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A brief sigh fell from Quint. She wanted to make them pay for their jokes, and she would, but she understood that going in without a clear head would quickly cause her to lose her own. It almost felt like high school all over again, except the bullies could actually back up their taunts with violence.

"Cheating?" Quint asked, surprised that a being such as Rake would resort to dirty tactics. "...What do you mean?"

Yes, cheating. Im the villan, remember? You said so yourselves.

*It smirked and lashed its tail*

As for what exactly I have in mind... I would so love to let you find out for yourself. You people just DONT pay attention. I'll give you a clue. Its a trick I pulled once already the FIRST time I kicked your a**. As for your friend over there... I suggest you tell it to stay out of this unless you want me to skip this fun little game and get stright down to slaughtering things. Maybe your sister first?

Turning, Quint spotted Gatz, happy that someone had come to see her fight.

"Haha, thanks. Don't worry though, you probably won't have to." Quint smiled confidently.



"The first time?" She struggled to remember. She could recall the shock, blacking out, then not much else.. "You mean that shocky thing you did? Yea, I remember that. Fret not, I won't be making the same mistakes again."

Picking up the last unrefined piece of Bauxite, she calmly transmuted the element, slowly forming a sword. Quint toiled with the blade, sharpening and tempering it to give her sword a fine edge. However, with the last exchange of words, it leaving her head not fully focused, the sword wasn't as strong as should would have liked. The hilt would be made of her bats, giving it a great grip and feel, covering her hand fully, partially guarding her fingers and wrist from some likely shock. Quint nodded; she would need any help she could get.

Quint stretched her limbs, taking a few practice swings.

"We've been here for quite some time, and we--I'm just getting old by sitting around talking. I know we'd both like to get this over with, so let us do that."

Right hand on her hilt, the other covered in the Aluminum Oxide she created, Quint crouched slightly, ready to move at a moment's notice. With her deadly sword pointed at Rake, she mentally calmed her mind. It would take a sure head, steady sword, and powerful magic, but she felt that she was ready to take on the task.

Her life depended on it.

Her stare still fixed on Rake, Quint's mouth frowned slightly.

"I have no intentions of dying. Even if I do, of which there's a small chance of happening.." She smirked, that a final, catty remark to Rake, "I don't care what they think."

Quint spoke loudly, telling everyone what she thought. "I am me, nothing more, nothing less. I did what I did for reasons of my own, and if there's anyone who will judge my motives, it will be ME!

I make the rules in MY life; I say what will and will not happen in it!

I. Will. Not. Die."

Dante would have made a great negotiator; he was good at getting under someone's skin, and into their heads. Quint was quite livid, but one had to ask: Would it work in her favor?

A siren blared in Quint's head, courtesy of her bats.



They were right, Rake did seem too willing to be struck, and those circles meant something, or else they wouldn't be there. Shuffling forward, Quint spoke to Rake.

"I thought we were going to fight, not see how much pain I could inflict. But...if you're feeling masochistic today, I have no right in stopping you."

Running now, Quint prepared her attack, the sword in her hand still warm from transmutation. Wanting strength and speed in her strike, more bats were used to cover the left hand, having to use a lot considering that the hand was enveloped with a thick sheet of metal.

Closing in, Quint let out a stabilizing breath, paying close attention to Rake and its immediate surroundings. Rake said itself that it was playing dirty; Quint had no room for screw-ups.

Contact. With enough force to cause some sand to lift, Quint swung her blade at Rake's torso, simply trying to get past her first and now second layers of skin. After her first cleave, she did the reverse, cutting again. In a flash she continued her assault, still looking for any movement from Rake's arms or legs. She spotted none, so she went on to her next blow.

There was some scarring on Rake's body, enough to see a few ribs. This was all Quint would need, at least for now. Returning the sword to her side, Quint's bats released their hold on her left hand, and she quickly punched straight to Rake, past her electrical field, hitting its torso with great force. There was a slight sting as her hand passed the barrier, but it wasn't even close to stopping her while she opened her fist, intense heat coming from her palm. The fire was so strong, Quint began to sweat, but she couldn't tell if it was from the flame, or from her anxiety. Once enough heat was placed, so much that Rake's bones looked red, Quint changed the element, a sudden freeze being felt by the daemon. This stage of her attack left Quint a bit weaker with every casting of her spells, but onward they went, until the ribs that were affected looked brittle and weak.

Now Rake's chest looked like a cheap 'Operation' model, and with a final, fierce blow, its ribs would likely give up, causing the daemon to gain an acute case of Flail chest.

Backing her hand away, she wound it up. It was her left hand, which meant her weaker one, but the force from her blow would likely be great enough to fracture the fragile bones.

Quint's fist seemed to be a blur as she put her entire body into the blow.

Mandy shrugged in the background, and pushed her back off the Palm's trunk, taking a few steps forward in the sand, nearing Gatz as she continued forward.. "I don't think theres such a thing as Cheating.." She shared her own point of view.. "Do what you need to do to get what needs to be done... Done."

With that said, Mandy didn't fail to stop walking forward. She felt a certain 'need' for Rake's disappearance, for she completely doubted that Rake would leave the island in any profitable condition, no matter what deals were made. The shadow of Quint's blade began to tremble and spaz, Only to suddenly whip from the girl's body, rise from the ground, and completely Fuse itself Onto Mandy's right hand. The shorter blond girl's dead, dark eyes looked into those of Quint from behind Rake's levitating arms, "I don't see why such a plan wouldn't work." She said with her same monotone, and the black hues of her blade Gave away to reveal an exact replica of Quint's own blade, perfect to the last detail, and just had sturdy.

Mandy herself suddenly darted for Rake's own tail in attempts of severing such a useless limb, and would quickly thereafter jut it's length straight through the back of the beasts Abs, a move that would sever whatever Spinal cord it may have.

Dante had indeed felt Loki as he appeared in the shade just off the edge of the beach. The only reason that his presence was not yet acknowledged was because Dante was busy trading off insults. The first move of the fight was really all he needed to see at this point. He knew exactly what Rake was attempting, and was nothing less than befuddled at how easy not only Quint, but also Mandy, had made it. The only way this fight would not end in a fatal way at this point was through diving intervention, early into the fight though it may have been.

So as Dante had little to worry about, he headed in Loki’s direction. His intentions were far more friendly towards the Incubus than they were to the island’s residents simply because there was respect present. That and the fact that, should he win Morrigan and gain suitor-ship, Loki would be almost like family to him.

“I was wondering when you were going to show.”