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[Demoan Syndel]

[#] Coming up in the Wrath Arena. The show down between bitch and hell hound. Demoan Syndel facing off against Moral. In a one weapon hand to hand fight till the LOSER taps out.

Ziazan climbs in Jeh's lap and purrs, cuddling with her as she gets ready to watch Dem fight. She smiles happily and squirms slightly in the woman's lap. "I'm excited...And..hyper. ^^;"

Moral would of course step into the arena. He still ad his limp, but a leg wound meant little to the hellhound. As he stepped to the arena he placed his cane up on the side. Though it seemed like his obvious weapon, it wasn't. He then proceeded to take off his white upper garmets. Fine silk and all, he didn't want them to get tarnished. Which left the hellhound barechested. He seemed to bare no scars, save for the criss-cross one over his heart. Moral was not a fighter. He just..can fight.

Jehan Heartbane wrap arms around Zia and stays quiet, snuggling with her as she watched the fight about to begin. Curious to see whom was going to win this one.

Demoan Syndel waited till everyone even Moral was in the arena. She wasnt comen up the stairs like others would. Expectation was something she loved. Everyones eyes would be looking that way. The sounds of a solid thudding run could be heard from behind them all. And the quicker the thuds came the louder they got. Soon over head a diving five foot two inch leather clad women would leap over thier heads grabbing the top of the Arena fence and pull herself in a flowing movment into a hand stand atop it. Then drop over the other side landing on her knee and one foot. Head tilted upward looking directly into morals eyes ." You ready for this?" Standing she moved slowly around to his right as she grabs the Thai sticks from her back and began flipping them in her hands.

Ziazan: [And if you think that's something special then you should see Dem in bed~~! Hehe. I'll shut up now. ^^;]
[this was to funny to remove from the script]

Moral had already removed his shirt and placed his cane aside. He only responded to her with a nod. His eyes were quite more serious not. No longer was he the gentleman trying to sway one to his occult. Moral then reached around, and out of no where seemed to come the whip. Where was he hiding that thing? He slid it through both hands before giving it a testing crack. He then got in a slight stance, obviously favoring the right leg.

IceKat took his favoured seat at the center by the rail and folded himself upon it in distinctly feline fashion, tail curled over his footpaws. Tile wasn't all that warm in summer let alone winter. So it seemed that Dem was one of those... big personalities... He himself was partial to aerials and quick moves befitting a cat, and though he was admittedly distracted by Moral, he was mentally cataloguing details of both fighters. The crack of the whip set his heart thudding against his ribs, ears slicking and than perking again as the miniature sonic boom passed. "Muse had me try the whip when I started. She thought it'd be fitting with my usual occupation," he chuckled, eyes narrowing, tongue darting to lick his lips. "I'm a bit more hands-on, I guess." Nevermind the iron fan at his belt, of course.

Demoan Syndel stepped to his right a bit more.putting herself between him and the wall and that distance was only about three feet maybe four between herself and Moral. Whips didnt scare her. Nice long range weapons but short distance they carried little more then bee stings. Her right hand would flip the stick and seem to attempt a wild swing at his head or neck as if she had no idea what she was doing as her left wouldnt move but a short snap in attempt to bludgen that sore knee of his in a wrist snap of the stick. Her body locked in a low slung stance was rippled with the tone of her structure. that snap of her wrist if it hit would hurt like hell. Demoan was a professional at Thai fighting. Short blows were strong ones. [goes for the roll]

[#] Demoan Syndel rolls 2D20: (5) (20) = 25.


Moral was to say was not ready for this. Moral had skills in fencing, his whip was his newer establishments. That and he was fast. In a real fight, he would transform to his hellish state and tear them apart..but this was a formal battle. Rules and such. As he saw her move to his right he had twisted his form to avoid the head and neck shot, but with a sickening crack she had sucessfully hit his bad leg, worse off his knee. With a snarl of pain Moral was quick to leap a few feet away, just to put distance between them. Now keeping his left leg elevated, he would hop on it only to twist his body. He used the momentum to get his whip in a whirling action, aiming right for her neck. If the attempt was sucessful, the surprisingly sharp edge would leave a wount.

[#] Moral rolls 2D20: (7) (4) = 11.

Demoan Syndel as he moved and snapped the whip he would find that those lovely sticks were defencivly usefull as well. Her right hand moves up and to the side as the whip comes in and it wraps around the stick and not her neck as he planned. Bad for him good for her. Wprse for him she now had him on a teather. And as he hopped around like a anal bunny on one foot her form dropped and rolls If she got the full roll out she would not only wind the whip around her mid section and strip him of it but that leathal left would extend and plant yet another of those harsh blows . This time to the oposite knee. When a man cant stand. He cant fight. [goes for the roll]

[#] Demoan Syndel rolls 2D20: (1) (6) = 7.

Moral was by this point using his speed to his advantage. It was a gift to being a hellhound. He had moved to the side, arching his form to avoid the blows. It seemed to have work. This time he wielded the whip above his head. His face still calm and collected as he whirled it up and them brought it down, aiming to slash from neck to naval. He was using it almost as if it was a long flexible sword.

[#] Moral rolls 2D20: (2) (19) = 21.

Demoan Syndel knew by the dull thud of stick to ground she had missed. But when she attempted to roll back out of the way the searing burn of flesh being sliced. Saving grace was the leather over her tits but the cut was still deep enough to make her reel in pain as she throws her own body no away but towards him with a vicious snap of her hips throwing up her left leg to plant that platform boot into his lower body or balls if it so happened as her arms gaurd her chest . A grouling painfull groan heard with the movments . As the blood was already coating most of her front and sides. [goes for roll\
[#] Demoan Syndel rolls 2D20: (5) (5) = 10.

Moral had once more leapt out of the way in hellhound like grace. "I need those.." He said calmly, as she had attempted to kick him in the balls. The smell of blood seemed to well, make him go nuts. It was the canine in him for sure as the whites of his eyes seemed to fill with crimson color. No mind though, he didn't go into a frenzy. He took this opportunity to rush foward, this time to skid on heel and deliver his elbow right under her rib cage.

[#] Moral rolls 2D20: (9) (7) = 16.

Demoan Syndel felt the sound elbow to her lower body. She seemed to fold around it with a gutteral scream but it was more the air rushing from her lungs as her diaphram retracts from the blow. Her knees rose up as her body fold. Sadly it was painfull for her . Misfortunate for him as well considering he just put himself in a very close proximaty to those leather sticks of hers. Even in the gut wrenching pain of it all she attempts to get off a good sound blow across the bridge of his nose or mouth/jaw area . Again rolling into him and not away. Knowing distance would only allow him to use the whip more easily.[goes for roll]

[#] Demoan Syndel rolls 2D20: (14) (3) = 17.

Moral knew he was taking a risk by getting close to her. This time his speed did not assist him. The moment he made impact, he knew he was in danger. He felt her blow to his jaw, causing his head to whiplash to the side. Moral snapped his head back, blood seeping out from the corner of his mouth. If he opened it more would pour out. The hellhound moved to stumble back, but was not far away enough to use the whip. So he whipped around, balling up his fist to do the same and aim to backfist her in the jaw.

[#] Moral rolls 2D20: (11) (14) = 25.

