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Demont allows a heavy sigh to pass his lips, his bloodied gaze turning to Thom. The expression on the vampire's face reflects that of sorrow and anger. He begins to circle Thom, surveying the human. Finishing the trek about the man, Demont's hand finds it's place around the slender black hilt of Burning Dawn, a weapon he has had since child hood. The assassin pulls the weapon free, exposing a black-diamond blade. Taking several steps backwards, Demont gives yet another sigh, his left hand diving into the folds of his cloak, gripping three daggers. With a few blinks of his eye lids, crimson tears run down his pale cheeks, and Demont's foot leaves the ground, followed by the other, each follow in succession as the vampire nears Thom. In the midst of his advance, he throws his left arms foreword, sending the three deadly blades foreword towards Thom, two aiming for his knees, the other for his chest. Following quickly behind the daggers, Demont nears Thom. raising the blade upward, his blue orbs flashing brightly. The blade comes down with a hellish scream, aimed at the left shoulder of the man in front of him.

Thom frowns thoughtfully at the mixed expression on the vampire's face cirlcing him like a piece of meat. Thom raises to the balls of his feet and follow's Demont's every move closely seeking a weakness. Stiffening as the Vampire pulls a sword blacker than night from its sheath, and places his hand inside his cloak, more than likely clutching a throwing weapon. Readying himself for the double assault Thom bends his aging knees slightly and waits. With a sudden jerk of his left arm three daggers race towards Thom two hurtling down low and the other chest height quickly dropping to a knee and rolling side ways Thom dodges the two lower ones but the chest height one flashes across his face cutting him acorss the cheek. He looks up as the vampire rushes down on him sword raised above his head. Kicking dirt into the vampires eyes he quickly unsheathes his large belt knife and lunges for vampires throat.

Demont doesn't even allow a smile to crack his statuesque expression as the dagger accomplishes something. Quickly he raises his left arm to shield his precious eyes from the sand, distracting him slightly as Thom rushes forth. Just as quickly as he raised his arm he drops it, Thom appearing before him. With an evasive move to the right he manages to get his throat out of immediate danger, placing his chest in the path of Thom's knife, the weapon digging deeply into the left side of his chest, only stopping once it hits bone. Angrily Demont moves away from the blade, spinning about in a circle. Upon the come about turn, he extends his blade and lowers his body to the ground, sending his weapon at the knees of the human.

Thom throws himself back rather un gracefully landing with a heavy grunt on the hardened mud ground. Quickly clambering to his feet Thom looks around to find the vampire getting to his feet also. Reaching into his cloak he quickly unsheathes two of his ivory emblazened daggers and with a quick flick of his wrist they streak towards the vampire, setting himself he runs towards the vampire crying "Alea Jasta Est" knife ready to rip away the vampires life.

Demont holds hid ground valiantly, only stepping to the left slightly to skillfully evade the first dagger, however allowing the second to find it’s mark upon his left arm, burying itself in his muscle. A simple grunt leaves him as he pulls the dagger loose, twirling it about in his left hand, rather painfully. Without warning Thom's dagger travels silently through the air, back t it's owner, heading dangerously fast for his head. Raising Burning Dawn once more, he rushes at the opposing assassin, the black blade positioned foreword like a lance, ready to skewer anything in it's path.

Thom eyes widen in disbelief as the vampire pulls the dagger from his body and sends it back in twice as fast ducking barely in time to escapre his fate the dagger catches his hood driving it into a tree. Thom struggle visibly until realising what has happened cutting his hood off him with his knife he looks up to find an intent Demont running straight at him to skewer him on his deadly black blade. Cursing softly he looks around and spies a low lying tree branch waiting till the last moment he bends his knees and jumps catching onto the branch and swinging forward to kick the approaching vampire in the face, with an acrobatic dive he lands on the ground pulling another dagger from his cloak. With a slightly malicious smile he steps towards the vampire ready to strip him of his life with a one deadly thrust.

Demont allows a look s if disgusted within self appear on his face just as the soles of Thom's feet press firmly against his right cheek, sending him backward violently. In a display of nimbleness and skill Demont spins his body around slightly, tucking his head to his chest he rolls across the ground and narrowly missing being stabbed with Thom's blade. Demont stands, his right cheek having two bleeding cuts upon it, he turns to the judges.

Demont is declared the Winner.