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Rink felt the blow connect with his temple, but he took no notice, his endurance hardened from years of training. He jumped up, calling forth winds strong enough to support him in the air. He landed lightly on the ground, eyes flashing again. He then lept up again, so quickly it appeared he had teleported himself, to land right behind her. "Thanks. Yours are quite charming themselves," he whispered. Chainsof darkness made solid then sprung forth from the ground, wrapping themselves around her legs and arms. They tightened and dragged her down forcefully.

Arai nodded. "They both have so much power," she said. "I wish I could do that kind of stuff." She sighed, and the voice within her came back, whispering alluringly, "You could do that, you know. All you have to do is say the word....." Arai grimanced and shook her head forcefully.

Giving a roguish and charming grin, he answered, "Not without a fight." In the blink of an eye he had shifted, whipping out one dark knife and one pure white knife. One point rested by her stomach, the other at the curve of her throat.

He grinned again, swiping the hair out of his eyes, also sweating, making him seem to shimmer as he moved. "I've still got a few tricks as well," he replied, his smile devilishly handsome. His eyes shone and thw inds once again picked up, but this time the dark mists swirled with it, creating a dark tornado encircling them. The winds became so fast and the tornado so dark that even the brightest light would have been snuffed out quickly. He then walked backward slowly, rising into the air as he did, and also fading away into the darkness, as if becoming one with the dark itself. Eventually, he was no longer visible through the swirling winds, though his voice could be heard whispering through the air.

Eyes began to appear through the darkness, revealed by Golden Ryne's light. There were thousnads of them, all exact copies of Rink's eyes. The glittered from the edges of the tornado. Then Rink burst through the dark, soaring oupon the air he so easily controlled. He launched at Ryne, his dark power pushing the flames to the side to allow him entry. Their swords met in a clash of wind and flames.

Her eyes flashed with pleasure. " Ye is good." She whispered softly. Ryne turned in the air, slashing at him with her sword. With her left hand she threw two daggers at him. The elf maid threw fire orbs at him. All the while keeping his sword busy with hers.

Rink was blown backwards, and he landed on the ground, appearing to be defeated. He rested on one knee, his hand touching the ground. However, he dashed his hair out of his eyes and grinned up at Ryne, and a liquid darkness began to form around his hand. Then his fist began to sink underground though the liquid. He stood up slowly, pulling his hand out from underground, grasping a large black chain. He began to walk backward, slowly pullling the chain out of the ground, the liquid darkness growing rapidly as he moved back. A large black panther, at least three times the size of any normal panther, began to emerge, head first. Fangs bared in a snarl, the large feline surfaced completely, the chain wrapped around its neck. Its fur was long and wispy, like the dark mists Rink had summoned earlier. It was the perfect embodiment of darkness, so well created that it was more than solid. It was living, not merely a puppet. Its eyes were two gleaming ruby gems, and a smaller gem was embedded in its forehead. Rink reached over and unhooked the chain from its neck, knowing that the demon was servant only, but completely, to his bloodline, and would obey no other, nor refuse any command he gave.