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This night was cold, cloudless - all stars and a sliver of the moon were visable. These were the sort of woods that one would not want to stumble into accidentally. The one rough, dirt road was the only sliver of civilization running though it - a lifeline for anyone who was lost.

As it happened, Delv was in this unhappy situation, though he had no idea how he got there. A tired expression wrote itself on his face, and his left eye twitched slightly in irritation. "Where the hell am I?" He stopped walking and glanced back toward where he'd come from. It's hard to believe on could get lost on a two-way road. This forest plays tricks on the mind.

Delv had come here to ask assistance of a certain hermit...whom he had found, and subsequently killed. The bugger shot first. It wasn't his fault.
After all, he got what he came for - new weapons. No more knife for him, now it was fully consealable arm blades...and a knife. He kept the thing sheathed on his waist under his jacket. It held sentimental value.

"Maybe it's karma." He muttered bitterly. "Though that guy shot first." He kicked a stone into the woods.

Delv wore a tall black hat, and a long white coat. A black scarf was wrapped about his lower face and shoulders. Black leather gloves covered his hands, and his combat boots scuffed a bit in the dirt.

He glanced again down the dark road with his crimson eyes. "No end in sight..."

Delv saw this lone, single light off in the distance on the road. After a few seconds he could hear the engine. After a few more the light snone brighter...and brighter. It was getting close.

A little too fast.

Delv's eyes shot wide as he realized the rider wasn't going to stop. His form seemed to turn into a shadow, and dirt flew up all around him. To the rider it may look like a small explosion just occurred on the road a yard ahead of him. The man in the long white coat resolidified just inches out of harms way. Delv swore. "STUPID IDIOT!"
Without really aiming, the flung a throwing knife at the back of the bike.

Delv smirked. Even in the dim light, he could see the rider's pink hair. What a coinsidence. What would Crim' be doing out here? He had little time to think however, for now the angery Crim' armed with a shortsword and a motor bike was charging at him. Delv wasn't yet sure if he'd been recognized...however he wasn't sure if Crim's reaction would be any different if he had been recognized.

Delv diverolled away from the charging bike, flinging another throwing knife at the gas tank. Was he trying to disable the bike, or chip the paint and anger Crim' further? Who knew. Delv thought it'd be funny, either way.

(( rofl ))

Delv looked at Crim with a crooked grin. He was obviously enjoying this. Running into Crim...or rather, Crim almost running into him was most unexpected here. Delv just laughed. He ducked his head to the side to avoid being conked out by the biker helmet.
"I'm just enjoying the scenary. So there -is- something out here in this forest. I knew you had to be hiding out somewhere secluded."

Delv watched Crim', getting ready to react - he would enjoy this. Assisted by his scarf acting like a spring, Delv jumped high into the air, over the bike. "Lets finish what we started in the Train Graveyard!!" It crashed into a tree behind him, almost cracking the wood in two. Delve landed a yard forward of his starting position and charged at Crim', pulling his white-steel knife from the sheath on his lower back. It flashed in the moonlight as it arched down at the pink-haired man.

((Lol...that would be very Delvish. ))

His right hand with the knife in it wouldn't be able to make it back up in time to block the blade from slicing through his throat. Deciding to test his new toy, Delves left arm shot up in front of him, blocking the sword strike with a distinct metallic clang. Delv shot back, then lunged forward at Crim' like a fencer as a long blade slid out from the sleeve of his left arm.
It shot out like it was under some kind of pressure, and Delv grabbed a handle at the end of it, before the blade got away from him.

Delv held his knife at his side, and his left armblade in front of him. He circled with Crim', in this duelers dance. Delv was somewhat impressed with Crim's footwork - he was a truely worthy combatant. "You know me, Crim'...I like my bladed suprises." He grinned. "And I have plenty."

Delv continued circling slowly, decreasing the distance between them ever so gradually so that Crim' may not notice. He had to be quick with this one to end the fight before Crim' thought it necissary to use his arm.

((I'm hittin' the hay after this one. ))

Delv watched Crim' carefully. He would not attack until the second blade was drawn - such action would be more than a little dishonorable to one he respected. This fight may not be so one sided now that the both of them were duel weilding blades of varying lengths. In that instant before Crim' lunged, Delv smirked. The glint of light caught his eye, and the sound of Crim's boot finding traction on the dirt road caught his ear.

Their blades met again, the slicing sound of metal on metal rang out through the woods as Delv's armblade slid along the edge of Crim's Kodachi. This action brought them both closer - both of them in a potential attacking position. Delv rotated his torso away from Crim' and leaned back. The diagonal Knife attack soared over his front, not making contact. Delv turned his torso back toward Crim', his boots found grip, and he stepped into Crim', attempting to slam him back with his shoulder before he could recover and come back again with the smaller dagger.

Delv's left arm was there first. His lower arm took the full force of the kick, causing Delv to slide back a little bit. The armblade under his sleeve is no doubt the only reason the force from Crim's attack didn't break his arm. This action caused him to stall a bit as he recovered, buying Crim' a couple of seconds.

Delv's scarf, seeming to act mostly on its own, comes to life in that same instant, breaking out into six ribbons of shadowy cloth, still attatched to the main scarf. They hovered over Delv' like tentacles, seeming to be waiting for something. Delv brings his blades up and assumes a defencive posture.

He was about as curious to see what his Scarf would do as Crim' probably was.