats until he was close enough.

Even as his sword flashed out, cutting into the arm she threw up to defend herself with, Lilith darted forward just enough and touched the bare skin of his wrist. The spell would bring the sin of lust out in him, and even though it was for a short time, Lilith knew it would be enough. The shame of his memories of what would happen would be revenge enough. Wiping black blood from her arm, she growled and backed away. "Now then, perhaps we will cross paths again. Perhaps not. But I doubt you will forget what happens," she snarled, backing into an alleyway. She only needed a few moments to get away, but Lilith wanted to see his fall begin.

That last cat spirit fell before him with a pop and a flash of smoke. As the tendrils blew away he pointed his sword at the succubi. "Now demon, it is your turn." Simon's eyes hardened and he rushed forward with a shout of righteous fury. To his surprise, the woman stepped into his attack, his blade biting into her upper arm. It was smart of her to do so, he reflected, for instead of taking the top third of the blade where it was sharpest and the swing most powerful she took the cut in the bottom third, where the blade was much more dull and the force of the blow blunted. 

Simon braced for some kind of counter attack, but all the girl did was reach out and touch his wrist. The White Knight stood there perplexed. Why did she not attack? She'd had the perfect opportunity. She could have tripped him again with her whip, stabbed him with a hidden blade… even punched him for Gods' sake. Why only a touch? As he wondered she backed away, moving into a nearby alley.

What, now she flees? Simon thought angrily, leaving behind the chaos all around him to pursue. The Knight was as fleet as he was strong, and soon caught up to the small woman. 

Reaching out, he took her by the arm and wrenched her around to face him. Stepping forward, he slammed her up against the stone wall of the building behind her. "What, leaving so soon?" Simon smirked. "I thought we were having fun." This close her scent filled his nostrils, and suddenly something in him stirred. He became keenly aware of the way her raven hair fell about her shoulders, of her pale white skin. Her dark red eyes that had chilled him before now engrossed him, her scarlet lips beckoning… His grip on her arm loosened, his fingers tracing their way down it to feel the softness of her skin. What am I doing?  His hands went to her hips. No, a part of him screamed, as his arms wrapped around her. Yes, he exulted, as he pulled her in for the kiss.