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Engel continued, unaware that he was nearling the place where Satanael sat. He continued to hum, swinging his arms until he suddenly stopped. He felt, more then saw or knew, that someone else was there. He stood still, hugging his lamb plushie to his chest, swivvling his body lightly which made the skirt of his dress turn with his movements. "Hello?... Is someone there?"

He blinked, watching the vampire slip from the brush before him. The groan hadn't startled him, though he was a little concerned. Maybe the other male was hurt? But there was something in the man's voice that didn't seem to say that he was in some pain.
He hugged his lamb a little tighter, watching the male. "I'm not startled." He smiled weakly. "Are you okay? Why were you in the bushes?"

Jiang flicked his wings as the other male spoke to him. He found him very attractive, but he didn't want to scare him away by telling him that. He was a bit too shy to anyway. "I'm not use to these names since I am from China, so only Chinese names are familar to me." He nodded to him before hugging himself a bit more. "How are you?" He asked in a shy light tone of voice.

RP: Greed vs Shala'ia

Greed looks... amused as he steps into the sparring arena. It is a huge dry, dusty space under an unforgiving sun, surrounded by rocks. The sand is reddish and the sky is a clear, cruel, cloudless blue. Tossing his sword to the sand, he steps onto the ring and cracks his knuckles, raising a wing-like black eyebrow in challenge.
"Come on." he says, a slight smirk on his face, a glint of fang, as his slitted red eyes challenge the newcomer.

Shala'ia gazed over at her sparring partner, flexing her wings as if testing them. She rested all her weight on one foot as she stood on the opposite side of the arena, removing the full finger rings that adorned her fingers. Almost in a annoyed manner she tossed them aside, letting them land in the red sand. She took a single step forward, one finger pointed at Greed. "Prepare yourself, combatant." Her voice was almost a velvet coated grown, the light glinting off her armor as she suddenly rocketed forwards, her body like a bullet as she sped towards Greed, one arm pulled back as if ready to strick.

And Greed wasn't there for her TO strike.
Fast as thought, he too had moved forward, though slightly to one side of her, claws out to rend through flesh and bone. He aimed for her arm. His intent? To disable. When this blow connects, unless she could dodge it in time, backed by their mutual momentum, he would rip her arm out of it's socket, dislocating it. Even if it did not connect, he would be too much out of the way for her strike to have much effect.

She noticed only a blur and by then it was almost too late. Though she managed to roll out of the way before her arm would be dislocated, the claws his slice the outside of her arm.
She didn't take the time to notice. Instead, at the end of the roll, she spun around, charging at Greed yet again. She spread her wings, lifting herself into the air, before closing them again, sending her down like an arrow as she readied a blow aimed at the demon's head that could split the rocks about the ring in two.

Unharmed, untouched, and not even breaking a sweat, he almost negligently considered simply blocking the blow to show off... but no. Why exert himself more than he should? Best to get this over with fast. a simple adjustment of position, simply moving out of the way... and again, Greed seemed to vanish,so fast he was merely a blur...he leapt UP, his fist perfectly centered to strike at her midsection. He didn't want to kill her... but if it connected, he could and WOULD knock the breath out of her, before following up with another disabling strike.... at her wings this time. Greed would move to break the bones and then slam an elbow into her back, crushing her to the earth.. in a crater.
Where had he gone?

Unlucky for her, Shala'ia had not seen this coming, and so as she moved down, gaining speed as she went, she helped Greed's blow. It hit her in her midsection, successfully, knocking the wind out of her. A rather surprised and disbelieving look came over her face, her right hand instinctively grasping the wrist of the arm that had connected with her midsection.

And Greed took advantage of this, a minor change in plans, flipping her over, and using her as a cushion to land on, when they would hit the ground, his other hand wrapping around her throat, claws cutting into the vulnerable muscle viciously, fingers wrapped like a vice around her neck, clamping off her air supply thoroughly and efficiently


With the wind knocked out of her and with Greed's grip closing her throat to keep her from getting air into her lungs Shala'ia was suffocating, unable to breath or get any ounce of air into her lungs. She gripped at the offending arm with one hand, trying, rather calmly for someone being suffocated, to rip Greed's arm away while her other arm shot outwards, fingers aimed for Greed's eyes as she folded her wings tightly against her back.

When she let Greed's other hand go free to try to strike at his eyes, he quite naturally took advantage of that too. Catching the offending hand by an area slightly below the wrist before it could meet his eyes, he slammed a foot into her solar plexus again for leverage... and THEN twisted it at an angle and pulled. HARD. To dislocate the arm. Since she was his cushion as he would land, the impact would probably make quite a crater under the both of them....and given their current position, SHE would be landing on her back. on the wings to be precise.

The blow to her solar plexus nearly knocked her out and the soon after dislocation of her arm did not help matters at all. One arm now useless, she kept her other hand clamped tightly around the wrist of the hand that was closing her airway, chest hitching as her lungs burned from lack of air.
To make matters even worse, Shala'ia then smashed wing-first into the ground. At the speed that they were going, and with Greed using her as a cushion, the resulting hole in the ground was indeed rather large. Thankfully Shala'ia, from ongoing lack of air and immense pain, had lost consciousness as soon as she had hit the ground. Though simply because she was no longer away to feel it didn't mean that the injuries just magically stopped, they worsened. Both wings, on coming in contact with the ground very quickly, had broken in multiple places, the left wing nearly completely shattered. The force of impact was also enough to badly break multiple other bones in her body before she finally came to rest in the very heart of the crater.

Greed sighed in resignation as he loosened his grip on her throat, letting go of her and stood up, picking the unfortunate injured dragon up with the hand that had held her neck since by now her grip on his wrist had loosened enough for him to get loose. "Match over, since you passed out." He said flatly, as he took the unconscious dragon to the infirmary.

Envy looked at him disapprovingly, grumbling about having to patch up the injured sparring partner. Greed snorted back. "She started it."