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Absortion?

Yes, he had that ability. As he watched surges of black trace along the magical leylines in Damrius' body Maximos could have triggered his LRS and stolen a taste for himself. But that was a trick at best, for meager to mediocre fighters, he wouldnt insult Damrius that way. He didnt take some, or half, he took it all.

The black surge ran down Maximos' left arm, stinging and singing as it danced along his skin. But Maximos was focused, committed, he would have to worry about pain later, right now he had a punch to deliver. And he did so, with gusto. He could feel the dry thud as he impacted Damrius' chest cavity, and at he moment of impact he released the essence he had built up during his previous defensive activity.



On this particular occasion as opposed to the secondary punch, Damrius would be able to hear a loud pop akin, to a gunshot or a very big firecracker as a small explosion of pure force shot from the impact point of the fist. It carried just enough force to slam an unexpecting individual, like Damrius back a good five or six feet, simply because he was currently on one leg and off guard.

Visually, a burst of purplish black flame would be seen exploding from Maximos' fist as soft free snow, and snow flakes were scattered in all directions.

And as the burst settled, a sort of black smoke could be seen wafting off of Maximos' arm as he waited to see the extent of the damage he had done.

True to his wording, Maximos waited to see the extent of the damage he had done. Damrius was blow back, alive, and breathing. That was all he needed to see, the man wouldnt be given the time to rest. He was being pushed to give his all, as agreed.

And Maximos would already be closing the space between them, stopping just 3ft short of Damrius, his right arm surging with black and violet essence before it was slammed directly into the ground. There would be a sickly violet whiplash across the snow, clearly zooming forward before a powerful blast of black would explode upwards beneath the resting Damrius.

It would be a concussive force, similar to the one he had just experienced, and it would be easy to dodge if, and likely only if he stopped hunching and gasping and forced himself back into motion.

He was thinking on his feet, good. To make an attack like this, Damrius was moving for the kill. It was clear to see that without some sort of supernatural defense of an attack like that hit someone clear in the face, their day was bound to be messed up for good.

Unfortunately, Maximos could and would not be felled by any such tricks.

There was simply no way in the world Maximos would simply sit there, or launch an attack, meant to make a person move...at a person who was already moving. Damrius' hand moved in, and was thwarted by one easily negligible detail...Maximos' other arm.

He could see it, he could see the blueish black essence writhing into his opponents hand, though whether or not he could he wouldnt have simply let someone reach for his neck. Instead, his right fist smacked the ground while he shoved up from a crouched position. His left hand flew outwards, and upward, shoving Damrius' arm up from beneath it, while his face moved forward aiming to viciously headbutt his opponent.

Least of all would Maximos be brought down, or even really singed by more lightning. He had faced the element more times than he could count, and its constant attempts to shut him down or shut off some part of him never succeeded, and never would.

For most elements or attacks, Maximos would need time to concentrate on and focus on the nature of an attack before it could be replicated. Here, he need nothing of the sort.



The moment Damrius attempted to send an electrical charge through a set of rubber insulated winter gloves, he would see the bright violet glow engaging down the entire length of Maximos' forearm, to about the elbow. What energy wasnt out right eaten, was fizzled off by the very nature of the glove, and clothes that Maximos' wore, and what remained was little more than a tingle.

Damrius tried to send a stunning shock at Maximos' head only to find that his left arm had bent at the wrist, and he had stomped forward. Almost immediately removing the space between the two fighters as he sent a powerful smack directly for the center of Damrius' chest.

Yes, a smack. For some odd reason, the Shadow's hand was wide open, when it moved to attack. But, as one of the boys arms was being grabbed and the other was engaged in a failed attack, his chest was wide open.

Sutiiven wouldn't wait long for his opponent nor would he have any exchange in words like most fighters did before a fight. Reinhart knew why he was here and he knew the quicker he ended the sooner he could leave. Unseen to Sutiiven he stood behind a current of his own magic rendering him invisible to the naked eye.

From his position however a row of wicked man sized spears sprang from the ground starting from Reinhart to Sutiiven. Each spear rose in quick sucession stabbing the empty air above it singing as it rose to it's full height then retreated back into the ground. There was no physical wound on the floor, no hole, no crack, nor fissure, these spears looked phantasmal, and were slightly opaque.

Tinted with red on the edges it let off a smoky aura like a heated knife left in the freezer. They came at Sutiiven like a wave, it was just a warning however, Reinhart wouldn't stoop so low to attack while in an unseen state.

"Bravo."

He said, his voice boomed from every direction towards Sutii.

"Though the acrobatics were a bit much for my taste."

With that he spilled into view as if stepping out from behind his invisible curtain. He wore his simple grey outfit, with his brwn shirt, black boots, and jacket. One eye remained hidden behind his red locks of hair as h stared to Sutii with his one exposed ice blue eye.

"I assume you know why you're here and the sooner we get this over with the better."

A smokey bloody aura eminated from him as he crossed his arms, he grinned at Sutii.

"Shall we?"

Shrugging off Sutii's comment Reinhart remained still collecting his tactics and to his surprise Sutii came in for the 'first' attack. It was suitable to call it first since his spears were only a warning. No matter, he stood unmoved and bothered not to flinch as Sutii charged and threw his feint kick. Instinctively Reinhart threw his right foot back to give Sutii's foot room to pass through.

The first kick never came however. With his arms no longer crossed he waited for the next attack and being as he was now it wasn't going to reach his face more than it was going for his left shoulder. Reinhart repeated the same motion as before but in the opposite direstion. Sutii's foot flew past his face brushing against his hair, the shoe was so close Reinhart knew instantly what kind of shoes Sutii had on.

Surprisingly enough all Reinhart did was throw his right forearm out bumping Sutii's left side to push him back some and maybe throw him off balance. Reinhart still wanted to get a feel for his opponent before he employed his tactics.