IceKat winced as Dem went straight for Moral's injured knee; usually when he sparred with friends and co-workers, he wouldn't have made such a move. Mind you, he'd approached the arena rather lightheartedly most of the time, as though it were a game rather than potentially serious business. He curbed his instinct to jump in or to call the match even though the crack set his teeth on edge. Being at the ring as a medic and observer was in many ways more difficult than as a combatant, and broken bones were not really the sort of thing that got him off. Blow after blow was exchanged before the tang of blood scented the air, bringing the cat to lean forward onto the rail in anticipation. As the two closed in to exchange harsher strikes, he clenched his paws on the bar and wriggled involuntarily, all eyes for the bloody muzzle of the hound.

Demoan Syndel tried to get up as he was forced back and almost made it. His balled fist would let out a resounding crack as her head snapped to the side. Blood spewing out as she dips but didnt fall. He should have punched her. Back fisting her only seemed to piss her off. Shaken but manages to get to her feet. And as she does a snarl would erupt from her mouth as bloody gobs seem to trail from her lower jaw. Moral had lept back alright and put himself between her and that hard stone wall. And with a sudden lundge her body would snap up into the air legs curled and then lash outward to perform a standing drop kick to his solarplex. If she succeeded he would meet that wall in a most unpleasent turn of events. [goes for roll]

[#] Demoan Syndel rolls 2D20: (6) (18) = 24.

Moral had only lived in his triumph for a short second. He felt his back hit the hard wall, causing a small outcry. It wasn't until her dropkick came did he once more slam the wall again. Blood erupted from his throat from the impact as he fell to his knees. Though Moral was now in survival mode. Even on the ground he managed to grip his whip, making a desperate attack to wrapping it around her ankle and dragging her down with him, hoping to hit her head on the wall on her way down.

[#] Moral rolls 2D20: (1) (6) = 7.

Demoan Syndel felt the whip wrap her ankle. It stung and perhaps made her think quicker. As he was on his knees infront of the wall her right foot contacting the ground first became her pivot point as she snaps her body to the left. Both hands striking downward into Japanese Drum attack. If those sticks where to stike his head/temple area it would all be over . Letting out a loud groul of pain and furry as her body moved to try and end this. {goes to roll]

[#] Demoan Syndel rolls 2D20: (15) (5) = 20.

Moral was already impaired, and as he saw her coming, it was obvious he would not be able to avoid. He felt a sharp pain hit his head, his horns even ringing from the impact before everything went dark. The occult leader collapsed to the arena floor, covered in both their blood. Very, very passed out. Sexy.

Demoan Syndel fell to the ground on her knees and dropped the sticks useing one hand to hold her chest as her other pushed Moral to his side. She didnt want him to gag on his own blood after all. Point was made and this was done for her. She slowly got to her feet and walked over grabbing up on the fence and with much effort and grouling pulls herself up from the pit and rolls over the top falling to the floor with a thud.

[Demoan Syndel]

Demoan Syndel had gone to change. When she came out it wasnt up the steps. She came from the back room and with the sound of thudding heavey foot falls from behind the spectators she leaps over thier heads grabbing the top of the rail around the arena rising into a full hand stand and seeming to freeze there for a briefmoment before swinging over and dropping down feet first into a crouch inside the pit. Those boots as always. Thick heavy platform soles of solid rubber and leather. Metal toe and heal gaurds. Leggings of chainmesh and strapping leather. Gaunlets and arm gaurds. A solid metal chest plate with chainmesh down over her stomach and sides. Cracking her neck as she pulls the Eskrima sticks from the back of her waisteline. He wanted it. He was gonna get it.

Lance Agrana didnt wear much of anything as he had just got his new cloths and didt want them to be torn apart from the fighting that was about to take place knowing Lance's fighting style. "Come, lets give them a show..." the black echidna was only wearing the old pair of pants that he had, already ripped in places and had a small burn along the bottums of them, he didnt wear anything too great as he didnt want to make it look good he was just there to fight. "So Demoan... your the taller one and have home feild advantage, why dont we let you go first?" Lance took his steps into the blood feild from the walk way under the arena to the middle of the feild with his back to the gawdy looking piller in the center of the ring, keeping his back to something to start with.

Demoan Syndel never cracked a smile nor said a word. Her go first? Cause shes taller? Nice move prickels junior. And she was never one to scoff at a invatation. With that she would circle him slowly. Changing from right to left and dart in seeming to go left but fakes a right dropping to one knee when she was close. Her other leg being her right leg would snap out in a leg sweep. If succeeded it would tople him and her left leg would then lash out attempting to plant the toe of that solid boot to his ass to give him a little idea of what Sputnik was all about. If her Right missed that left would still come in but most likely sweep his legs simpley topleing the Echidna.

Lance Agrana growled as he hunkered down and waited for her attacks... she didnt look anything speacial but she had a good reputation so wasnt going to take it easy on her at all. He watched her dive in and crack on his legs with her kick and that would have him up in the air and start to roll, though it hurt his leg rolling is the last thing anyone would want an echidna to be doing. Lance made himself into a ball and would attempt to bounce off her within his spirol of quills... hit or no he would bounce back up and latch himself to the piller before throwing himself down with great force with the clawed knuckle paw heading right for her from above.

Demoan Syndel Ball? Yeah go figured mini me goes to playground games in the middle of his ass being kicked. As she was down and his lil bouncy self would come down she got nothing from it. That chainmesh wasnt so easy to put anything through let along quills. As he jumped on the pillar she was up and facing him already drawing back when the knuckles came. Taking the shot to her cheek with a snit of sorts from her nose as she brought up the Eskrima sticks. The right side ways aiming to cloths line him with it right in the throat and the second aiming to ram blunt point end first into his chest. If a man cant breath his ass cant fight for long. And even as the cheek began to burn from his punch she was hopping to use his own attack against him as he came down dead wieght.[goes for roll]

Lance Agrana flicked away the first attack simply with his free paw and would only take the second, feeling that she had some force about her strike as well as using his own force to make it even more painful. Lance would fall back a moment to recover from the blunt strike to the sternum, his body may have been small and strange but it could take its share of beatings. "alright so your not as bad as I thought you where..." Lance would not use his power as a Time Space Witch to fight her since that would be out of the rules of a night crow... but insted he would just throw himself at her as his knuckles dragged through the dirt while he ran toward her, swinging his clubbed fist up to try and nail her in the face while the other clawed paw would take a swipe at her gut this all in one jump.

Demoan Syndel felt the sound slam of his paw to her gut and that got him the gruff snort of a noise as she ducks under the other fist . A slight half step back of her right foot even from the blow to her stomach. But that didnt keep her from agian using his own movements as her right foot lifts returning forward to attempt to land a full upward knee kick to his lower ribs. That would drive them upward if she made contact. Thai fighting her second love. And as that knee came up so did her oposite Elbow swining across as the Eskrima stick lays back over her forarm making that Elbow that much harder should it find the bridge of his nose or jaw which she was aiming for.

Lance Agrana grabed her knee when she tried to strike at him with it, as well as just bairly tucking his head back to avoid the stick to the face... she was pretty good with the counter attacks but a little slow, purhaps he was doing more damage then he thought. Lance used this moment to tuck into the sawblade of a ball again and drive himself right at her chest with more force then before to speed up his rolling rate making so that his spines would equil that of steel... and from his barrage of spines out he would pop with a strong kick aimed up at her jaw and should this all work, if this didnt knock her off kilter then something was just wrong here.

Demoan Syndel took a step back to avoid his little ball like hopes of blood spilling. And as he tried to go all sonic the hedge hog on her she lept into the air using her right foot to even use him for a step as she lept hight hitting feet first off the top of the center pillar and into a back flip. His kick met air. But that left him feet up for her to use the sticks in hopes with a quick slashing to make him open his legs. If he did that right foot and 135 pounds of her and her fighting gear were coming down heal first into his groin. If he didnt open the legs. Well the stomach would work too.

