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Demont stands from his seat, the four blades strapped to either side of his waist clanking slightly against his armored body. Taking a few graceful steps foreword he positions himself in front of Dustin, the assassin’s cerulean hues washing gently over the body of the illusionist. With a small smile Demont’s right hand glides over the hilt of Red Rose, a wickedly curved blade positioned just I front of his new weapon, Dark Ice. He moves his hand back a bit and wraps his slender digits firmly about the handle of the weapon and pulls it free with a metallic ‘swinge’ type of sound. Offering a nod to his opponent, Demont levels his gaze with his weapon as he holds it horizontally before his face, looking at the blade intently before he bushes swiftly from the tavern floor and rushes foreword at the vampire. Weaving in and out of tables he comes closer to his destination, a small incantation leaving his lips as he raises his Dark Ice, the crystal sword refracting the light of the room in all directions, casting a brilliant array of colors throughout the dim area. As the last words falls from his tainted lips, a new appearance comes over his weapon, a cold mist seems to rise from every inch of the gem like sword. Taking a great swing out to the left, the icy edge of his weapon threatens to create a deep gash across the chest of Dustin, while at the same time threatening to freeze him solid.

Dustin positions himself, standing up straight, with his feet pointing forward and pushed together. A gust of wind comes tearing through the tavern, weak at first, but gaining in force. As it whips his black hair back and forth, he begins to levitate from the ground, and his seemingly relaxed grey eyes begin to intensify and fade away to a jet black colour. The aura around his body begins to glow with a magnificent gray-and-red hue, that engulfs him and everything around him. He closes his hand and opens it, over and over again, as if gripping the very air itself. As Demont drops his gaze upon him and nods, he raises his hand, and out of the pocket of his black pants, rises a shiimering rune stone, that catches the light and sends a glare around the room. He grips it with all of his might, as if attempting to crush it. The aura begins to burn away from him, and enter the stone. He follows Demont's every move, and as he draws nearer and nearer, he holds the rune stone out in front of him and squeezes tighter, and as quick as he does, a firewall erupts from it, surrounding Dustin, and he concentrates as hard as he can to keep the illusion in tact. Dark Ice hits the fire wall and the hiss of steam arising from the wall can be heard. He jumps back, creating an illusion of himself for the blade to hit. As this happens, he starts to move his hands up and down in a rhythmic motion, and a portal seems to appear and out of it, comes the head of a dragon, as it erupits, it charges for Demont, leaving a trail of fire behind it. The mouth of the dragon opens and as it reaches Demont, the tongue stretches out and attempts to wrap around Demont, and it sets ablaze, ready to burn him to a crisp and doom his soul to hell.

Demont swears under his breath, always hating the tricks of illusionists. Taking a step backward gingerly he retracts his blade from the image of Dustin just as the beastly head of the dragon appears. Jumping upward slightly, he attempts to flap his wings which no longer exist. Forgetting this he falls downward, one foot slipping just on the edge of a chair, while the other continues to fall. With his body sent foreword from the fall, his face connects forcefully with the wooden seat, causing a deep abrasion upon his pristine face, as well as sending some fragments of wood into it. Hitting the floor with a thud, Demont lifts his blade as the tongue of the reptilian creature wraps about his armored torso. At first no heat is felt, but quickly that changes as the black suit of metal becomes an oven. Kicking and squirming madly, Demont manages to get an arm free. Taking this chance he sends his hand to his waist where it grips a dagger. Quickly jutting it upward he sends it flat under the serpent like tongue of the Dragon the turns it out and pulls toward him, cutting him free. Now having escaped the inferno Demont rolls backward, away from the impending threat and remains in a kneeling position, Dark Ice and the dagger draped over his knee, his gaze locked on Dustin, the small spar over with.

Dustin levitates his rune stone in the air, and guides it to his pocket. He looks over to Demont and says, "I had fun. Perhaps we can do this again. You're a great fighter."