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Dante heard and felt Deimon's massive power, starting to sweat as he bolted away from the man, a lightning bolt hitting under his heel as he cried out. QUEN! The ground was forming up under him as he flipped back, evading another bolt of lightning by the skin on his teeth. He bolted back, finishing the shape as he called out loaud to no one in paticular. HUELA!!! Suddenly, Dante felt the hairs on his neck stand...and then it hit him. He knew he could dodge the attack, but he'd tried his hardest. The lightning surged through him as a huge amount of power forced itself from him, falling over the area like an atomic blanket that made everyone feel sick. A large bolt of light hit him as he suddenly spasmed, falling to a knee as another hit, blood escaping his open mouth as he cried out in immense pain. As the light cleared....everyone around could see Dante lying burnt and broken on the floor... and the symbol he'd been carving under the battlefield.

Deimons body crumpled to the ground from where it had been floating in the sky as his excess power was gone now. After a moment Deimon got up and wiped some sweat from his brow " Hey i got him and he didnt finish the attack " Deimon let out a cry of victory. He pushed himself to his feet and slowly made his way over to Dante. He knelt down beside him and did nothign for a second " He should still be alive i didnt put that much power into it " Slowly Deimon reached out his hand to check Dantes pulse.

Deimon's eyes opened in surprise as the ground broke under him. Deimon cursed under his breath and fell forward towards Dante on the ground then all of a sudden Deimon saw Dantes hand thrust forward at him and he cursed again. He felt the first actual pain he had felt in years and his cry of pain filled the courtyard " aaaaaAAAAAHHHHHH " Demons body went limp with Dantes hand through his chest. Teh blood covered Dante in an explosion of crimson water and splattered onto Deimosn face as well.

Dante smiled, licking the blood from his face as he slowly slid his hand out from Deimon's Chest. Both men were in ruins, yet he spoke in a whimsical tone. So.....that was a nice spar, huh? he lifted Deimon's frame slightly, allowing his own shadow to sink in deep into his chest, slowly healing the wound. Hehehe...that looked like it hurt just a little bit... Dante grinned devilshly.

Deimons blank and unconcious eyes came back to life and with a sparkle. His laughter filled the whole courtyard much like his cry of pain. He made sure he landed on his feet. He soem blood off of his face and looked back to Dante " God i havent felt real pain in years it was... it was... INVIGORATING !!!!... i don't know why i ever took the training to forsake pain. I feel so alive. " He laughed again and smacked himself in teh chesst right where the now healing wound was and he winced in pain although he kept his smile. " Wow havent had a fight like that in a while i congratualte you Dante " Deimon then saw a stray strand of hair float accross his face and thought for a second " I think i'll call this my storm form.. HEH it rhymes "

Scytheress's grip on the hard-back book in her hand had been increasing in strength up till now. These final attacks shocked her into awe that it was a few moment yet before she uncrossed her arms and looked at the deep indentations and cracks in the bound pages. She relaxed more and released the book to float on a small tuft of wind as she rubbed the back of her neck and the worn skin beneath the thin metal chain.

Shien's cigarette smoke drifted in the wind gently, floating over the scene. He'd arrived from the Library moment ago to relax, and instead found himself staring face first into a tremendous battle. A battle that shook the very core of mortal beings and forced them to question their own meaningless exsistance in the face of beings with such unholy power.

Shien stared onward, his eyes a tad wide. He shrugged it off slowly, and began to walk across the courtyard, using his sheathed katana once again as a cane. He didn't take steps to avoid the battle, but certainly didn't move to interuppt it, staying as safely on the outskirts of the fight as possible.

He let his eyes wander over the fighters, and sighed as he turned to face them. He was still on the outskirts of what he would prefer to call the 'Battle Line', and he hoped his legs still had enough power in them to run should one of the fighters deem him too close.

He sat down slowly, cross-legged with the katana resting against his chest. He kept his eyes on the fighters at all times, a curious gaze playing across his face as he wondered what exactly the fighters were capable of.

" Ha thats the spirit... well i must say i am rather hungry now, i think ill head over to the cafeteria " Deimon Laughed a bit and without paying attention to his blood splattered appearence or the many injuries that covered him he walked off of the courtyard heading towards the cafeteria. Deimon stopped half way letting out a yawn " On second thought i think ill head to bed " He changed directions and wealked towards the dorms.