Lance Agrana felt her hit this same leg that she had kicked before while he was in mid air... that enough to get his attention he would push off her falling foot and give him enough to land onto the gravel [?] floor... though his knee now was starting to really hurt him and slow him down... that last hit made him have to take a knee for a bit to let the pain subside. "that was a dirty tactic." he would growl at her and show but exitement of just being in a fight after being so long. Lance couldnt move too well but he didnt have to get close to her to attack, the quills about his shoulders spray forth toward her as to turn him into a living pin missle launcher.

Demoan Syndel landed on her feet. Only to find him spewing quills like some kind of exploding chia pet . A groul was let out as one took solid in her side just missing her kidney but was enough to hurt like a muther fucker. Her arms worked quickly and wrists twisting several times rather eye bluring in movments as the Eskrima sticks crackles knocking away most all of the quills except the one in her side and the second one that slashes her cheek open. Eyes snapping coldly to him as the blood was drawn. First blood? Yes .......... Last? Not on a bet. Her right hand wrapping three fingers to that quill in her side ripping it free with a yelp of pain . But a sick grin was on her face. How was he to know she liked pain.... With a quick step and hop as he was on his knee. She took a snapping twist throwing her body around attempting to heal kick him in the lower jaw. While her right hand attempts to stack him in the neck with his own quill.

Lance Agrana stopped growling as his needles seemed to take their tole on her body making this a colorful match up indeed... he took his time to recover and not a moment too soon as she came flying at him yet again... Lance had started to get into this fight and would meet her kick with a duck of his head so she would miss compleately thus messing up her other strike. "You should have Brody look at that." he said while going to rake his claws down her back as well reach for her foot that had tried to attack him, his mobility was down but as long as she continued to attack he could still win. Should he grab at her foot he would use it like a leaver to smack her body into the ground, though such grabs often mess up.

Demoan Syndel mess up indeed as her foot was grabbed. Yeah the kick and attempt to stab him missed. And his grab on her foot now her own leaver as her body snap rolls mid air backwards missing those gouging claws. And left foot up in a atempt to toe kick his lower jaw with that steel toe gaurd as her form rolls into a rear summer sault and would come down onto her right foot and spin left into a side kick aiming that steel reinforced heal.... Right for the pretty face . The spin sending the blood from her side spraying the walls like a sick air brush of sorts.

Lance Agrana yelped as she had got in him the head with her kick... that hurt greatly as it tossed him to the wall leaving his head cracking against the stones... yeah.. that one hurt. Lance shook his head a moment while he put a paw on it to get the little fuzzies to go away, it would work better for him if he could keep only seeing one of everybody and not start seeing double. "Ow... thats gonna be felt tommarow..." Lance stood and would run over to her again leaving his clubbed paw to be aimed at her gut where the quill hit, but his other was a more unothadox move as he would lunge his head in to try and bite her on her neck.

Demoan Syndel tried to duck out of the way of that swing to her injured side. Though not quick enough catching some of the blow. Which caused her to slightly double over and luckily under his snapping jaws. Enough was enough and this was carrying out far longer then she wanted. As he was all up into his bite stance her right hand thrusts out grabbing for his balls and if she got them nut cracker city cause the little bitch had strength in those hands. Moral had already found that out. The left hand would go for the throat agian to grab clich and hold as she would try to throw them both over putting him under her back first to drive his quills into the floor and dead

Lance Agrana pushed himself away from her grabbing hands... taking a small breather while she seemed to be in pain from the attack, just getting a moment to get a little energy back. "Your still not taking this siriously." he would growl and tuck half way into a ball again, keeping off his leg as much as he could so that he could be able to use it when he really needed to. Again Lance would go for a needle attack, having sending many of his quills out at her for a sharp suprise though unlike last time he himself would follow up the attack and run at her, reaching his clawed paw up to grab for her face and if she was too slow, then he would be using her head to polish the floor.

Demoan Syndel lept up and over his head. Quills spraying the pillar behind where she had stood. Injured leg? You bet your ass she would use it. One quill laying on the ground and right handed she would attempt to stab it right into his Akillies tendon. Her left foot riseing up and a quick upper cut kick with her shoulder on the ground aiming for his throat. If she made it. he would find himself joining his quills on the pillar as well.

Lance Agrana felt himself get hit, spining a little as he would land back first into the pillar leaving him to drop to his head again onto the ground... things where looking bad for him... yes he can take a beating but just continueing and continueing like this was starting to even slow him down. Lance rolled over onto his side and picked himself up, getting pretting tired about now as he took a small trick out of the hat. Lance reached into the floor like it was water, and pulled up a chain in that had an axe on the end, though the blade came up from under Demoan herself... He was using this like a distraction while he shot more quills at her, he was getting tired and starting to feel his body wearing down. "I refuse to give up..."

Demoan Syndel grouls as the pillar didnt last long and another shot of them damn quills came blasting at her. The Eskrima sticks twirling agian in that bluring crackle sending most all of them away. One glancing her thigh . The other her right shoulder but flesh wounds were like rubbing her clit. All you got was a pur and that wicked gaze. And with that she took to a breaking dash into him . Her body snapping over to its side mid air and feet first towards him in a effort to perform and flying drop kick to his head. As her body drops so would one of the Eskrima sticks in hand blunt end with her fist right onto of his knee cap of that damaged leg. [rolls]

Lance Agrana felt her feet smash into his head... he had about had it, this was going to be all that he could take. As blood started to come from his nose and mouth now from all the head tramma that he had taken in this fight and it could be seen in his limbs when he found the strength to stand back up again... he was like a leaf in the wind as he wabbled there not alowing himselfto go down without at least giving his all... Almost slowly Lance would run over to her again exosted from the fighting and body starting to crumble from the pressure. "I wont, give up..." he would mumble out as he would heave his heavy fist at her chest, not getting high enough for her head as the other paw went to rake at her legs on his way down.

Demoan Syndel ducked the flailing blow. Yeah she could see it. he was like a quarter in a candy store. "Spent" And with the duck came the upper cut of her right elbow to smash into his temple as the right is brought around going for the bridge of his nose. Either could deal the final shot. or not. His words still un responded too verbaly.

Lance Agrana grunted as he moved his arm up to take the blow of the attacks but he didnt have enough to keep his feet and he would fall to the ground now, done as a burnt cupcake. Lance was out like a light and couldnt go on his mind was trapped in the mind track as his body stopped working for him now. He would be stuck in his own world until his body took the time to heal up and beable to move again as the only movement he would give that showed that he wasnt dead was his slow soft breaths while he was face down on the ground.

Demoan Syndel watched him fall over and tilts her head. " See all that talking and ya wasted your breath. " That was all she had to say as she turns dragging herself up over the rail with a grunting groan. Flopping to the other side and standing holding her bloody side. She spat out some dirt from the match and shook her head as she moved towards Zia.

