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Demont presses his ashen tones wings to his back as he proceeds to walk towards his opponent, and enemy in the war, Nasada. In the monotonous maneuver the winged creature performs before each battle, he walks a wide circle around the challenge faced before him, eyeing the person before him. The azure gaze of Demont never leaves Nasada;s form as he completes the circuit, coming to stop in front of him. As a light breeze washes over the two combatants and judges, Demont reveals the full splendor of his angelic wings, exposing a large wing span of nearly ten feet. Brushing the equally white hair from his eyes, Demont moves his right hand to his side, each slender digit wrapping tightly around the black hilt of ‘Burning Dawn’; A blade passed down to him from the man named Seri. As the blade is exposed, the black diamond weapon erupts in a display of white flames. With a slight smile Demont pushes forcefully from the grassy earth, his wings lifting him inches from the ground as he glides towards Nasada, gaining speed with each passing moment. Nearing the foe in front of him, and reaching the preferred distance from the potential threat, he instantly draws his blade up above his head, then proceeding to bring it down in a wide arch towards the left shoulder of Nasada.

Nasada examines Demont with a fair smile spreading across his lips. Effervescent hues of azure gleam from the once vile demon's eyes with the aide of the sun above, slowly wandering from the man before him, to the sky above as the sound of birds flutter in the distance.The vivid aura glowing softly in Nasada's eyes disappear; signaling that he now has them closed, while an embracing sigh escapes his lips as he takes a deep soothing breath. Raising his hands to his head, the renewed being removes his hood and throws it to the back, quickly to unclasp his cloak and immortal's stole; his body only to be safeguarded by obsidian guantlets of elbows length, leather pants pants and ordinary black boots. He lowers his guantleted left hand to his sheathe; jewels of amber and amethyst adorn the leather casing in a beautiful manner that attact your attention almost immediately. With his right hand, he grasps the ebon hilt of within the scabbard, slowly tugging upon the flaming sword he's dubbed 'Crimson Blade' and holds it in front of his body as he places his left hand on the lower part of the hilt. Holding the blade with his hands clenched tightly, Nasada waits stoically for his opponent to make a move, only to feel a slight breeze in his trance like state. Suddenly something catches his attention.The metalic ringing of a blade makes Nasada's ears twitch, as if trying to pin point its exact location, though it is quickly silenced as he now realizes that the blade is moving through the air. With a quick sense of Judgement, Nasada quickly throws his arms upward, the blade erupting into an obsidian inferno as it collides with Demont's. The demonic being then rolls forward, swinging the blade with his right hand as he hopes to injure the back of demont's legs...

Demont 's lips produce a silent curse as his attack becomes null. The blazing orbs of Demont transfer from the ear before him to the rolling form of the demonic creature now behind him. Without time to react quick enough he takes the full force of the attack, sending a slight scream from the Avian's lips. The winged creature falls to his knees as the burning sensation of cut flesh runs from the backs of his legs to the small of his back. Taking a moment to breath heavily, Demont watches Nasada with the aid of peripheral vision. The left hand of the assassin finds it's way into the folds of his cloak, it's movement covered by the large wings adorning Demont's back. Suddenly their is a sinister hiss and a loud snapping sound as Demont throws his left wing up, the momentum of the forceful motion causing him to turn about. In the middle of this motion he throws the left hand foreword which was searching the depths of the cloak, as a result of this motion, three daggers find themselves soaring thorough the air, handle over blade rapidly, each dagger meant for either a joint consisting of an elbow or a knee, or an are on the chest of the demon. As the daggers move foreword, the white wings on the back of Demont flap several times, lifting him once more from the ground. Turning to face Nasada, Demont grips his blade and pushes foreword, following the path of the daggers, ready to bring the blade he hold dearly in his hands foreword in a thrust meant to pierce the chest of the Eternally Damned warrior.

