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HP: 24

Antar merely gave his head a small shake. He had no desire or interest in conversing with this demi anymore then he had with Warrior. He saw that his knee jerk was successful in striking the demi's stomach. He was watching from the corner of his eye for the movement of the mace, the primary weapon Arsh had been using. His tail moved, though not quickly enough to avoid getting scraped.

Antarmurss shifted to the demi's left, and attempted to simply backhand Arsh.. "Get out of my sight."

HP: 21

Disdain flickered over Antar's face. He may have weakened enough for the Warrior to defeat him, but there was no way in his mind that some piddling demigod would defeat him. Or so he thought, until the mace was swung again. He assumed it was going towards his legs once more, and he moved to avoid it. What he did not anticipate was the feint. Antarmur'ss felt the mace jolt against his chin and forced him back a step. As he rubbed his chin, he swung his tail around to strike at Arsh's own legs.

HP: 18

That tail of Arsh's was used with a degree of skill that Antar himself possessed as well. He felt the spike wrap around and stab into his other leg, and down the Dark god went. As he fell, he attempted to direct his fall so he came down on top of Arsh, elbows first of course.

HP: 17

After landing, Antarmur'ss took a moment to try and push himself up. He felt the tail binding his legs, and he glanced down. It was when Arsh attempted to choke him that he turned a ached brow look at the demi. "If this is your attempt at flirting with me, your not doing it well." He hissed as he jerked his head back to loosen the grip about his throat. As he did so, Antar formed a fist with his hand and struck out at Arsh's face.

HP: 15

The expression that crossed Antarmur'ss face could only have been described as dark. He felt the punch land from Arsh, but did not even flinch. Rather, Antarmur'ss reached up to his mask. Curling the silver tipped fingertips into the edges of the black leather, he tore it from his face. Beneath the mask was a black void. A darkness pierced only by the purple glow of his eye. Exposed as he was, Antarmur'ss felt no concern. They were in his domain, and no light here was strong enough to truly inflict harm upon his naked essence. The black of Antar's skin deepened until it was the same hue of his inner void, again only the purple marks upon his tail, eyes, and hair remained their vibrant color. Darkness radiated from his body like a visible wave of cold. The Dark God rose the hand not holding his mask above his head and he summoned the darkness into a visible aura writhing about the black tips of his fingers. "Vile uncouth child. Speak not of things you know nothing about. Your ignorance is nearly blinding." He hissed before bringing his shadow wrapped hand down. The force of his power focused in a pure blast of darkness energy.

::She would crash into the ground, partially over Arshavir's body, her hand lashing out to shove Antar back if need be. The other God was weakened, no matter what he said, -some- damage was done and he probably wouldn't want to tangle with her right now... She'd keep her eyes on Antar until he was gone.. then she would bend to pick up Arsh and carry him in the fireman's hold... slung over her shoulder... her hand reaching towards his mace that would snap to her hand as if on command, then she'd turn and rush through the darkness, away from this place, to take her Demi back to the camp where she could tend to his wounds herself.::