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As soon as his skull bit down on the first kunai, a second rammed the first deep into it, falling to the ground, and the last third jutted right into the nose of the skull, piercing the hard bone.. Aonice rassumed her stance, and smirked.. "You might want to learn how to count, first, Loki-kun" She said as she darted towards him, her arms behind her as her thick braid whipped about behind her small head, soon covering there 30 foot distance in a couple of seconds, and when she was in range of about 3 feet, her left arm blurred past his face, the shimmering blade of the Kunai gripped in her hands swiping at his chest..

The Kunai ripped and sparks flew as the two blades firmly climbed eachother.. Aonice's determined eyes were level with his, there deep blue flarring a certain primal radience. For the second there eyes met, that meant she was off the ground, and actually in preflight, flipping acrobatically above him, using the stopping power of his sword as leverage to push her backend above her head.. She then used this forward flipping notion to bring her rather powerful heel to his head, billowing down with the muscles in her thigh and calf actully being noticable, meaning this would definatly hurt even when blocked..

Aonice growled as her leg flew there the fake, she then landed and drew her staff, holding it firmly in her hands as she began to look around.. "Whered you go?! No way your gonna get away with uses a replacement technique on me!"

Aonice's smirk returned, and she helf her staff at an angle across ehr body, which stood sideways facing him.. He noticed the silver detailing also brought attention to the middle.. "Im not one to constantly make first attacks, love" The wind began to pick up as leaves and such began to swirl about there playing field, and a cloud overtook the sun for a minute...

Aonice shot her pole before her, blocking his sowrd before suddenly falling backwards, kicking him onto the ground behind her. She jumpkicked, performed a 180 in the air, and landed firmly, her staff hardly damaged.. She then darted back at him, (( lying down or standing up, depending on how well you landed after the weight shift)) Her staff swwinging above her head before it swiftly billowed forwrad towards his left cheek.

Aonice immediatly removed her staff from his hand, whipping it back so it stood inches from her thigh.. She suddenly darted at him once more, holding the staff before her face. Suddenly, a small clink was heared and her staff suddenly split in two. She gripepd the ends and attempted to jab them into side, which was the most visable point to her as he attempted to stand. After which two long blades would errupt from the staffs and into his body..

However, he had no intention of even blocking the strike next time around. Her whipping of the staff actually served the purpose he set out for in putting himself on the defensive. When she struck and then so suddenly pulled her weapon away in her direction the shimmering mist was fanned towards her, a hint of an intoxicating scent remniscent to cinnamon and vanilla hinted in the air.

The incubus had allowed an inkling of his pheromones fill the air, signaling only a fraction of what Morrigan likely gives off during a fight(considering it's about the equivalent being that he is an incubus and Aonice is a female). This would test her ability to concentrate on the battle and not the arousing effects of the demonically enhanced pheromones. He held off the rest and continued, letting the small bit fill the air the duration of their fight.

The small jets on his shoulderblades turned as he leapt into the air to avoid her attack and upon taking to the air they rocketed to life again keeping him aloft.

Magically augmented speed kept him away from her strikes, albeit not entirely as evident by the shallow slice across his chest. A droplet of blood slowly fell from the shallow wound, which had already begun to heal. The straps already reformed over him as could be done by the ethereal clothing. His impossibly deep crimson hues remained focused as the jet engines kept him aloft.

He could sense the strong sexual urges in her aura, as to his eyes a deep red almost infared glow surrounded her like a flame. This was a test of her willpower, the incubus had exerted a small portion of his will over her with the ethereal pheromones. He would see how long it would take for her to gather her disciplines.

While she was in this state of being he searched her aura for something. In moments, what looked like a small thread of crimson was tied to her finger and the face of a man named Gel was in her mind. A pity, he would've enjoyed tasting this one, but that was not for him and he cared little for some jealous beau trying to chase him off of an island he rather enjoyed.