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The Participants:

Asmaria Versailles ( Lunar Eclipses )
Dane Redgrave ( Dante Tony Redgrave )

The Stage:

Abyss: A complete Dark Aura battlefield. No obstacles but there is a hazy purple mist that lingers around the field. Mainly those who use dark magic can summon up powerful spells here.

The Limits:

You have a ten post limit per participant to either win, lose, or have some sort of incident to have a draw. If you want to kill your character... well... that's your choice, but if you were to move on to the next round, that would kinda suck to be dead and have to forfeit, eh? @_@;;

In the final round the two teams will have to fight each other, whereas an unknown monster or opponent will be competing with them. The most that this portion of the test can last is up to May 15th.

Dark sapphire eyes burned into the woman from well across the field of 'play' as Dante watched her carefully, his arms folded over his chest as his tongue ran playful over his lips and left canine tooth. He laughed a little to himself as he watched the girl in fear, confusion, and then anger and impatience. Finally, he grew tired of merely watching, and slowly untucked his arms, moving with a very casual and care free step, Dante proceeded through the ensuing darkness before him, and into the main arena...

The darkness outside of the haven for the fallen fighters suddenly began seeping in like the darkened veins of forgotten demi-god, and slithered across the floor like snakes of the Garden of Eden. A figure's form could be made out of the darkness, but even those with the vision of the night could not make out any more than shape of what appeared to be a man. He stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath. He then proceeded to take a step, the thick sound of heavy boots stepping on the hard, hollow floor filled the air as silence swept over the area around him, like air was a sin to take in. His hand was at a brilliant-looking sword against his back, but he'd be damned if he took that off now, and it would take center stage of this 'dance' very shortly. He stepped back suddenly, rotating his body slowly and his head looking around with an amusing grin filling his lips from under his shadowy embrace, a pair of twin handguns resting against the back of his jacket which nuzzled the blade of his sword as he took carefree glances around, eying all the creatures of the night with a small grin. He was there to fight and kill: he had a purpose.

The shadows around him suddenly fell like dripping blood, a coat of pure crimson red cascading down to the floor, the jacket was open revealing a black and red skin tight spectra vest that he wore. Calve-high black boots were wrapped around each leg, covered with belts as his jacket sleeves were rolled up half-way, revealing skin tight black under armor-like cloth against his skin up to just above his wrist, black leather fingerless gloves encasing both hands as ivory hair fell across his face, his looks and youth seeming to belong to that of a seducer demon, his charm and seemingly perfect skin almost like a personified version of lust. His eyes were hidden by a pair of thin-rimmed black glasses that he wore, and as few came to see, held a terrible secret. Stepping past snarls in whispering tongues he didn't know from around the arena, and remarks he did, he was glad to see that even a few of those tainted by darkness still remembered him. Dante Redgrave: the Devil of Daybreak.

Stopping about ten feet from his opponent, he held his arms out to his sides with a sexy grin on his face, his word's coming in low and almost taunting. "What's the matter, baby? Afraid of the dark...?" Dante laughed to himself as the last word escaped his lips, his eyes searching the artificial skies as he mentally sighed. This place was a place he dreaded most. It was so drab, so dark, so uneventful. Even so, he could feel his blood flowing with a fervor he hadn't known in a while, his demonic heritage feeling so strong here that his body felt as light as a feather. Flexing both hands and bouncing on his toes for a moment, Dante cracked his neck to the side, a light 'pop' filling the almost soundless arena as his grin took a sinister turn, his eyes flashing from behind his glasses as the darkness around him and the girl began to giggle like mad, a munchkin- like laughter that seemed to be directed to Asmaria. Shaking his head, Dante spoke in a sensual tone that was like poison, a soft crescendo leading to a dramatically deadly finish. "This is the devil's playground, little girl. I don't think you have what it takes to kick my a** here. it's almost a shame, actually.... Having to make someone as cute as you another pretty little stain on this arena's floor." Dante's stance changed dramatically as he took a loose fist-fighting style as his head bounced with the up beat nature he now held. he motioned for her to come with one hand, his glasses falling down his nose just a little for his eyes to pierce the darkness around him, the sapphire color as forbidden in this place as ambrosia. The eyes stared into her like a curious cat, no doubt leaving her at least a slightly unnerving feeling of being watched and dissected like she was nothing more than an insect. "You think you got what it takes to dance with me? Come on, show me what you can do. A little animosity DOES make life more... Interesting, Don't you think? Come on, Sweetheart: Heaven or Hell, let's rock!" He wildly motioned for her to come now, his cocky and outlandish attitude surely masking something far greater underneath... but would she catch it in the midst of the beginning battle?

One thought passed through his mind as he waited for her to move.

'Its already begun... there's no chance to escape now...'