[Demoan Syndel]

Demoan Syndel would seem to come out of no where from the darkness of the hallway. Her foot falls oddly clunky and just steps. Tuesdays actions sent her mind reeling as she now felt like hell. And still her ass didnt feel real great from the welt left on it. Her eyes scanning those about as the leather clad form stopped for not even a briefest full second before her eyes fell upon Pyron. Hearing him bloating off to some one else agian as always. And she moved rather fast and with a precises skip leap and jump over the corner of the bar . Her right arm drawing back and then flying out balled fist aiming right for Pyrons mouth. The inuendos she had fucked him. The constant picking at her. And now the pain he caused just to be the big funny egomaniac all just came to a head combined with this latests bout of shit slung on her shoulders by Tuesday. So if Py wanted a fight he was gonna get it. Seemed like his actions since day one were just all atempts to push her trigger. Well it had been pushed.

The Hott Pyron hadn't heard or seen Dem coming all day. However it was probably to be expected if one thought about it. He had just givin an explanation as to the workings of his power. He wasn't looking for a fight. Well unfortunately, Yesterdays twisted incident had followed through. A weary look up as he heard the pitter patter of her feet and eyes widen as the last thing he saw was a fist headed his way. There was no time... there was no will to just be gone in a woosh of flames. There was only her fist. And it spoke volumes of frustration that coursed through him as she connected the blow on his face. It sent him out of his stool and skidding across the floor. His shoulder catching a stool and bringing it down atop him. The weight of the stool was nothing in comparison to the blow that just sent him several feet. <c>
The Hott Pyron He lay on the floor... the weight of reality currently didn't register and he just layed there for a moment. A hand batted the empty stool away. His senses were reeling. His ears rang! She had really knocked him for a loop. Pain coursed through his face as he lay and finnally registered he'd been struck by a fist... A hand moved to his face as he tried to sit up. Seeing Dem on the bar her fist poised for after having struck him. He winced a little and rubbed his face. " The fuck was that for!" He demanded belatedly. He transformed pain into anger and let it fuel him... He was starting to get up. He ignored everyone else. <end>

Demoan Syndel was already sporting the welt on her ass. And the cheek and eye still swollen. A broken heart was just a internal thing no one would see. Crouched on the bar and in very much the unpleasentest of moods. Her fist was already drawn back for another go as she lept from the counter hitting feet first. A snarl of words to his question." I scream your name? " She cracked her neck as a most godly sick expression contorts her face." Well you asked if I wanted a hot piece of py....... Get up bitch you just got your answer." She made a quick step forward only to flip and summersault over his head as she walked towards the Arena." IF your man enough that is." Kicking a chair out of her way. The door to the Arena? Was opened of coarse. Thought entierly doubtfull the pieces of it would make much more then fire wood .

The Hott Pyron words registered in his mind as she asked him that first question. He had no clue what she was talking about. When she mentioned hot piece of Py he got what she was going for. She was pissed at him for all the times he came onto her. They seemed meaningless besides just to goad her to like him. And he remembered what she was talking about. Jehan had asked his name when he was in his electrokenisis form and he had replied. 'That's the name Dem and Ais screams. " It was a sexual inuendo but he didn't know she'd be so pissed about such a playful thing. None of it was ever meant to harm. He watched her flip over him. And challenge his manhood especially in the arena. <C>The Hott Pyron Flames seeped from his skin and licked at his flesh. Dem had done it now. How dare she turn around his playfullness into something as tangible as him demeaning her. He didn't care she was a female. She had challenged him and that put them on an even play field. He hopped up to his feet this bitch had it coming!

Demoan Syndel :was sitting in the Arena . In a meditation form in the middle of the pit. Back turned to all . There would be ripples in what flesh you could see through the leather and chains. Her head tilting from side to side as the sick s ound of her neck cracking his heard. And like some kind of zen like movment her legs unfold pushing her striaght up without using her arms to add. Her hands go to her sides as she pulls out the twin nickel 45s and spins them with a precision . She was no stranger to fighting of any kind. And the guns would be flipped into the air only to be caught and hug by the finger gaurds on the pillar. Taking a step back her form still not facing anyone as she spoke two words and they were loud and with conviction." Bring it!"

The Hott Pyron was fueling his flame as he approached the arena. He was walking outside of it watching her meditate before heading down stairs and then back up to the arena. However upon entering the arena she was wielding guns! There was no thought, only trained action. He'd fought his share of fights and knew that guns were a deadly tide turner. They now hung on the post. He ran to her left in a semi circle towards the pillar however he was coming around for her. Both hands moved to the ground as he slid left foot first at Dem. This was just an opening and since both of his hands were on the ground he would be able to gaurd against most physical attacks from her. Not to mention his positioning was that of strategy. He wanted to try and force her to a corner and away from the pillar.

Demoan Syndel was motionless as he swept in from the side. hands to the ground and a leg slide toward her? He could gaurd nothing without breaking the laws of gravity and dropping himself should he raise so much as a hand to gaurd anything. And that small form lept up and with a her right foot she would come down aiming for that oncoming left knee. Should she contact it would be smashed under her wieght and the gravled floor of the Arena. Her left foot a simple side snap kick aiming right for his head. Dem was a world class Thai and Eskrima fighter. Not to mention bar room brawler. But Py? He didnt know her history.

The Hott Pyron smirked as most people went for the maiming blow to the knee or ankle. It was bait for the trap he would set. Dem was no acception. Pyron had trained his body well enough to know it's limitations. His right knee was to his chest and he would use it to push just a little bit, enough to get him away from the fata injury. Where her foot would stomp the ground not far from his knee, however her other foot snapped in a kick caught his face in a glancing blow. He turned hard, his right foot aimed for the side of her right knee with the intent to either break it or push her enough to trip over his left foot. " Agh!!!!"

Demoan Syndel wasnt baited at all. How many people boasting bit balls of bullshit pull newbie moves like Pys first if thier not up to something? Yep she fed his ego by going for that knee. But his mistake was assuming she was stupid enough to be so blaitently baited. See for him to come back in with that right knee ment he had to come close quarters agian. And since his left knee was by her foot and well yes she took some of that kick to her right knee. But only as her hip shifts allowing him to catch the back of it and use his kick for momentum. Thai fighers use knee and elbow. So her knees arnt as easily injured as one would think. So the kick taken to the back of her right knee would cause her to flip backwards into a snaproll which turns hand stand and with that a power snap of her body to the right and into a open leg twist. [continued]Demoan Syndel: Commenting called a shoulder round house. Her left foot coming in first to aim for his face or head. The right foot to fallow quickly coming in lower. Should he duck the left well his bad luck puts his head in range of the right. Should he be hit by the first the right would take his chest or lower. And since one legs on the ground and the others in air for that kick of his. he wasnt going to be performing any fancy leg springs away any time soon.

The Hott Pyron Dem was right he didn't know her past and had assumed the sweet pretty thing put him off for a reason. Her skill kept rising and where most would have a broken right knee. Like water she moved with the events of the fight. And instead his right foot had caught the back of her knee where it would only add to her momentum. She had moved backwards. And rolled clear where she could get to her feet. During her roll he landed his right foot and grunted as his powerful upper body flex. Fists striking the ground hard enough to make dents in the gravel. The simple action pushed him into the air. <c>
The Hott Pyron It was bad to underestimate your opponent and now he knew what she was talking about when she said he had to earn her liking of him. The rise was clipped short by her left round house That struck his broad back which put him onto his feet. He gritted his teeth as her next kick caught him in the chest. He radiated his power to his back so as not to be put down on the floor again so he could remained standing. Instead he slid a good bit on his feet and stood there huffing with the blows. <end>

Demoan Syndel kept that snap twist right into a side roll and up to her feet. Standing facing him. Knees bent slightly and arms to her side in fists that rest on her hips. Her head slightly down and eyes focused on him. Her tail curled then snapped like a whip in the air. This wasnt about earning anything. This was about putting his ass where his mouth was. Her middle finger raising on her right hand then wiggling in that come here fashion as she spoke agian two simple words." Bring it."

