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After FINALLY having his arm repaired he slowly walked up to the arena gates. As always his cig was blazing dully like his stance on this tournament: participate, rank, go home.

Once the gate finally opened he unholstered his gunblade from its sheath and rested the back hand of the blade on his right shoulder, letting out a mild tack as metal hit metal. His coat having been ripped to shreds by the last fight he merely wore some wind dusted jeans with a small female sized gun buckled nearer to the ankle, a tight fighting wife beater undershirt that was obviously covered in dirt, and both of his magicly clean items: a pair of shades and a pair of boots, both seeming to shine outlaw black and resisting the blow of dust.

He cocked the barrel in his gunblade just enough to hear a bullet resist the rotation before snapping the weapon forward and allowing it to produce a loud snap as the chambers snapped back into place. He rested the tip of his blade into the ground as he long awaited his next opponent with seeming disinterest.

He blinked once and mentally read over the opponent with calculating eyes. A small puff of a laugh seemed to slip from him as a grin settled upon his face. He let one foot fall behind the other in a common pose for anyone holding a rapier in the outskirts of common France. As he ran a hand over and through his hair his grin grew until it shifted it a laughter as if one's child had finally told a funny joke. He had often fought such things before on a island off the coast of Tokyo, in fact a guild calling themselves the Newabans consisted almost entirely of these beings. He was well adapt to their tricks to say the least.

He snapped up his sword as the laughter subsided as if to point at the opponent and claim it as his own. He rubbed his pointer and thumb of his left hand across the left side of his glasses as if to clear them of some invisable dust as he shouted, "What no introductions consisting of greater glories of Heaven nor Hell?"

He also put the heels of his boots together, seemingly causing there gleam to die out.


His attack and counter-counter attack were prepared.

He blinked once before exploding into laughter for a breif minute before returning to his previous stance and shaking his head while tisking repeatively.

"Someone's a bit cocky. Know what happens when a devil or any kind of dark creature gets defeated? In a sense it goes to jail. But by the looks of it you've already been."

He shrugged as his sensors starting showing pop ups of an odd energy build up. -Its about time it picked up-

"So when are you going to slap me with that ball of pain? Or even better slam it into the ground and try to dig through the earth until you make a hole big enough to ring me out in. Or best yet use it as a replacement for those nuts you seem to be lacking. Either way make your move because most being of your type are alot faster in the offense catagory of things"

He could frankly deal with either and come out happy funky dory. Something underneath the back of his shirt was itching and bulging all at once, awaiting the moment he could finally release the irony of this sorry little battle.

((PMs refuse to work for me right now so I'll say this once and once alone. Check the TOS before you get so vulgar. Describing one's testalia will get you either repromanded and your posts deleted or it will get you banned. Either way this thread wqill go down. Change your post to something far far FAR less descriptive by the next time you log in or you will be reported. Why report you? Because the only alternative to just you going down is the entire guild tournament along with a lost database of who is still in round whatever. Point being noone wants to lose their investment. Change the post.))

(( whee xp Just wrong but whatever))

He just stared upward at this..... thing before furrowing his brow and saying, "So your one who likes to feel in control..... or rapes people. I'll never understand demons."

His eye twitched when he said rape and this time he pointed his gunblade upward at this formation before letting the blade down long enough to let out a shot, which would obviously get dodged, and snapping the blade back in place.

He merely tracked the opponent's movements, waiting for its guessed and presumed attack.

He blinked a couple of times before shaking his head, "My God it just might bag me..........."

He shook the thought away and let lose his itch. Quickly wings grew out his back. Not so much as one would call irony but more what would cause one to raise an eyebrow. They would remind someone of seagulls wings, only 14 feet in diameter and blindingly fast. He ran forward so as to get behind the demon before taking off. He quickly flew up and around like a falcon before rubbing the rim of his shades hard, revelling in their shine. If he broke them he'd have about two hours of banished magic (not to mention fourty millions worth in damage to the stupid shades) for the entire arena. This would mean they could both fly and engage in combat but neither would be able to heal itself. He would only use that if absolutely necassary.

He whipped his blade to his side as he came head on at the beast, still 30 plus feet away but coming in fast. He love to see the thing swing itself at him or even through the ball.

Finally, the gears in his arm started moving and making noise. He was preparing something.

Seeing as nothing demon or human like in nature could weild such a thing he hoped to high heaven it hurt him to swing it that fast. He had already estimated the speed of said structure and its ability to stay intact at its highest-none ripping point. In any case he had cleared the thing with everything but his dignity intact, dignity enough being quit a blow from a demon.

Thus he was still coming head on at the demon as he pointed his sword tip in front of him at an upward angle, like it was a smaller lance he was preparing to stab or slash forward midflight.