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Demont inhales deeply as a sense of peace over comes him in the forest. After a moment of glancing at the trees and boughs he shifts his cool gaze down to Aniket, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his blood-stained lips. With a simple nod, Demont’s left hand disappears behind his back, secretly grasping a vile containing a cloudy substance. As he grips the object, Demont’s feet start to carry him foreword and around Aniket in a circle, still keeping his back away from the assassin to hide what ever it is he holds. Coming back around to where he previously stood, he throws the vile foreword in-between the two, creating a thick cloud of smoke. Demont quickly disappears in the diversion and swiftly makes his way around towards Aniket in a wide circle in a flanking pattern while simultaneously drawing free Dark Ice and Burning Dawn. With the distance between the two combatants shortening greatly, the vampire decides this would be a good time to test one of the three enchantments connected to his blade. Rhythmically words fall soundlessly from his lips and his thumb presses gently over the diamond embedded into the hilt of Dark Ice. When his thumb leaves the gem, the high bitched scream of missiles can be heard as thousands of crystal shards shoot forth from his blade and speed towards Aniket with deadly precision, threatening to tear him to ribbons. Continuing on his path he prepares both blades now, ready to bring each across the body of his foe, one at his chest, and one at his thighs.

Aniket crouches with his muscular quadriceps pressing against his leggings, left leg slightly forward. His size is greatly deceiving for someone of his stature, and a slight grin comes across his scarred face. His crystalline eyes never falter from the vampiric assassin nearby, watching his every motion. His right, pale hand grasps the monstrosity of a weapon known throughout the land of Hollow as Skull Splitter. The glaive makes not a single sway, but remains upright, like the human assassin that wields this device. As the cloud forms around, the human closes his eyes, and now relies upon his trained sense of hearing. Many years of training in a foreign land have heightened this sense, and he almost feels at home in the complete darkness. The silence is cut by the sounds of the crystals piercing their way through the air, and without showing any hesitation, the assassin simply parries the shards by leaping high into the air, using the mighty glaive as a pole vault. In doing so, he completely relinquishes himself of his weapon, but that matters not, as he now lands outside of the dark cloud, and out of the path of the attacking vampire. Now with the advantage of surprise, the assassin slides his right, nude digits around the black hilt of the hilt of his ancient katana. He begins to let the blade slowly emerge from its sheath, but not before bringing his left hand over to meet the hilt, as if to protect the steel from being seen too soon by wandering eyes. The assassin begins to move about, searching for an opening to use to his advantage, and then showing off some of his talent, he leaps high into the air, bringing the blade into a high arc to add to the velocity as it now is poised to drive directly down into the vampire’s soft neck flesh.

Demont skids to halt as he strikes nothingness, a low growl passing his throat as he stands to his full height, closing his eyes just as Aniket did, allowing his hearing to be his eyes. Violently he snaps his eyes open and looks upward as Aniket burst into the cloud. As the opposing assassin falls downward, blade ready to strike, Demont throws his own weapon up and hastily chants a few words. A cold mist drifts slowly off the blade as Demont swings upward, his blade connecting with the human’s, creating a sharp cracking sound as crystal meets metal. Thrusting the blade upward in an awkward motion he sends the cold sword towards Aniket’s abdomen, threatening to freeze him as well as stab him. As Demont attempts this motion, the human’s blade slips slightly against his and digs slightly under his armored foreword and rips flesh. Demont shrugs this off however and adds a bit more strength to his upward strike.

