But soon as the first wing was severed completely off, he did it for the second, once again, taking it off.
"Just a little longer Miss Vintae, I promise you it'll be all over soon." He strained that last part, almost sounding like what the grim reaper would say on you're deathbed.
After he disposed of the wings, he took some strong ale and holy water and doused it over the wound, killing off any Demonic Energy and bacteria. Then took the right sized bandages and covered the wound up.
"Hmm, Miss Sonya, this is going to be a rather difficult task for the tail, so I need you to hold her tail as straight as you can please?" He requests of her as he wipes off his freshly bloody saw.