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*As his own hairs were singed by his own attack, snapping them quickly, he watched the now seemingly wolflike creature jump from it's position on Gouken's anatomy. His deep red eyes followed the being as it sailed through the air above him, and watched as it landed a few feet behind him. This creature had more skill than he had anticipated.

Just before the creature's feet hit the ground, Gouken made a lunge towards it, arms ready for an attack. Standing 8 feet tall made it's lunges quite large and in two steps he stood a only a couple feet from his opponent, making a large swipe with his taloned hand at the wolf's midsection. He kept his other arm ready for an attack, watching his opponent's limbs intensely so he could notice the beginnings of an attack.*

*If Gouken hadn't been watching the wolf's limbs with such intensity, this would have been disastorous.

For him, at least.

But, with forward momentum and the speed at which the wolf was moving towards him, a dodge to either side would be quite impossible. Instead, Gouken lowered his body to a crouch, tucking his knees to his chest. As the creature passed above him, he could feel the burning heat of it's hands singe the thin layer of fur covering his whole body. He was immune to pain though, so he was only aware of the occurence.

At the point when the wolf's groin area was just above his head, Gouken used what his father liked calling the 'porcupine' technique. Twenty seperate strands of his hair grew to life, and shot upwards in random directions at his opponents body, all inch-thick needle pointed and poised to pierce the beast's anatomy.

His eyes did not leave the wolf's limbs, of course. Whilst his hair shot up to impale the creature, Gouken lifted a clawed arm to attempt to grasp his opponent's tucked in leg, somewhere around the ankle. If his grab held, he would drop his hairs back to their noraml position, and stand once again to spin and toss his opponent to the ground. If not, then he would remain where he was and watch for a counter-action.*

*If Gouken could feel emotions in his demon state, anger and embarassment would be what he was feeling at the moment he realised his own attacks made the wolf stronger. He should have seen it sooner.

As his hair was instantly incinerated by the flames, Gouken attempted to roll to one side. He felt the burning grip as his opponent's clws then pierced the skin of his shoulder, searing the flesh in a 30 centimeter radius all around the point they struck. And, to make it worse, a substantial chunk of his flesh was ripped from his shoulder when the creature flipped, rendering his left arm useless. His roll to the side continued, and he got to his feet once it stopped, turning to face his opponent.

Crimson blood oozed from the huge claw-like gashes running up Gouken's shoulder, and all his black fur had been singed away of the left side of his face, most of his skin as well. His left eye had be completely burnt out, leaving nothing but an open socket. His upper arm was also singed, the heat emonating from the wolf's attack had melted away most of the skin there, too. Luckily the bleeding was quite minimal, the wounds had been instantly cauterized by the sheer intense heat of his opponent's arms.

But the wolf had taken all of the spikes from his attack. This left somewhere around 13 one-inch holes in the beast's body, which would inevitably leak blood at an incredible rate. If Gouken could survive for a bit longer, the other creature would surely go unconsious from blood loss. Gouken could not feel pain, but nothing was said about fatigue. His body struggled to continue after the heavy wounds had been inflicted; but Gouken would not give up.

He made his only useable palm face the ground and opened a quick portal to the abyss around his feet. He sank into it quickly, and just as it began to close, four more opened. One above the wolf's head, one to it's right, one to it's left, and one behind it. Since time in the abyss was suspended, it was possible for Gouken to open these at the same time. When they formed, tyrades of the lightning-like jet black fire burst from the portals above and to the left and right.

During the onslaught, Gouken bust from the portal behind his opponent. When he emerged completely, the fire ceased. Gouken made another lunge towards the beast, shoving his only useable arm towards it's back, directly the it's spine was located. His talons would rip through flesh and bone alike, and if he connected it would paralyze the creature. The only thing he had left to defend with, his tail, was poised and ready to lash out if the wolf decided it wanted to attack again.*

::Daemon didn't welcome the thought of being torn into by this frail 'thing', but what she was about to incite was more than just a wound upon him. As her 'talons' neared within half an inch from his arm, Daemon's energy sparked to life agaist her claws, but were not enough to prevent penetration. The talons pierced after a second of force, the energy dispersing into her gauntlet, surging with great power into her body while using the metal as a false conductor, draining whatever energy might be contained within it.

The second phase, her penetration of his arm, cause a second natural reaction to her attack. As the sharp talons ripped into his unprotected forearm, small, dark flames sprouted from the piercings. The pain, though, was harsh enough to rip through his focus and concentration, a piercing inhuman roar ripping from his throat as his arm was torn into. The flames grew with an unbridled fury, almost exploding from the newly formed openings. The explosion of flame would cause enough force to toss her from his appendage, but the what flames that would touch her would react much differently from normal fire. This...was hellfire. The purest flame.

