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" Oh just shut up." Damion said, slowing to a crawl as he frowned alittle. " This is pointless isn't it?" He asked, cocking his head to the right with a questioning expression. He had already lost, that much was clear to him, no need to make this any more painful than it was.

" Hows about we just call this a loss on my part?"

Damion nodded and grinned himself, lifting his unarmed hand in a wave," Gotcha boss, catch'ya later. Live free die hard and all that Jazz." He said, watching Ryugi fade away. Hm....wonder if there was a center to this Void thingy. Might as well find out eh? " Hehe...pkow..." He murmured, pointing his knife like a gun and making a similar noise, even moving his arm up as if in lazy recoil.

" Off we go." He said to himself, starting off into what he figured was deeper Void area.

Well that was the thing about new toys wasnt it? One never knew what tricks they held. Why should the sword be so quick? Why should a hand have an eye? What would Maximos do? How would he respond?

Thankfully a few of those questions did infact have answers.

As Maximos exited his slash, he let his right hand slip from the hilt and his left lead. This made it easier to balance himself and control the motion of the sword, though its Dragonsteel construction made it lighter than normal, it was no dagger. It wouldnt be comin straight back...not unless his right arm stood on its grip...which it didnt.

Instead the sword flew up, and over head and...

Ruuvan would find out first hand what sort of secrets that metal arm held. Or was it second hand?

As the elf spun around and brought his sword to bear, Maximos right arm was in the process of rising upwards. Purple sparks gleemed and filled the air as metal gritted against metal and the arm, moved up....hard. Unnaturally hard, deflecting the slash with ease.

It moved to join Maximos' left hand, this time beneath it, to add power to the movement as it drug the sword straight down from over head with unnatural speed and force, trailing a swath of black in its wake.

Why?



Because the arm had tricks in its sleeve, in its bone. And Maximos was going to use them, at least making a partial use of the element of surprise. Ruuvan would surely be able to dodge, infact Maximos was counting on it, what with such a broad straight vertical slice. But the elf would be forewarned as to what he was dealing with!

Elsewhen, in the Void...

"Okay, seriously, what the hell..." Rain whined.

Where was he, anyways? He was travelling through this forest after the tournament ended, and this... mist had settled in. It was getting hard to see, and he was feeling tired, so he had decided to stop and rest for a spell.

Perhaps he dozed off and this was a dream? He couldn't tell. It felt too real to be a dream, but too fantastic to be real.

Nothingness, as far as the eye could see. He even knelt down to feel the ground; he could touch it, and it was solid enough, but he couldn't tell what it was, or even make it out visually.

"I call shenanigans. I swear, if a wizard did it, I'll..." he started, trailing off into a series of unhappy grumbles.

Rain, who looked exactly like his current avatar (for historical reference when people look back on this fight, is a dark vest, dark jeans, feet wraps, hand wraps, and a slightly torn cloak), just... watched.

"Aaaaannnnddddd now I'm apparently on drugs. My dreams aren't normally this wacky. Actually... they normally aren't wacky at all. ... huh."

He would bring his right hand up to the bridge of his nose, massaging it in frustration between his index finger and thumb.

"I want to ask for directions, but I know where that will get me. Soooooo, I think I'll just sit this one out and observe."

And he would just stand casually as he watched this half-elf shemale possibly walk on by, with the exception of taking a step or three back to give hir a wide berth, if there wasn't one already.

"Err..."

Rain blinked, when... it, started coming towards him.

"I'm ah... I think you have me confused with someone else. I'm hardly a ******** of mothers, and I don't even know how I got here! Just passing through, honest!" he said, hands up in front of him defensively, showing empty palms to prove he wasn't a threat.

He would began to backpedal as this odd person began its charge towards him, trying to keep pace with the speed the scythe-weilding person was advancing with.

"Look, all I want to do is get back to the woods! I don't mean to intrude on you or your business, so I'll just be on my way if that's okay with you!" he would try again. He wasn't a barbarian, he'd try reasoning with them first.

That's the thing about being on a flat, featureless, shrouded, infinite plane, without any idea how you got there. You really couldn't go anywhere.

And while he was confident he could outrun this person, he didn't think he could get back home without this person's help. So, subdual would be in his best interest.

While backpedalling, he balled his hands into fists and raised his right forearm close to the side of his head.

"Right bracer, dispense fifteen feet." he would say, seemingly to himself. Then a pause.

"I said, right bracer, dispense fifteen feet." Again, nothing would happen.

"Initiative Security Measure: Beta." he said aloud this time, giving a nervous glance to the side briefly.

Nothing. He had to try to see if anyone else was there, maybe he could make out someone else in the mist that this psychopath was possibly already engaged with. He would shut his eyes tight, and open them. Still nothing happened.



"What the hell?!" he simply exclaimed loudly. Not realizing he had actually stopped backing up about halfway through this post, while his apparent opponent was still approaching.