The Hott Pyron He calmed his breathing and slid into a fighting stance himself. He breathed in at her gesture. He was focusing his energies. Left foot forward and right foot back, both hands up to guard. He breathed in again to calm himself. At that point he was fueling himself. She was using some powerful kicks. A point of finesse... he knew what he had to do now. He moved in just out of her range. A fiery look in his ember eyes as he drew back his right hand blatantly telegraphing a punch. Albeit a fast punch he moved in to strike. His body in a follow through motion. Grounded as he was, a classic boxers reverse punch.

Demoan Syndel: ok clearifying here. So he used one hand to punch and did nothing with the other? And where did his punch go ?]

The Hott Pyron:

Demoan Syndel was in that stance (see last post) as the punch came for her. Him having took on that Left foot forward and right foot back boxer or fist fighting stance. Her body simpley melts like liquid in movment as she leans back and her knees bend more letting her body fall into a bridged fashion. He had moved in for his strike and although she caugh some of that punch to her right breast as she falls back there would be a grunt. But heres where it was his mistake. Now the girl is bridged over backwards with powerfull legs already bent. And hes stepped into range having thrown that punch with his legs partly spread and his other arm gaurding his upper body. So what would you think would happen?[continued]Demoan Syndel: You got it. That right leg snap kicks striaght out as he stepped in and POW solid steel toed boot right to the nuts. It was like clocks work. That little stance of hers left her open for only one good atack and everyone fell for it and went for the upper body and that little stance left her one hundred and thirty seven ways to use thier attack on them. Once that leg had snap kicked she simpley drop back first to the ground . rolled to the left and right back up into that stance agian. And once more. " Bring it."

The Hott Pyron anticipated a great number of options she had. He had telegraphed his punch for a reason. And the number one reason he went high is so that she could go low. She'd used a great number of kicks during this fight already and anticipated his punch would only be followed up with more. Left hand dropped in time to guard the crotch shot. A debilitating attack. However she dropped and rolled back and he followed up very aggressively. Having not been hit once she is coming up from the roll his right foot springs from the ground. The speed and intensity increasing as he stayed close not wanting her legs to come into play again his right knee rising as she was rising from her roll he was aiming for her jaw, hoping to strike with enough force to KO her on his follow up and her recovery.

Demoan Syndel was feeling the bit of pain in her tit. And we will back post her coming up since her already being up was negated by the now rising knee toward her jaw. So yep that was gonna leave a mark and since she was THAT close she couldnt use legs she simpley did as fallows. The knee to her jaw sent her head snapping to the side as she was coming up. Since not fully up as any good Thai fighter would she used the full potential of her art. Her body would turn with the blow which would make her moving to the left and a full shoulder block would rise up into his groin as powerfull legs shove her up and into him. Even as she let out a grouling yelp her arms would wrap his right bent leg which would prevent him from unfolding it as she shoulder blocks his groin and lifts using this same momentum to lift twist and snap him over towards the ground in a move wrestlers would commenly call a shoulder over power bomb.[continues]Demoan Syndel: And as he would hit the ground she would still be attached to that right leg in a shoulder drop right into said groin. Dazed by the knee to her face. And oddly suckly it was the same side he made her hit off the stove counter last night which caused her swollen cheek to split wide open. The fog in her head attempting to be shaken off as she pushes off and rolls to the side resting on her knees and hands grumbling shaking her head trying to clear it .

The Hott Pyron grunted in frustration as her shoulder came up into his groin. He grunted loudly as she rose with him. Her powerful legs driving her up. He could do nothing to block now. It had been an effort to stop the fight. However she showed an endless persistance in lifting his heavy form off the ground and into the air and came into a power bomb in which her shoulder was still in his groin. He yelped in pain and as she rolled out of of his lap in a daze he curled and turned end over end and ended up kneeling and rocking his upper body back forth holding his groin... He felt like he was about to cough the poor boys up.... His chest still hurt from that strike... not so much has back... and his face was showing swelling from that sucker punch earlier. " NNNghhh... " He continued rocking and keeping his eyes on her.

Demoan Syndel spit out a wad of bloody spital. A string of it hanging from her lip to the ground as she slowly moved up to her feet. He had even managed to losen a few teeth with that knee. Her right hand reaching up rubbing over her cheek and then pulling away to see the blood. A good deal of it too. Maybe now he had a clearer understanding of why she was the Champion here. And maybe moreso why she didnt run around boasting about it all the time to everyone. When you were a true to heart champion you didnt need to brag and flex. Actions spoke for themselves. And her small form would turn her back on him. Speaking as she moved towards the rail." Get yourself looked at. Your done."

The Hott Pyron clenched his eyes shut as she moved to the rail. His left hand moving out and he clawed at the gravel. The pain in the groin immence. He grunted in exasperated frustration at the pain that was nearly cripping as he leaned forward trying to get up. He spoke through clenched teeth as she was moving way... " What's that... moving away already.... " He hissed through his teeth as the pain burned. " So that's it.... a cheap shot to the groin on .... " He clenched his teeth tighter. " All male competitor and... ngh... you can just walk out and .... call yourself the champ... Cheap shot champion.. " He clawed at the gravel with his left hand wanting to stand amidst the emmence pain.

Demoan Syndel stopped dead in her tracks at his words. Just the kinda thing she would have expected from a inexpierenced whelp. She didnt cheap shot him she used his own stupidity agianst him. And up untill now she hadnt even put her hardest fight into it. But seemed he couldnt take a lesson and learn from it. Her form spun on one foot. She turned facing him. Legs fully stright and arms to her sides. Head tilting downwards as her fingers splay out feathering her thighs." Alright sugar smacks. Since you seem to think so little of this then lets just finish it. And when its over............ ITs over."

at this point the fight ended with OOC drama. Sad as it is. But theres the script

[Demoan Syndel]

Quincy Tollesion shakes his head in wonderment as Valen and then Sheymus interferes with this "May the Goddess have mercy on us all "he says as he stands and makes his way to Wrath Muttering half heard prayers under his breath he adds "I would seriously suggest that no one follow us "he says as he reaches the door
Caitriona Deltair@s ears stay flat and flinches when she hears Valen yell. She stays quiet and ducks down, hiding under the bar, her head and the fingers of her paws being the only thing peaking out from below the counter. Cait@s eyes open and close with each sudden movement, never seeing so much anger and hatred before and prayed to the Gods that her demon wouldn@t be released with all of the terrible emotion filling the room. She quickly turns her head and looks to her left shoulder then sighs in relief when realizing that her thick black marks that reside there haven@t started to spread yet. Cait continues to watch the employees, golden orbs darting from furre to furre as they speak while her tail curls tightly around her waist, the end flicking nervously.

Valen Hookeye takes the collar in his paws as he is simply pushed to the side, the feeling of minisculity overwhelming him as he flumped back onto his rump with a whimper. He was powerless to stop any of this and as his ears fell and his tail went limp he nodded as he clutched the collar gently, "Yes...I will Dem...I'm sorry for interferring.." He looked to her and bit to his tongue tightly as he tried to speak once more. "Just...keep the bandana..." He wanted her to at least have something that might help her, even if it was a pathetic piece of cloth. Standing and still holding the collar like it was the holy grail he padded off towards the sloth area, whimpering and powerless at the moment.

