The Marble Mansion

[[Niitsu] - the - [First]]

.....His face quite contorted in the most awful and hideous of ways, Damion's eyes were glazed over and his face was covered in miniscule beads of sweat; both from the slightly discomforting flames about him, and the uncharacteristic hatred coursing the pathways of his veins, whereas he was normally quite laid back and avoided unnecessary conflicts. However, his face was quite set in stone; not a muscle twitched as his hate-filled eyes, changed and not his own for this moment, started at the man facing him.
.....His hand and arm, still raised, sent forth two more tendrils of heat-carrying tendrils, now aimed at the man's chest; each was sent wide of their target, and arced inwards towards him from either side.

[Chrjo12]

Rycht had very little time to react, and his reflexes saved him. His body ben low by way of the knees and his torso and head leaned forward. His feet then pushed hard off the ground and he was sent flying towards Damien. Luckily, the tendrils had went just above him. Luck seemed to be on Rycht's side as the pure melee fighter attempted to take on a mage.

His right fist reared and his left held up and in front defensively, Rycht powered his fist out towards Damien's gut, his whole body beneath the ominous hands.

"You b*****d!"

[[Niitsu] - the - [First]]

.....The punch to the gut did indeed make its way to its mark, connecting a forcing Damion to bend at the waist rather quickly. However, such a mistake as this had just been made; the black flames encased Damion, and as the fist of the human male entered those flames, the skin would be singed with rapidity unequaled by any mortal fire.
.....Staggering back two steps, Damion simply stood up once more, his cynical grin still there; it seemed the pain had simply not been felt.

[Chrjo12]

Rycht's fist quickly retracted and he began shaking it violently, temporarily forgetting about the fight. The skin was burned badly and another punch from it would hurt like hell for Rycht. His head shot up and he sent Damien a glare that could melt babies. He remembered he was sort of in a fight, and brought his hands up again and readopted his ready stance.

"What the hell are you!?!?"

[[Niitsu] - the - [First]]

.....The maniacal Damion simply stared, his mouth not moving in answer; if anything was to be assumed, it would be that nothing from his world was getting through to him. He then began walking forward, his arm now returned to his side, approaching close proximity to the fighter before him.

[Chrjo12]

Rycht stared at him, quickly regaining his nerve as the seething sound coming from his mouth due to the pain dwindled off. He kept both of his fists up and simply continued to stare at Damien. What he would give to be able to punch this freak with impunity....

[[Niitsu] - the - [First]]

.....Damion, who had completely no idea or real clue as to the man's defensive/offensive stance, simply continued forward. Suddenly, with his back arching to an almost painful extent, the black flames licking him leapt out a great deal further, extending its reach by several feet in all directions.

[Chrjo12]

Rycht jumped back and essentialyl did the exact same thing as in the last moment[post]. Any smexy girls in the area began to run away. Damien was losing his crowd.

[Marcel-Lockharte]

Royce suddenly appeared randomly, watching the fight closely.

[[Niitsu] - the - [First]]

.....From Damion, as he returned to a normal, though slumped, stance, a good twenty or so tendrils exploded forth from him in an instant. They would all come from every side of him, and curve to target the man, moving at nearly invisible speeds.
.....However, the tendrils would all close in and clasp the man in a wrapping gesture, but hold him for only a few moments; all of the sudden, they would disperse in black steam-like clouds, and that energy which surrounded Damion directly in the same way, and his eyes glazed over in what seemed death; wobbling, his right foot shot forward to catch him, though it wasn't fast enough; he toppled forwards and into the ground, falling down to his knees and then crumble farther downwards.

[Chrjo12]

"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaGGGGGGGGGGGhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Rycht's screams of pain pierced the air for a moment, the ravaging effects of the tendrils all over his body nearly causing him to faint himself from the pain. However, perhaps to his misfortune, he did not. When the tendrils dissipated, Rycht was left appearing generally black all over. Tears of pain on his face, he grunted loudly and with a sound that made the girls cringe as he began walk towards the unconcious Damion.

When he reached Damion's side, he paused.

"YOU-aaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhh-sick----nnnnnnnnnnhhhhh---FREA-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Each "word" was accompanied by a vicious kick to Damion's side. The result would leave Damion several feet from his original position with a few broken ribs. Rycht's eyelids began to rapidly close and shut from fatigue...

[Marcel-Lockharte]

Royce had seen enough of the man kicking his friend. He ran over quickly and when he reached the man, punched him in the jaw. The man would be sent reeling away, since he was already tired.

"Kick him one more time. Even touch him, and I will kill you."

[huggyhuggy]

wat is thhe marble mansion?

[[Niitsu] - the - [First]]

.....The unconscious mind of Damion would feel pain, though his physical embodiment would show no sign of it; each kick sent a spark of what was to be unbearable pain rocketing throughout his skull. Rolling over several times from each kick, his arms flopped about rather inhumanly.
.....Then, a spout of blood would trickle forth from his mouth, and his eyes would spasm open, his back arching as if something were pulling its way from his very core. He would then lay back down, almost as if in peace, and the blood-stained right side of his face would tilt towards the floor.

[Chrjo12]

Amazingly, a punch that perhaps Royce would have normally expected to send someone flying away did almost nothing to Rycht, or at least it seemed so anyway. His head realigned itself on its shoulders after being so violently moved and Rycht's fiery eyes turned on him.

Rycht was charred black, but for now it seemed he still had some fight in him left.

"Tell me: What kind of freak are you?"