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Kamiss simply disappeared. The boy fell forward, losing his footing. The next instant, black swords were at his throat. "Then don't. What...is...your...name?" He hissed through clenched teeth..

Disgusted the youth would give up his life so easily, Kamiss threw him headfirst into the sand, then starting walking away, forgetting the woman(Girl? Woman? Twenty is considered young, yet the time of 'adultery'. Is she a girl or a woman?) in his anger.

Kamiss didn't move. Didn't even swear. But his eyes did glow a blackish-blue for a second, then he started in surprise. Then his eyes became whitish-blue. And Sarukai found himself lifted up out of the air, sword dropped to the ground, and slammed into a tree. His sword was then picked up, and thrown far, far out into the ocean. All of this by some unseen force. Kamiss raised his hand, palm facing upwards, and a blue-ish white ball, like his eyes, rotated above it. It spasmed almost, growing and shrinking hungrily. "You really wanna play?" His swords worked free of their sheaths, rotating around him like sticks in a hurricane.

(Nothing. Observe.) Kamiss held out his hand, and the ball disappeared. In its place the man's sword. Kamiss walked over, lifted it, and plunged it through the man's heart. He walked on.

Kamiss turned around into the slash. His face was torn into shreds, skin handing off, blood gushing everywhere. And he laughed. "Want to see a claw?" He raised his arm. Black scales, smaller than peas, flew up his hand form his forearm. Black sinewy strands grabbed the skin on his face, pulling it back and sealing it, healing his wound without a seam. His nails became part of his fingers, lengthening and becoming ahrder than steel. His grabbed into the hole in Sarukai's shoulder, and ripped with all his might.

Amara watched all this from a good distance away, avoiding the two completely. Sitting down in the sand, she blinks, proping herself up on her elbow as she watches, interested in the outcome. (she can be a called a girl I guess >_>)

Sinone wandered aimlessly along the shoreline, her feet leaving dragged tracks through the coarse darkened sands, and her heavy black jacket flapping mercilessly at the back of her knees as the winds off the ocean caressed it and her black hair. She had been watching intently from the distance, as two individuals seemed to battle intensely and without pause. It was obvious one overpowered the other by a long shot, and yet the weakling still ensued, give an A+ for persistance thats for sure...
Sparking a small light and tapping a shoddily rolled cigarette loose from it's crumpled pack, she held it loosely between her chapped lips.
Letting a small smirk cross her face, she continued leisurely on her way towards the dueling pair and another silhouetted figure she noticed sitting upon the sand a bit farther away; curious by it's sight and sounds, the familiar scent of blood floating through the heavy cold air and tickling her nostrils...