Nasada glances back toward Demont, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Demonts movement, yet a slight grin dances upon his lips as he watches his opponent in pain. Holding his blade on a downward arc, the keeper of the 'Seal of darkness' awaits for any sign of maneuver by Demont. Giving a slight yawn, Nasada's eyes flicker, catching the shimmer of something nearby. Looking back toward his opponent, Nasada lets forth a gutteral growl he watches the daggers in midflight coming toward his way. A sickening snapping sound erupts though the eerily quiet battlefield as Nasada too, unfurls a pair of feathered appendages, though, one seems to have changed. Instead of it's usually ebon hues, his left wing has taken on a more ivory appearance that radiates a soft jade myst. Each wing collapses around Nasada but not before one of the daggers disappears from view. The other two manage to pierce his wings, seeming to do little damage. As Nasada lets his wings unfold, he is taken off guard by Demont and tries to side step to the right, only to have his ivory feather appendage smeared in crimson by his own tainted blood as the blade graces his side. Nasada keeps moving as to let his opponent pass, also grabbing the dagger embedded in his shoulder and ripping it out. Letting a little scream well from his lungs, he throws the weapon to the ground, and hegins to chant slightly. The blood from Demont's legs seems to spew faster slowly wrapping itself around his legs, and suddenly hardens before implanting itself into the ground. Taking the initiative, Nasada charges at Demont, and as he approaches him, he swings his blade in a downward arc hoping to cleave through his chest...

Demont wipes the smug look of achievement off his face as he finds himself being dragged into a decent. Finding it slightly impossible to move as he watches Nasada near, Demont decides now would be a fine time to conjure the one spell he knows and has known since he was a child. The bright orbs of Demont take on a dull ashen tone as silent words fall from his bloody lips, a flicker of wind erupting about the winged frame of the avian for several moments before manifesting into a towering tornado. As Nasada nears, Demont pushes the elemental strike foreword, but not soon enough. The very tip of Nasada's accursed blade finds it's way though the maelstrom and cuts into the leather shirt, creating a superficial wound. Blood is ripped from the assassin's chest as the tornado pulls it towards it's self, mixing his stolen blood n with debris and dirt and brush as the wind pushes forward, threatening to swallow Nasada. At the same time as the magic rushes forward, Demont frantically beats his wings, eventually ripping himself from his hold, taking a defensive pose as he awaits what is to happen next.

Nasada gasps. The heavy winds emitted from Demont's incantaion. Feeling his body being sucked from the soils below his feet, the creature lets go of all muscle control. Nasada is taken high into the vortex of elemental properties, his mind racing with anticipation as he plots his next move. Before anyone can see what Nasada may attempt,intricate blackened webs begin to line the tornado, slowly hardening into some sort of stone structure. A few moments pass, and there is still no sign of the accursed beast. The something catches your eye. What appear to be cracks begin to break the mold, a vivid white light slowly protruding through before it begins to flash in a hypnotic fashion. A sharp explosion shakes the surrounding lands as the vivid white beams through the top of the structure, peircing the clouds in the sky above just as another explosion vibrates the lands. The tower like object explodes outward, sending remnants of stone and dust in every direction as you are blinded by the heavenly luster. As the light subdues, Nasada stands hunched over gasping for breath...

Demont narrows his eyes, a feral growl passing him as anger takes hold of his usually placid being. The dull hues orbs within his skull take on their previous hue of a brilliant blue. landing firmly on he ground he takes several steps foreword, each pace sending a crunch as his feet connect with dirt and grass and the like. Stopping after several paces, he pulls his lips back, exposing elongated canines, a slight grin takes hold of the lips at the same time, creating an eerie essence about the seemingly angelic creature. The form of Demont turns into nothing but a blur as he rushes foreword, holding his blade out before him as he veers to the left somewhat as his current path takes him ever closer to Nasada. Coming swiftly to the foe, with the black blade careening towards the neck of the demon, Demont smirks once more. Suddenly he stops, just as the cold steel of the blade touches Nasada's neck, the duel over. He removes his blade from it's spot and returns it to his sheathe, turning to the judges at the same time.

Demont is declared the Winner.