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"It seems that some of are Michio's friends are trying to help him, so I propose that we get on with this before them come to help!" Evil says as he rushes at Good with his claws out and he slashes.

Good is sent back as the claws hit, they leave a huge wound on his chest

"And the fight for my alinment begins, I still hope Good wins."

((I've g2g, whilst I'm gone, if you RP much more, the two will bne trading blows, fighting hand-to-claw.))

Azrael made his way into the training hall today he wore teh same white robes he normally wore except this set had gold trimming and looked a litle more regal although the back was still stained with blood from his wings as were most of his robes. He made his way into the center of the room and slowly spun around taking in the whole room slowly noticing a few students training here and there. He deided simply to watch knowing that his skills were sufficient without training.

Scytheress stood to the side of the entrance to the training area, her arms folded over her chest and eyes veiled by the transclucent white covering of her mask. Her black tipped ear twitched as her gaze roamed over the students and came to rest on the blood-stain adorning a mans white robes. The fox-girl remained detached from the crowd and leaned lightly against the wall.

"If thats what you'd like to think....everything is flawed...even you!" he said looking at Azrael with somewhat ascrew as he looked around and saw Scythress she looked new and didn't look to friendly. Then Rivin looked back at Azrael and gave him a slight glare.

The din of voices and combat hid Scytheress's soft growl. In peering at Azrael she'd caught Rivin's glance out of the corner of her eye and flattened her ears back against her head threateningly. Scytheress had no intrest in being noticed or merely looked at in passing. Just Rivin's brief scan set her at odds with him already. Azrael's obvious disdain of her, however, seemed to ease her mind. At least one man at the establishment knew what was to be hated or revered.

Azrael got up immedaitly from hsi seat when Rivin shot the beam of red light from his wand. He stoo his full 6'4'' and with his anger came an even more imposning aura then normal, he would indeed unsettle any normal person. " If you insist " Angry at Rivin he reached behind his back and drew out his 7' long 1' wide gretsword the huge and heavy blade slammed to the ground at his isde held only by his right hand and sent out a loud banigng noise thorughout the trianing hall, just to make his figure more imtimidating he spread all six of his wings out teh blackned bleeding wings reachign a full wingspan of 16 feet. " You dont wish to draw upon my anger anymore Rivin "
(( have to walk dog should only take a minute or so wait for my next psot ))

[[Sorry dinner back^^]]

Rivin glared at Azrael he held wand out still, his eyes narrow Scythress seemed eager to jon in battle, it didn't matter. His wand was still, no movement at all, he glared again. He quickley wiped his wand around and sent out a larger blast of red light this time it was right on its mark and went flying straight towards Azrael as Rivin gave a slight smile.

" I guess you dont understand " Azrael put his left palm out infront of him and the lash of energy hit him smack dab in the palmand he closed his hand into a fist as if to catch it. He clenched his fist tighter and seemed to crush the enrgy blast as it broke into pieces and disintegrated. After a moment a few drops of blod came from between Azraels fingers and dripped to the ground all teh time he didnt even wince. " You were warned now face the wrath of a Seraphim ' Deimon pulled his sword up from its place embedded in the ground and brought it back over his head stil with hs right hand as he swung the 300 pound blade with no effort aimed to cleave Rivin right down the middle. ( heh i keep forgetting to add the colour )