Sheymus wasn't in much mood to watch a fight today, but he didn't hae much else to do. At that, make pushed himself away from the cupboard, turning to head out from behind the bar and over torwards where Quincy had disappeared inisde the Wrath's doors, soft grin still on lips. On way pass, a hand reached to bar's counter, grabing nearby 7's napkin from it, crumbling it up between fingers gently. Right as he was to disappear him, male paused to take longish sip from water bottle once nore and then does just that. Disappears, quickly sliping up steps to find take empty seat that hovers above the arena floor, waiting for the fight to start.

Demoan Syndel as Valen exited she sighs inwardly. She would make this up to him later. But right now there seemed to be something Quincy had to have and he would get it. She tied the bandana around her neck as a slow low groul radiates from her chest. The flames that consume her gave off no heat and burned nothing. Ember and ashin eyes now opening as she cracks her neck and gets a very sadisticly vile smirk on her lips. Her wings snap and she laufts into the air and soaring for Wrath.
Quincy Tollesion makes his way into the arena in an extremely calm maner only pauseing to remove his shirt as he did so looking very much like a boxer except with more colorful shorts as he takes a spot in the center of the room he says simply "So then are there any ground rules you want to set ?" he asks her politely while noting that unfortunely there would be an audience for this
Demoan Syndel: Rules are simple oocly IF you got magics or special abilities they get listed upfront. Theres no use of flght of any kind during the fight and if you have weapons they too have to be disclosed upfront. *goes to list them*]
Demoan Syndel: Infernalist, Hell Fire Demon, Increased Strength , Dexterity , Celarity, And Regeneration. All gained by regularly drinking the Vitea of Joseph, Aura Perception, Obfewskate and iron will. Brb going to set the entry emit.]
Demoan Syndel: got any upfronts?]
Quincy Tollesion: [fair enough Quincy is a Shaman and A Lycanthrope and noted by his discription Being a Were-Cheetah he can move extremely fast and at this point has had time to say a few prayers on his behalf and one on Dems behalf as well and is a rather experenced demon and vampire hunter soo......]
Demoan Syndel: If your gonna call spells disclose them now. ]
Quincy Tollesion: [ok first is a spell giving him an idea what he is dealing with second is a protection spell agnest mental attacks and third is something that speeds his natural regeneration and the one to protect Dem is a simple spell keeping him focused ]
Demoan Syndel: Alright good Luck ]

Demoan Syndel would sweep in and fold her wings dropping into the arena as she flexes her hands. talons flareing like black pikes on her fingers. She would open her eyes once more and they would be pure yellow flicking orbs of rolling boiling flame. She smiled. One talon curling outward as she spoke." Bring it cupcake. I got eternity."
Quincy Tollesion chuckles "You wanted this and it seemed the best way to protect the patrons ...but if you insist "he says as he reaches into a pocket and producing a penny flicks it at her casually it was merely an annoyence even at the best of times and as an attack it was downright laughable
Demoan Syndel watchs the penny and even as it neared her left hand would raise and with a split seconds eye blink it would go molten and then complete disintagrations in a whisp of flash as she smirks." Seems your the one who called the fight boy. You have all these big words of Deminance and here you are a penny flinging whelp." She stepped up closer to him. Well within a arms reach and puts her hands behind her back clasping them together and tilts her chin up and to the side." Free shot kitten. That is if you have the balls to put your ass where your big mouth is. "
Quincy Tollesion shrugs "well if you insist "he says as he lays in a quick right aimed at her sternium intending to drive the air and therefore the fight out of her It was if anything a well thought out move and while not going all out it was still enough of a hit to crack a cinderblock while not exposing himself or overcommiting should she not be true to her word and sidestep
Demoan Syndel gave him his free shot. Though she wasnt new to this. And as his punch would take to her sternum she would exhale and also fold herself back around his nice lil punch. Sure it hurt but thats what Dexterity is for. Exhaling keeps the diaphram from locking up on a sternum shot but he probably had assumed she wasnt as skilled as the trophies all over the bar had implied. And as he side stepped she would let out a pretty angry groul from the pain and he would find himself met with her form turning and bringing up her elbow to repay the favor in a turn elbow jab if she connected he would be calling the movers to find out what truck he just stepped infront of.. Though a bit more pointedly then a fist and she wasnt going to hold back as she would then keep turning to bring herself facing him should he be feeling the effects of a sledghammer like elbow smash or not.
Quincy Tollesion took in her mesure as she managed to shrug off his punch it told him a few thiings one was how hard to hit her the second was how good she was But as a quick reactin to seeing the incoming Elbow he turned himself spinning low in a classic Kung Fu spinning leg sweep ending the spin and turning to continue to face her assumeing the sweep was unsuccessful this time in low stance
Demoan Syndel seemed to be slow . Ok so she would step it up a notch and with less then a eyes blink she could call upon her own speed. And his little leg sweep would be met. Curling her legs as if to hop over it. But instead on the down side her right foot would snap out down and attempt a crushing blow to his knee or shin. The left a side snap kick aiming for his face or neck area. Either way she would be landing on the right foot hit or miss and her speed was a blur to mosts vision. Even if he was fast theres only so much speed and movment one could do in so little of time.
Quincy Tollesion tooks the glanceing blow along his leg from her stomp as he finished the remains of his turn as that movement also made her head shot glance off of the back of his head he still ended up in a low crouch baceing her looking at her witha slight grin "Hmmm not bad 'he says as he faces her this time waiting for her to make a move

Demoan Syndel smiled at his obviously superior speed and knowlage of fighting. It almost discouraged her in a way how easily she was so pathaticly useless in the arts of fighting. His little crouching wait though inspired her to just get with the program and give him something to realy smirk for, Since he had no idea what all forms of fighting she knew. And he obviously had no premeditative influences. So she would take his lil challange in a bouncing half circle like a drunken monkey with arms waving about and her bouncing was randonly inconsistant to any orthodox form of fighting. She then dove as if just head first arms out diving at him. Now this dive gave him three options . Go up. To the right or the left. Cause if he went back she would still reach him with those elongated talons. What he also couldnt have premeditated was the sudden and extremely fast addition of a wrestling move called a Lita Konya Rana. Thats when the dive became the hat trick and [continued]
Demoan Syndel: her body snaps over throwing her legs to wrap his head neck or torso and then use that momentum of the snap over she would flip over him gripping said areas and then snap her own body wieght over and that in turn would pick him UP and flip him over her to be released and land upside down. Shoulders head neck would be the normal landing .

Quincy Tollesion was taken slightly by Surprise as she made a series of seemingly nonsenensal moves ending with her mad dash towards him expecting to take the hit and counter he was doublely surprised to find her legs wrapped around her and was even more surprised to find him self airborne with a piece of cloth in his claws torn most likely from her pands as his conter was attempted he hoped to hit a major atrery as he slashed but he was unsure as he landed on his back and side being half way thru his righting reflex

Quincy Tollesion was taken slightly by Surprise as she made a series of seemingly nonsenensal moves ending with her mad dash towards him expecting to take the hit and counter he was doublely surprised to find her legs wrapped around her and was even more surprised to find him self airborne with a piece of cloth in his claws torn most likely from her pands as his conter was attempted he hoped to hit a major atrery as he slashed but he was unsure as he landed on his back and side being half way thru his righting reflex

Demoan Syndel when she landed from performing the rana she would continue to roll up to her feet and keep the momentum going not even slowing as she twisted her body to the side and would deliver a extremely powerfull right hook to either his face or neck and and fallow through to add a knee lift from the same side in the twisting motion that would head right for his chest or Sternum area as she was letting out a very loud groul of pain since she was still nude she had no pants for him to tear and it would be flesh . Though he could have only reached her sides or legs with his slash so the likely hood of any aterial damage was nill. She would be bleeding perfusly and even at that the healing would already be starting. if eather blow connected he wouldnt have even made it all the way up yet.

