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"Fo' rizzle?"He said with a smirk. He didn't move though, or at least it seemed that he didn't move, there was a noticeable shift of weight, but that was about it. A nanosecond later he was infront of her about a foot away, his front turned, but he still only stood there. "But my mother told me that hitting girls was wrong."

As she inhaled and made the sound that people made when they were about to hawk up and spit, Zee moved again. and as the spit flew from her mouth the ridge of his hand was resting on her throat.".....You missed..."

His nose gave a violent crunch, but he had felt worse, the pain was welcome, now it was her turn, as she mad impact, the energy of the pain rushed into his right hand, which found her exposed stomach with relative ease, he then sent the energy searing into her, ten times the pain of his broken nose strait into her stomach, it would feel like Mark Mcguire hitting you in the stomach with a baseball bat a couple of times.

It seemed like almost a dream as the fighters went on and on with this intensifying battle which amazed her. A mist floated around the outer limits of the fight out of safety before stopping. Just below the mist, the earth, the grass started to swift from side to side as if something was being summoned. The mist started to swift back and forth as well before a small gust seemed for form around it. There was a distinct mixture of fire and water in the gust, they seemed to clash effortlessly against one another during the cycled variation of swirls.

It then started, to some it seemed impossible to recognize the technique used. The mist seemed to attract energy from the environment around her, the fighters not being included. The energy took shape in the center of both the fiery, cold gust and the mist deep in the eye of it. It took shape of a figure, a person as it were. As the shape seemed almost complete, it started to shift again as if it was wearing clothing now instead of being in the nude. As it slowed it’s shifting once again, there was a small blue flicker as a pair of eyes seemed to have formed.

It was almost complete as now the figure started to materialize from the head to its toe. Starting from the top seemed to form a pair of angelic black wings that were plush, they connected to the black plushy-like hat that rested on top of the head of this figure, it had two white eyes seeming to be a reflection of the other centered. This hat also had two black flaps that went down to cover her ears, her short black hat spiked up in the back where the hat didn't cover, leaving two strands of black hair over on her face, one cascading over each eye. The face started to become clearer, it had the beauty of an elven woman, the complexity was minimal as the features seemed to be almost dreamily. The eyes were of the deepest shade of sapphire blue with a hint of an ice-cold essence around the edges of the iris. She had the most adorable nose as if it was almost as cute as a button, her lips were full and lush as they were also as soft as a silken petal of a rose. Her lips were an amazing shade of peach, but there was just the slightest tint of crimson to them that made them shine, their form was as if they were kissed by an angel.

Her body had the shape of an angel as well, it was almost amazing for the figure was no angel. Around her neck was a leather collar but what hung from it was a silver circle with the imprint of an old English cross cut out of it, this metal circle hung down to where her collarbone was. As for clothing, she seemed to be wearing the minimal for her nature. She had on a black strapless bra that hugged tightly to her chest and upper half, this was all for her upper clothing. Her breasts did not pile out of this clothing as most of the woman's did, she had a very small shape and it didn't bother her. The half materialized woman started to animate, moving her hands and fingers as they formed only to show black gloves, the fingers cut off of them with white restraint bands around her wrists before the rest of the black material went an inch or so past her wrist.

She had on a black stylish skirt that went about to her mid thighs, this allowed her to bend over and not have it ride up so high everyone could see her rear. There was a black studded belt that went from her left hip to just a few inches below her right. She had on white socks that went up like crew cut ones, there was a black stripe three fourths of an inch below the band that held them up. Her final piece of clothing or accessory was her black hide platform shoes, this allowed her not to stand at 5"6' anymore but at 5"8' so she would not be the shortest person once again. Her body was not complete for some reason, there were small glowing places on her body. Where her left arm glowed formed a tattoo of a pair of black demon wings, a barcode underneath them. Where it glowed on her stomach appeared a pair of angelic black wings with one on each side of her pierced navel, the piercing was that of a dragon's head with ruby jeweled eyes.

The final piece to her mystery appeared on her lower back where the final tattoo appeared, it was in a black letter text with a demon wing on the left and an angel on the right. The letting seemed to read "Mistress of Nightmares" as the last "s" formed a curved line underneath all the lettering. The wings dripped blood and were black, which did not amaze her of her creativity or lack of having it any other way. The gust slowed rapidly as the mist faded into nothing. Within moments, there was a small pop and the fire/water raging gust turned into bubbles, inside these bubbles was a petal of the rose that was the purest shade of red. She had become complete as her weapon was nowhere in sight, the way she liked it. She would rather be seen unarmed then armed and deadly even though it didn't matter either way. She was deadly in many ways but she hid them all from sight out of curiosity for the new world around her.

Jazzy D jolted her head back and let out a full blooded scream, the pain was unbearable, and when a human is exposed to too much pain, they go into a coma. Which is exactly what she did. Her head fall forward, and her body went limp. An appropriate phrase would be "Uh oh, spaghettios".

*Sunstrike sat on the edge of a raised circle, leaning back on his arms and swinging his outstreched feet in and out, almost like a child that was waiting impatiently for a friend. He was thinking quietly to himself in the very unreal atmosphere.*

Sunstrikes ears perked up at the gentle tread of footsteps that made their way closer and he scrambled up, kicking up some dust in his haste, and rubbing through most of the doodles he had made in the ground. Peering in the directing they came from he saw, to his surprise, Kas-er...Vahn standing opposite.

Carefully he raised his hand in greeting, mentally he was thinking the same thoughts that the taller man had been. That he'd been enjoying his day, and then he was here. All in the space of a blink. He had shed a few of the cumbersome winter clothing, the heat and cold being temperate in such an odd place, and was in some simple, ragged jeans and a t-shirt. His wings were carefully folded and out of the way, in his usual fashion.

"Last time I saw you, you could have been used as one of those eight-balls that show futures...on a larger scale of course."

An odd thing to say upon greeting...but then again it wasn't a very ordinary place anyway.