Nick grinned, confident his sword could slice the beast - but, alas, it didn't. The demon grabbed the blade in its skeletal claw and tightened its grip; Nick struggled to release it, but to no avail. With a hiss, the demon opened its hideous jaws and spewed a stream of deep indigo flames at its prey. Nick gasped and swung around on the hilt of his sword, the flames just barely singing his clothing, but at the cost of his sword being lost - his fingers slipped, and he fell back down to the chassis of the craft below.
"Gat dangit," he swore to himself, lumbering back up to his feet. The demon, for a feral creature, seemed to have a surprisingly intuitive knowledge of how to wield the sword it had confiscated from its prey. It swerved down and swung the blade; Nick ducked beneath it, but was caught off-guard as the beast spat a burst of fire at him. With that blow to the chest, he was thrown back, hoping he wouldn't fall off of the ship.
The flame kicked in. A stinging sensation engulfed his chest, and the feeling of burning continued to run its way along his body. It didn't hurt, per se, just stung. His limbs, joints, even nerves felt numb. It wasn't intended to kill him; simply paralyze him.
That was all the beast needed. A vile hiss escaped its mouth, and it lunged down at its prey. At that moment, Nick could truly see the beast - and even in his frail, immobile state, it was a fiendish sight.
It was the eyes. Each eye was like a vortex, a swirling, unfathomable whirlpool of infinite darkness, with only a small, flaming orb for the pupil. Each eye stared down at its prey, like a hawk with a mouse in its talons. Nick couldn't move. Even if he could, the monster had his sword. He was too numb and weakened to utilise his abilities.
He was a goner.