Quincy Tollesion noted that it was flesh he was holding not cloth as she moved for her follow up he continued his roll and regaind his feet winceing slightly only to be confronted with a right k hook and a knee he took the hit to the face allowing the momentum to carry him into a spinning backfist as eh spit out a bit of blood from the impact on his face the knee to the chest just didnot connect solidly as he was already spinning hoping the back fist would connect with her head if not he was ready with his next move

Demoan Syndel: was a profession thai fighter. Thai fighting was a form of kick boxing. It was also the art of Defencive attack. And as his back fist would come that would leave that side completely open. And since he was using the already established momentum That back fist would be taken. And as it was her body would naturaly lean forward as it came to the back of her head. In Doing so it was a loud groul of pain as her hands touch the ground. Her body pivots on her hips and her foot would come up over and deliver and heal kick with utmost force and added speed to his chest neck and hopefully throat. At the apex of the kick and since she was already pretty much upside down her hips snap to the right and her legs would part showering the walls with blood since the first wound wasnt healed fully yet and as she did the other heal would take aim for a body shot in a spiral kick that would end in a full tucking summersault rolling up into her on her feet with her back to him.

Quincy Tollesion was ready for the counter somewhat as he endured the hits to his torso with an Audable Goran she would feel claws tearing at her heel on the third strike to his face as he knew enough to use his left to block after a backfist her opsite kick also landed on his ribs moved him with the impact and probably cracked a few ribs but neither of these make up for the fact that she had left her back exposed to him Moving foward with the swiftnes the same speed that allowed him to jog at highway speeds he moved up and just claw tapped her ont the back of the neck between the second and third Vertabre just touching her enough so that she knew he had done so

Demoan Syndel didnt move as she seemed to stand there completely vulnerable to what ever he would do. The tapping claw was felt. Yet it did nothing more the set him up for her. Since she was still bleeding from the torn out section of her leg. Now the removal of flesh from her heal and had a nice head ache it would be now he would be reminded she was also in heat and up till this point used nothing more then physical atributes. Jogging at highway speeds may get you friendly with motorists but it didnt get you points with a pissed off female who was wounded and in heat. At that moment of being touched she would move and with a blinding speed stright up with a leap and snap over forward thrusting her legs out planting both feet firmly into his chest. Since one had to be within arms length to touch those legs were more then long enough to preform a standing mule kick. Which would land her in a hand stand almost to the inch of where she lept up from. her legs out planting both feet firmly into his chest. Since one had to be within arms length to touch those legs were more then long enough to preform a standing mule kick. Which would land her in a hand stand almost to the inch of where she lept up from. her legs out planting both feet firmly into his chest. Since one had to be within arms length to touch those legs were more then long enough to preform a standing mule kick. Which would land her in a hand stand almost to the inch of where she lept up from.

Quincy Tollesion slid across the floor as a result of this latest kick shakeing his head slightly as if to clear it as he slowly stood coughing up some blood from deep inside he wiped his lips with the back of his hand with a smile "he knew he had successfully counted Coup and no matter how the fight went from here she would have to live with the fact he has been in a position to debilitate her or kill her and did not do so watching her as she stood on her hands panting

Demoan Syndel had nothing to live with. Anyone who had ever watched Demoan fight know she did nothing without reason or use. Her form snapped to the left in a twist and roll dropping to her shoulder and popping up to her feet. The first wound had stopped bleeding and was almost healed by now. The other still very much wide open but it to had slowly begun the regeneration process. Hands both raising to her sides and when done so they would burst into flame. Releasing to full balls of hell fire that would spread wider as the went to either side of him. Niether of which would make contact but only seal his exit. Almost at the very moment they would reach thier desitination she would almost seem to vanish. And with a blur of speed her body would twist and lauch into a full side shoulder block. Knee curling upwards to add to impact should he drop it would most likely connect and if he went up the oposite side face away from him her hand high above her head as all five talon claws hook to catch him.

Quincy Tollesion growled as he saw the fireballs and launched himself foward at full speed hoping for the tackle not seeing her move exactly but he had an idea she would be coming therefore when they impacted it was like two trucks slamming into one another quincy was thrown back into the pillar leaving several cracks in it as he landed and slumps to the ground trying to shake off the stars in his vision as he looked for her

Demoan Syndel was sent back as well by the run in sheer impact alone would have done so. Her taloned toes digging into the graveled floor as she slides back. Picking up her right foot and using it like a stop block when she reachs the wall and pushes off with that same blinding speed agian as she takes full advantage of his disorientation. He was on the ground and she would aproach with that celarity right into a hop open her legs and attempt to perform and full Rodeo that would be like a bronc leap on a horse back to drive his body hard agian into that pillar as her right hook would drop down aiming to add a solid fist to his temperal lobe. Should she hit that fist was like a hammer.

Quincy Tollesion was still shaking off the impact as he hears rather than sees her coming the distinctive sound of running feet on the gravel floor headed towards him so he did the only thing he could think to do twisting sloghtly to catch her in a side kick as she approached he was still taked by the move it was just that his foot claws would tear into her as for the punch it would more then likely catch him on the top of the head rather then the temporal lobe he was still dazed and hurting but he knew he was mending and it was just a matter of time

Demoan Syndel there was that little thing of Demoan never doing anything without reason. Why would she make such a noisy dareing move? She baited the hook and he took it. She was hopeing for him to claw her and thats exactly what he did. Which was put himself in close contact instead of trying to move away. Those claws ripped into her body and as they did she let out a snarling scream of pain. But he seemed to forget she had same said claws. Which now would be lashing out three ways. First would be her own foot claws that would be seeking to sink into his lower body. The talons of her fingers aiming for the upper and the daggers of her wings swinging in like the claw of a crab to snap and plunge into his neck from either side. Adding in the mouth full of pristien spikes at aim at biteing down and ripping into any meat they could find in a ferociouse bite.

Quincy Tollesion grabbed her and with a roar flung her off o him back into the wall with some apperent ease as blood trickled from the slashes on his legs his chest and near his collar bone he stood manting as he fingered the bloody stump where his ear had been suddenly his head was clear as he started healing more fully and rapidly "Allrigth I was trying to keep this Civil But Demoan you are starting to Really Irritate me"he says as he knows that she would have survived being thrown like a fastball into the wall "And I think I have more then proven my point "He says taking a slow step foward and then another "I think we should end this while we are both still breathing Of course I don't expect that as after all you just have to prove yourself "He says as he stands in a relaxed pose bleeding

This is where it ended. Do to god modeing. You decide who you think twinked and who you think took real damage.

[Demoan Syndel]

Demoan Syndel stood near the wall within the confines of the pit. No guns this afternoon. Her Eskrima sticks at her hips and tight mesh gloves on her hands. Thick soled boots with steel toe and heal protectors. Leather pants and top also tight fitting . Hair in a tail and tucked down the back of her shirt. Head tilted downwards as she stood motionless and silent.