To perception of vision, the flames would appear as living obsidian stone, molding and shifting just as fire would, but smooth and solid to the touch. Ah yes, the touch. The feeling of this was far different from other kinds of flame, as if you were touch it, you would only feel a cool surface, like that of flowing water, but if its intent or that of its Master is anger and harm, the fire itself would reach the very core of the unknown and unobtained degree of absolute zero. The flame would wrap itself around the being it was attacking, freezing everything on contact, and in essence 'burning' it from existence. Even immortals are incapable of resisting the instant pain unleashed by it, despite their existance in eternity. Immortality in hellfire, is eternity in constant pain, for you see hellfire also has the ability to restore the flesh it 'burns' from its victim, turning the process into an unending cycle of pain. The only release is either death, or release by a Master.

For Spearfrost, this was a rare occurance as for the moment of release, Daemon's mind was unfocused due to the pain caused by her piercing his flesh, disabling him from concentrating the hellfire against her. No, instead the remnants of the fire would splash against her, and then fall to the ground to burn until recollected. Once recollected, the flames would work to remend the wounds, eventually healing Daemon over a matter of time. It was never instant, taking at least a half an hour for full healing, and it would be about that long before his right arm was at full strength again. His rage was syphoned now, focusing itself into pure thought and the battle ahead. His ability was only hindered by this attack, but his assault would only continue.


His right arm temporarily crippled, hanging by his side, his body turned left towards her, his stance widened to support him as his eyes focused on Spearfrost. Daemon's left hand flared outward, towards Spearfrost. A mass of crimson energy built over his body, surging over him and around his shoulder. Snaking and weaving down his arm, Daemon gathered the energy in his outstreched palm, collecting it at first into a small orb. Slowly, the orb would grow, sparking and snapping the air around it. A little longer, and he would have a fatal enough amount to strike her with.::

::Cerebus landed with a thud and several cracks. The dozens of wholes in his body lowered its structural integrity, immensely. If he punched to hard, or kicked too strong he'd find a body part literally crumbling away. He had to find a way to get close to his opponent or...his opponent could...

That was when Gouken fell through the floor. Cerebus had seen alot of battle tactics. His mind searched through his history like a computer scanning through its files. The portals opened around him, and that was when the final realization hit. If Gouken opened portals around him, then obvious he planned to perform an attack some sort fromt these portals. But if his only goal was to attack from multiple angles, then why would he himself vanish....unless...yes...unless he planned to attack himself! And since there wasnt a portal opening in front of the wolf...then...he was behind him!

Cerebus dove forward, just as the burning bolts hit. As he soared backwards, he flipped the Zero around so that the neck of the guitar pointed directly at Goukens arm as it reached for him. The arm was long, it would reach...unless. Cerebus cocked the neck of the guitar like one would c**k a shotgun. His shadow flame in seconds bathed over the guiar. He then ripped a chord on the guitar. The vibration triggered the internal mechanism of the guitar, and almost instantly from the neck of the guitar fired a shadow flame fireball. It was about 4inchs around and aimed directly at the center of Goukens palm as it reached for Cerebus.

Gouken had multiple threats. Since Cerebus did not take the burning bolts of lighting, then like Gouken would be attacked by his own lightning when his hand reached foward. And not but a split second later, the shadow flame ball would fly forward. The ball burned with the heat of Cerebus's hands, a full 2000 degress, but, due to the fact that the ball was a infact a ball, and concentrated, it would burn at a horrid 3000 degrees. Enough to destroy Goukens right arm entirely, by burning it to ash, from the hand to the shoulder.

But there was another notice, throughout the fight Cerebus had felt a familar tingle in the back of his neck. A telepathic tingle. Now, the wolf couldnt speak for Gouken, but he knew that for the past over telepathy had been something he used literally all the time. It was his only means of conversation and communication. The wolf was quite the skilled telepath, and so, he had made sure, that before he jumped away from Goukens burning bolts, that he raised his psychic shielding. Basically making his mind, invisible to those who would try to spy. As if he had no mind. His thoughts were his own.::

The First mate grinned.

"Vyse! Get in there and fight him! I'll take a back seat for now!"

The first mate then stood off to the side watching the two men get ready.

"Aye Aye, sir."

*Vyse jumps, leaping from mast to mast, touching just long enough to move to the next. Landing about six feet from his foe, Vyse wields his two cutlasses menacingly*

"Heheh. This'll be fun."

"We'll see about that."

*Vyse swings his cutlasses carelessly at his foe, not about to cower from a fight.*

He's probably bluffing. I'm not going to fall for it