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Demont sighs as he removes the heavy helmet from his head. The vampire paces slowly in a circle about Renai, surveying his opponent. Upon completing the circuit, he brings both his hands to his sides, his right hand grasping about he hilt of a sickle shaped short blade, while his defective, left hand grasps a sword of the same style. "Thank you for honoring my request, ranger." His feet crunch slightly upon the dirt as he treads a few paces foreword. A slight breeze wafts by, assaulting his back. The assassin kneels down, as if presenting an offering of some sort. His pale hands quickly tighten about the hilts of his double weapons. All the muscles from his forearms to his lower back tense as he pushes from the ground at spectacular speed. His feet beat the earth rhythmically as he zigzags left and right upon his trail towards Renai. As he comes within proximity of the ranger, he stops suddenly, a grin etched across his face. A burst of sand is sent upward towards the eyes of Renai as Demont sends his foot into the earth. As the sand heads for her eyes, he leaps over her, somersaulting in mid and, twirling counter-clockwise upon landing, his blades extended and aimed for the back of the half elf.

Renai lets her cool emerald gaze sweep over her opponent as he circles her, weighing his strengths and weaknesses in one practiced glance. She stands motionless, calculating the distance between them that steadily grows shorter as the assassin charges, the setting sun reflecting off the steel of his weapons. The sound of his feet approaching resounds in her ears, each step echoing the one before until the telltale scraping of sand beneath his boots signals the beginning of his assault. Instinctively she shields her face, crouching as the very lack of footsteps sends a chill down her spine. Taking a chance she rolls forward, his blades slicing through the heavy material of her cloak, but little else. Regaining her footing quickly as the vampire continues to stumble forward with the momentum of his attack, she clutches her bow, expertly placing two slim arrows, her slender fingers smoothing their feathered tips in something of a hasty caress. She raises the weapon to face him, the smooth wood resting parallel to the ground as two gleaming barbs wink at him, aimed straight for his unarmored legs. Pulling the string gracefully, the arrows begin their flight toward him, whistling through the air as they seek his flesh.

Demont taps his foot two times upon the earth, the signal reaches his Hell Hound, Macabre. The Animal charges towards Renai with haste, teeth bared, eyes glowing a hellish red. Demont rolls to the left as he hears the whiz of the arrows. One arrow misses him completely while the other pierces the upper armor of his boot, the tip of the arrow embedding it's self in the flesh of the left region of his right leg. He watches as Macabre speeds towards the Ranger silently. The assassin smirks as he replaces the weapon in his left hand at it's holding upon his side. He transfers the blade for three daggers, each being held by the tip between the thumb and forefinger of his gnarled hand. As Macabre nears her from behind, Demont sends the daggers foreword in rapid succession, each aimed for a vital point upon the woman body. As his projectiles careen foreword, the vampire break the arrow shaft, the arrow head too deep to pull out alone. As the broken shaft tumbles to the side, the leech-like creature rises to his full height once more, ready to attack the woman, who is now faced with three types of danger. Pulling the second blade free once more, he races at the ranger, his obsidian blade posed ready to come across he chest in an 'X' fashion.

Renai 's crimson lips curve into a smug smile as one of her arrows buries itself in the vampire's leg, though the smirk is quickly wiped away as she catches a glimpse of Macabre's shadowy form in the corner of one slanted eye. Cursing under her breath, she reaches for the dagger concealed in her boot, her curses turning to a chanting whisper, knuckles whitening around the hilt of the knife in concentration. Just as the hound would take his last leap toward her the steel blazes into a brilliant light, blinding the pet just long enough for her to twirl out of the way. The three daggers continue to speed toward her previous position, and Ren flinches, turning away from the inevitable collision of beast and blades. Her attention instantly snaps to the assassin as he charges once again, raising her dagger almost as an afterthought. A cry of pain escapes from her lips as the dark weapon bites into her left shoulder, stopped only by the dagger. Instead of continuing its course through her arm, her small blade blazes again, shearing completely through his wickedly curved sword, causing the steel to fall from the gash and clang onto the ground at their feet. Steeling herself against the pain, crimson seeps quickly through her corset and sleeve, dripping down her now useless left arm and coating the palm and fingertips as it flows over the dust and dirt of the path. Knowing its useless to retreat and use her bow, her eyes flash an angry jade before she brings her dagger down, uttering another word as it continues to glow brightly, aimed to slash open his jugular, spilling his own blood into the streets.

Demont watches as Macabre retreats to the side. A dark crimson blazes in his eyes at the sight and smell of the blood, vigor and adrenalin adding new strength to the creature. With one blade grasped in his hand, he thrust it upward, his weaponless hand he brings it to his side, drawing a last dagger which he sends at hers to parry it. The blade of her dagger, in the tangle and excitement skims across the top of his hand and into the left edge of his pectoral muscle, stopping as it hits bone. Blood quickly flows from under his armor and down his leg. With anger now surging through him, se sends the blade upward with a final thrust, hoping to penetrate the flesh of her stomach.

Renai grins, lips parting to reveal her fangs as her dagger sinks into his flesh, blazing once more before slowly flickering out. She pulls it from his chest without hesitation, sending a fresh spurt of blood spraying across her face as she hastily takes a step back. His dagger provokes a scream from her throat as she stumbles backward, the blade just catching the skin of her abdomen and leaving a thin crimson line barely visible behind the frayed ends of the slice in her corset. Scowling in rage and numb to the pain of her throbbing arm, she whistles shrilly, the silence that ensues almost tangible in the air around them. Within moments the piercing cry of Revain answers her call, and the loud beating of his wings grows steadily nearer. Another wicked grin creeps across her countenance as she licks his blood from her lips, her eyes glittering like real gems as her griffon descends quickly on the vampire from behind, talons extended in an attempt to tear him to pieces.

Demont watches Renai for a moment, slightly perplexed. Macabre runs towards Demont, the creatures eyes staring past him. Demont's eyes the creature, no fear evident in his eyes. He raises his arms over his head as the giant flying creature makes contact with him, causing him to fall backward several yards. Demont stands slowly to his feet, the under are of his forearms dripping with blood. He turns to face Renai, while Macabre snarls angrily at the griffon. He bends at the waist slowly, then replaces his blades to there respective spots. As well as the one that lays upon the dirt. "Well, that was fun m'lady."