Darius Tanaka walks into the pit calm and collected for the most part. Dar had on leather pants, white shirt, fingerless leather gloves for grip and combat boots with steel toe, Bo staff in hand. Friendly competion between two people and Dar hadnt been training for nothing out at the dojo. Long hair was tied into a pony tail and went down his shirt as he would stop and nod to Dem, on warrior to another

Demoan Syndel eyes shifted to Dar and she nods keeping her head lowerd. Her right foot easing to the side a few inchs as her left foot twists slightly outward at the toe. Gravel crunching as the foot shifts. Hands resting open the sticks at her sides as she stands there and spoke." Bring it." Hands curling around the sticks with a stretching sound of the fabric of the gloves. Her tail tucked quickly up and around her waist out of the way.

Darius Tanaka took a breath then let it out slowly. Feet would be spred apart a few inches allowing him to get enough kick behind moving foward. Ears twtiched at Dems words and Dar would bring the bo staff to his side. Muscles would tense and Dar would run forward with a crunch of gravle and a small dust pile, and leap into the air. Risky move but he would bring the staff up and slam it down towards Dems head hard. SHould the staff connect with her head there would be a sickining crack as Dar would land on his feet before her.

Demoan Syndel brought the sticks up crossing them above her head catching the staff and with a twist of hands would lock it in place. Right foot raising and thrusting out with a side kick as her hips rotate which would provide a healthy kick to Dars midsection should he be there upon impact. The staff still locked withing the grasp of the sticks would give him few choices as to getting his weapon loose. Once the kick was placed her foot would hit the ground and hips rotate and the left would be drawing up for same such a kick also bringing her forwards one step .

Darius Tanaka felt the impact of the sticks onto his staff from the vibrations running into his arm. Damn locked into place he had few choices to get it free it seemed. Dar would loosen his hands some allowing the staff to slip through them which wuold allow Dar to get closer to Dem inside the kick that was aimed at his midsection and before the other kick would even get off. THe kick would hit somewhat but with him being even closer the kick wouldnt be as strong though he would feet the knee and shin which would make him grimice slightly. With Dems sticks above her head holding his staff Dar would slam his forhead into Dem's forhead in an attempt to ether cause her damage and realse his staff or to plain outright make her move releasing his staff. SHould the Headbutt hit it would likly stagger her enough that it would realse the staff anyways and send her staggering back.

Demoan Syndel wasnt pleased to see kicks pretty much useless and as he brought in the headbut she would give him his target. Forhead? Not in this life time. Rather she would give him the skullcap in which to place his headbutt. The thickest part of the skull would be what he was hitting. Of coarse it didnt feel very pleasent and did cause her to step back and duck down a bit. The sticks releasing his staff and coming down and in inwards swing each looking to contact sides of his head or neck on both sides. Her left foot planting behind her to brace herself.

Darius Tanaka grimices and he would move his left foot back enough to brace as he relized he would be hitting the skullcap which would hurt like hell and would send pain rippling through his body but it would achevie its task of makeing her step back and releasing the staff. Dar only had seconds before her sticks would connect with his head and neck. Dar would drop to the ground since they were coming down ward and in instead of up and in which would trap him though one would lightly scrap against his head telling him close he could have been.. Dar would hit the ground on his right knee foot behind him tensing somewhat diggin into the gravle and he would keep hold of his staff as he would push off with his foot and attempt to ram his shoulder into Dem's midsection to take her to the ground unless she found a way to dodge it. Should this happen Dar would bring the staff up to choke her out.

Demoan Syndel swivaled her hips and bounced to the left allowing him to push up . Shoulder going into her side and spinning her faster as her left stick would spin and swing down in order to connect with the back of his head just below the occipital lobe or lower base of the skull. The right would spin and brace her entire forarm as she would bring that down to crash at the shoulder blade and spinal area. Her closness to the wall by her original step back would also most likly send him to connect with the all as well since she had bounded to the side and spun her body to let him pass by. She would continue this spin even after her sticks would strike and land facing him from behind and poised for another strike.

Darius Tanaka groans as blinding pain seerd through his head making his vision swim as He felt the stick hit his neck and the other one hit his shoulder blade making it go numb for a moment. Fuck that wasent good. Next thing he knew he hit the wall and grunted. Dar shook his head blinking as the pain would go through his body then he would stand up and turn to face Dem and shake his head. Bringing staff up in a defensive postion. Dar took a shuddering breath and it was clear it would take a few for him to shake off the blows. Dar would shift his feet slowly into a definsive posture as we;;. Dar would use the wall behind him if he could so he wouldnt move just yet. Seemed the fight for him was turning from offensive to defensive.

Demoan Syndel bounced from foot to foot as Dar took his time and got his wits about him once more. Her hands moving steadly as the sticks cross and wier in the air. She gave him time to adjust himself and prepare then bounced in. Right stick twirling then slashs through the air aiming for the temple on the left side of his head. (crossing infront of her) The left stick twirls and slashes down and inward then up towards his right rib cage (also crossed infront ofher) Her left foot stomp kicking towards his right instep. Keeping herself well gaurded yet giving him the option of just what he could spare himself in oncoming pain.

Darius Tanaka got his wits for the most part and would raise the staff somewhat as he watched her bounce towrds him and twirled those damn sticks of hers in front of her and went for his temple and his ribs then would stomp towrds his foot. Dar quickly looked at his options, stepped in and jabbed his staff foward between and under her arms heading for the solar plexus though this would be a fient as he would slam the staff up tilting it in two efforst. one was to break her oncoming attacks with the sticks, the other would to postiion the staff so he could bring the top down across her right wrist and the bottom against her left wrist hard should they hit. Dar moved his foot back though he growls clenching his teeth as Dems foot would stomp into his sending pain up his leg though the combat boot help somewhat

Demoan Syndel got a sick grin on her face suddenly as Dar went for his blocking moves. He made a few fatal mistakes. One he should have moved the foot first. Her stomp kick making contact now allowed her to bring her knee up kick boxer fashion right into his groin. The staff being thrusted inwards did stop her attack but also allowed her to use her right arm to circle it and lock it up giving her left arm freedom to swing back up and across to lay a stick right upside his head or neck. Once those were set into mostion she released the staff and would shove it downwards and outwards with her right arm which might even cause it to pivot enough to hit himself with it in the head or chest. As she bounced back a couple steps and let the wood of her sticks sing in the air as they twirl and she bounces from foot to foot .

Darius Tanaka eyes widen and he knew he was fucked then the pain, oh ya the pain as it flares as he curled up some as Dems knee connected with his groin. All breath would be knocked out of him and then the stick would connect with his head with a sickining crack. Ya this fight was over. The momentum from the hit sent Dar into the ground and he layed there unconsious blood on the side of his head where the stick parted a layer of skin bo staff laying on the ground away from him.

Demoan Syndel eased over and spun the sticks then placed them back at her hips in the slides. She bent poking Dar a few times in the chest." Wakey wakey. " Her foot would touch his staff and with a flick it would flip up into the air and she caught it . Holding it as she looked down to him" Darius... Hello? Ground control to Major Tom"

Darius Tanaka groans as he came to "Fuck, i wonder if i can still have kids" He shook his head and groans as he would move to his back and opend his eyes as his vision would settle somewhat and he looked at Dem "Good fight" He would slowly sit up then attempt to try and get to his feet.

Demoan Syndel held the staff out to him and chuckled." Yeah it was..... but I dont think the staff is your weapon.. " She smilled and shrugged as she looked to him" You should try others." She shrugged again then walked towards the gate." See the medics... And kids? Thats up to Peachi... not me." She giggled and opened the gate and headed out towards the bar.