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This was bad. Not only was his attack stopped, his weapon was in the grasp of his enemy. He could try to dislodge his weapon, but by the time he did Dark would have already been well upon him. On the other hand, letting go of his spear to get out of the way would let Dark either use his spear or allow him to throw it off into the abyss.

The situation was bad, and he didn't want to fall back on that quite yet. So, he improvised. As soon as his assailant moved close enough he would quickly drop down and footsweep the man with his right leg at great speed, letting go of his spear as he went down.

"You're about as entheusiastic about this as I am, hmm?" He started walking towards her. At the sight of flames, he stopped 'checking' his aura, which made the air around him grow cooler.

"Nothing personal, you know." With that, he didn't bother getting into much of a stance. He leaned forward as if to sprint, and indeed did for about two steps until he seemed to suddenely catch himself. With his left arm up close to his body and base wide enough to be rooted, he reared his right fist back.

When the blade made it's arch through the air, the bounty hunter would use his thumb to stop its rotation and wrap his fingers around the bandaged part of the ringed hilt where the longer blade was. As he righted himself into a kneeling postion Dark would do the same with his right hand, snapping his wrist to rotate the blade around as he caught it in the same position. Now, his weapons were held so that the three smalled blades at one end of the weapon were in front of his hands, while the single long blade would be parallel to his forearms with about an extra six inches of the blade's tip sticking out from his elbow. It was similar to a katar and some sort of armguard and elbow blade all at once.

And then he stood up, taking a higher position than the other man, watching for the spear. And just then, between the 8 feet between them, he would calmly step across it at a normal rate with the weapons held parallel to the ground, one at waist level, one at chest level. In a crouching position, it would be hard to retreat effectively in speed against his foreward steps, and by closing the gap, Dark could effectively render the spear very much less dangerous.

So the man jumped and...

Dark wondered what that was about, as the man seemed to go much higher than anyone should. Well, what goes up, must come down right?

Anyways, he didnt spend his time waiting, but rather, went to go retrieve the garafa, picking it up after he put the bladed implements back into their sheathes. And then he looked up. And watched the dot of a man, begin to descend.

Well, for one thing, he knew that being free in the air wasnt as great in a fight than just the thought of it, since if wasnt possible to dictate to direction of movement much unless you had wings. Just let gravity to it's thing.

Anyways, he stood underneath the man, spun around, and hurl the polearm once again at the man, this time upwards, while he came back down. Which at the same time, would have a spear hurled down at him. But, at least with the distance between each other, he caught the motion and jumped to the side, feeling a rather strong wave of heat cut through the air between his legs as it struck the gigantic branch he was standing on.

And then there was a sudden large blast of wind which caught his form and threw him further upwards than he would be able to dive and towards a rather thick trunk. This of course, was a bad thing, so, time to see how solid it was.

Dark drew the two swords located at his lower back and braced himself against them in his hands, blades pointing towards the trunk. And as soon as he hit it, the tips went into the ancient tree a bit before stopping and his body carried him the rest of the way, slightly slowed, into the solid structure.

And so, the darkly clad man, whose name reflected this got up. Upon his forehead, the dark cloth which was wrapped around his head seemed to darken, as obviously, his forehead was bleeding from the impact against the trunk as he shook off the slight daze.

Well, back to the fight then.

He didnt bother pulling his swords out from the tree trunk, but instead, once again drew the two oddly bladed weapons and held them as last seen, with the longer blades sticking out from his elbows as he took a moment to inhale deeply, catching his breathe after having it knocked out of his from the impact against the tree.

And then he was up and at it, making a light dash at the spearman with weapons ready as before, right hand at chest level, left hand at waist lever, both with their elbows bent, blades parallel to the ground. With th short range of his weapons, he'd need to get close before he'd be able to make a move, which would mean he'd first have to deal with the spear before he could make an attack.

It seemed that Dark had planned ahead, having enough weapons to make anyone annoyed. But it was a good idea, in case a weapon was lost or lodged. A man could carry about 14 shortswords, so there was no telling how many weapons he had left.

The man was comming up quickly, but Dark had to get in close. So the intellegent ting would be to keep him at a distance. Which is what he intended on doing. Went for a horzontal swing from his right at upperchest level to his foe.

Naturally, the leaf shaped blade of his spear wouldn't reach that far, being that dark was a ways away. so, in midswwing, he twisted his wrist to get his spear to extend, reaching the right size in legnth literally moments before he should connect.