Aniket watches as his archaic blade strikes the vampiric blade and sparks fly. The harsh coldness causes him to react slightly by bringing his left hand up to his face and take some of the strength from his blow away, but nonetheless, the assault comes to no avail. His azure eyes then catch a glimpse of this new assault from Demont, and instantly the assassin begins to contemplate the new motions. Using his entire martial arts repertoire, the human suddenly lashes out into a mid-air somersault and attempts to dodge the upward strike of the frozen blade. The assassin manages to dodge most of the blade, but the spiked knee-guards, however, are not so lucky as most of the tips are lopped off and the remaining seem to freeze over, causing instant pain to the leg and shins of the human. A slight grunt comes from the human assassin, but he remains intent on retrieving his massive weapon lying not far away from his flight. Sheathing his katana, he ducks into a roll to hurry and to elude any further attacks from the vampire. Coming out of this maneuver, the assassin now wields the enormous weapon with the steel blade on the end, and now begins to swing the monstrosity over his head. The raven locks of the man begin to fly about as the weapon increases in speed. Tree limbs beckon and sway about, leaves fall and mini-tornados form nearby from the massive force of wind rushes about the man. Without hesitation, the human lets loose of the weapon with his left hand to grab a crude dagger from his belt and unleashes a crude, but effective, dagger towards the vampire’s delicate neck once again. The sharp edge blade pierces through the air unnoticed, which is the human’s intent, because the now rotating 8 foot weapon bears down upon the vampire in a spectacular show of strength and timing, hoping to bludgeon the vampire in half with the jagged and guillotine like metal blade positioned on the end of this devouring beast.

Demont grins with glee as his blade finds a mark upon the flesh of the human assassin. Quickly though the grins is replaced with an emotionless expression as he turns to watch Aniket retreat. Sighing heavily he prepares to chase after him but only makes it three steps of the way foreword when a sudden pain catches him in his side, the dagger running fully through the armor where it is thinnest. Hissing loudly he backs up just in time to see Aniket strike downwards, the heavy weapon colliding with the earth instead of his skull. Thinking quickly, Demont returns Burning Dawn to it’s home upon his right hip and swiftly bends a knee, his left hand digging rapidly past the foliage of the forest until it reaches dirt. Gripping a hand full of earth he speeds foreword and throws the dirt towards Aniket’s face as he passes by him on the left, and swings Dark Ice towards the man’s back, hoping to cleave his spinal column in two or enter just enough to slow his movements with the freezing blade.

Aniket growls with agony, showing frustration both upon his face and in the tone of his voice, as Skull Splitter does not find its mark upon the vampire. His light sapphire gaze directly into the cobalt orbs of his foe, trying to look directly into the very mind of the one he faces and to judge his impending movements. The human begins to slowly stand straight up, bringing the butt of his glaive under his right arm, but the heavy blade still remains upon the ground as if he is too weak to carry it anymore. His hands now seem to mimic the motions of the vampiric assassin, as if he is one with him. His motions, his placing of an imaginary blade upon his hip, his swiftly bending of his knee; almost as if he knew it was coming. As the dark earth flies toward Aniket, he reaches up, bending at the elbow, and with his left hand he seems to block if without any effort. He watches the vampire run around him to the left, yet he does not move. He closes his eyes, relying on his sense of hearing and now, with the vampire in the air, he suddenly rolls into a tight ball and rolls slightly to the right, bringing up Skull Splitter. Using the ground as a stage, he digs the wooden 8 foot pole into the cold earth and points the cold steel into the air, pointing it directly at the path of the oncoming vampire. A slight grin comes over the human, knowing that the path the vampiric assassin has chosen will lead him to make a decision…continue on and get the man but end up on a pike…or hope to stop the assault and live for another day.

Demont suddenly dips downward as the glint of Aniket’s weapon catches in his eyes. Now coming closer to the ground Demont digs Dark Ice into the earth to stop his movements and keep him from becoming skewered. Having stopped he stands, and pulls the dagger from his side and throws it at Aniket’s feet, the cloud of smoke now dispersed almost completely. The assassin takes to a knee and bows before his opponent in respect before standing and placing his blade in her scabbard. Demont suddenly dips downward as the glint of Aniket’s weapon catches in his eyes. Now coming closer to the ground Demont digs Dark Ice into the earth to stop his movements and keep him from becoming skewered. Having stopped he stands, and pulls the dagger from his side and throws it at Aniket’s feet, the cloud of smoke now dispersed almost completely. The assassin takes to a knee and bows before his opponent in respect before standing and placing his blade in her scabbard.

Aniket retrieves his dagger and places it back upon his belt. He nods slowly to his opponent, then leaves this place, kicking a lonely skull, then laughing, carrying Skull Splitter beside him.