[The scrap means nothing, Lute already took to the air avoiding the piece tossed at him. His spell is dissolved as he cancels it trading it out for a new one. These are old tactics, and nothing even comparable to the finest of Hell's army. Yet, since he didn't take care of this quicker, perhaps he was getting rusty?]

I must be getting out of touch. I thought to give you a chance to surrender, but you have already done too much damage, I should have destroyed you without saying anything.

[A quicker spell this time, the magic circle formed around Lutes hand, and a quick stream of focused energy came blasting down towards the youma, Lute quick behind ready to attack after it had hit the ground, or hopefully the youma.]