His best bet was to continue his force even as (or if) it connected with his foe. Likely, it would probably at least knock him off balance or even send him off the edge.

"Dammit."

The whistle continued all the way down as flame throwing swordsman crashed into the ground, the dirt and dust spiralling upwards around him. Counterclockwise, if you care so much. He took no real time to stand up nice and tall, perfectly upright as he whipped his sword in Ryugi's direction, a tongue of flame whipping up. "Or maybe I was wrong! Maybe you just dodge real good!"

Lowering the horned rapier, he quickly extinquished his gauntlets to reserve energy. His pendant seemed to like said dousing, as it quickly perked up, going from a radiant glow to a small shine. If Ryugi's theory was correct, then that could probably be bad.

So, right. You're probably wondering about the rapier, not the necklace.

Seeing as his right hand was currently curled around the rather evil looking handle of the rapier, Halycanos decided that he needed something to fill his left hand. And fill it he did. Reaching around to his right shoulder, he pulled a second, far different looking sword. It was a longsword in make, and the guard was a set of odd looking angel wings. Pretty, but it doesn't really look like much of a combat sword.

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Thank you, Kraun

((Back to the Fight))

So now, Halycanos had two weapons and both looked a little ornamental, but still quite painful. It seemed his flame throwing had definitly quieted down, but his pendant was still shining. Turning fully to his oppenent, his arms were down at a twenty degree angle from his sides, his sword pointing straight up from his fists. He stood like this a moment, maybe letting Ryugi just look at him.

Flash.

Halycanos had broken into a full speed dash at Ryugi, and despite the blur of his features, he was definitely coming straight for his 'prey'. A small glisten in the dash, but no more until Halycanos was right up in Ryugi's face, where it could be seen that he crossed his arms, and proceeded to pull both swords back out, hoping to preform a nice X cut, right on Ryugi's belly.

Ryugi watched as the man dashed towards him with incredible speed. Unknown to his enemy, Ryugi's eyesight was nearly as good as a hawks, better if he were to transform. His hearing was in a class of its own, along with his sense of smell. His eyes were still hard pressed to keep up with his opponent, however, his hearing did just fine in telling Ryugi exactly where he was.

Attempting to slice someone in a crouched position was wreckless and somewhat foolhardy. Ryugi relied on his hearing for more than his target's position. He also listened for the soft swishing sound made by his opponent's two blades. An X cut would mean that at some point the swords would have to cross at approximately the same point, giving Ryugi an idea for his next action.

As the swords neared him, his opponent would see Ryugi's left hand move up as the blades reached their common positioning of the X cut. Ryugi's left hand would then grab the blades of the two swords as they met. This was where Ryugi's gloves would come into use. The palm of each glove was fitted with a thick layering of woven dragonsteel. The thick fabric of the gloves only gave the outward appearance of weakness, while the thick metalic fibers prevented Ryugi's hands from being shredded by bladed weapons.

With the swords firmly gripped in Ryugi's left hand, his opponent would have to let go of them in order to move his hands. If he even tried to use his legs to attack at this point, they would toss him off ballance and throw off his X cut, meaning it wouldn't be a good idea.

The second part of Ryugi's attack came quickly, the riseing of his left arm distracting his opponent from his real attack, which came from his right. With his swords held by Ryugi, the man would have next to nothing to guard himself from this strike. Ryugi's right hand dashed forward and Ryugi's palm opened to unleash a powerful blast of highly concentrated light energy right into the attacking man's gut. Why light? If Ryugi's predictions of this man were indeed true, then it was surmised that fire based attacks would prove to have little effect on the man.

Ryugi unleashed all three turns of energy into the man's gut in the form of a tightly packed light ball. The light was blindingly white, painfully so, able to cause temporary blindness to all who were exposed to it. The force from the exploding blast of energy would be enough to toss a man of roughly 150 pounds about thirty to fourty feet away to land roughly on the ground. The initial blast would be similar to a terribly powerful punch, possibly knocking the wind out of his attacker, or busting up some of his lower ribs.

The powerful light energy would sear the flesh and skin of the man's stomach similar to having boiling water poured down your belly. But, light shouldn't burn...right? Wrong. Infared radiation is infact a form of light, and infared radiation is the kind of light that is synonomous with heat. Ultraviolet light causes the breakdown of cellular DNA, and is in part what causes skin cancer and sunburns. Either way, this was going to be painful for the man.