"Octavius!"
With a running start, and a single bound, the hybrid was caught by the femme reaper before he hit the ground to harshly, though the circumstances of such a catch caused Hecate to grind her heels into the ground as she crouched and curled over his body in order to protect him from the debris.
Looking up to glare at the thing that had threw the boy she had come to see as a son, the daemoness smirked back in return as she settled her sword on her shoulder. So, that's what this was going to be like then? Casting a hateful glare behind the female daemon toward the fallen angel, she tightened her grip on Octavius.
"No more.."
A tilt from the red eye'd demon, seems the rage of the female reaper was activating her powers. Several white orbs surrounded her and circled as if to mock protection. Though the effects of the orbs seemed to be helping Octavius, as several of the wounds he had gained managed to stitched together and heal over into smooth skin once more. Standing up after settling him on the ground, she extended one of her hands toward an orb that stilled, a handle pushed out of it far enough for her to grasp and tug her scythe out of said orb.
"I won't let you touch my son anymore."
Stepping over Octavius, she walked toward the daemon who cackled happily, though did cast a glance back to the fallen. With an affirmative to continue on, Akina looked back to see something rather..intriguing.
It seems in the reflection of her scythe, a mangled and madly laughing corpse with no appendages other than a metal masked head stood in the place of what was suppose to be herself. Blinking as the reflection disappeared, that same mad grin spread across Hecate's features, the orbs spinning once more with much more speed; preparing herself, the battle once more commenced.