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Yoshiko's scythe was stopped when the weapons and defensive gear still swirling around Disc suddenly clanked together in a metallic heap that floated in mid-air in front of the Universal Listener like a shield. If she had peeked around the weapons, Yoshiko would have seen her copy dancing away seductively to some unknown tune. More than a few fighters paused in their fights to spectate the teasing doppelganger's moves. The shield then separated enough to the weapons to be redirected and fly at the ninja girl at point-blank-range.

Dimitri inwardly smiled when Damian came to sit over by her but simply nodded at him. She held out a candy in the palm of her hand, offering it to Damian. "You can have it if you want but you don't have to. It's grape by the way. That's my favorite." Dimitri watched the fight also. Clay had an ice ability. There was a person like that in the circus she was in. The knight looked like he had a range of abilities. How odd.

Clay Rutherford

Clay didn't face Shin when he came up from behind and spoke in his oh-so-eloquent way. The very idea of having the demon fight with him sent shivers up Clay's spine. "That's really nice and all Shin, but...This is my opponent." The sight of the lightning striking the knight with no apparent effect worried Clay. The fact that someone or something could resist an attack like that without so much as twitching was fearsome indeed. How is that possible? That knight should have at LEAST felt some kind of burn... Unless... A thought came to Clay. He wasn't sure, but he'd find out.

As the armored fighter came down swinging at both him and Shin, Clay created a surface of ice at his feet, slipping and sliding feet first under the knight just as the claymore had been coming at him, not really worried about what happened to the hell spawn. Using the momentum of sliding on the ice Clay then formed a small mound of ice, on which he pressed his feet to, bending his legs, and shot back toward the attacker. Clenching his fist tight and forming a sharp, dense and long spike that protruded from just above his wrist, Clay launched a deadly punch straight at where the back of the knight's neck would be under the armor.
((I never said you couldn't. I simply... Didn't want help. xp ))

Whether or not Shin would be dealt a blow, the knight would continue through with the sword swing and fly back into the air. However, before the knight took to the air again, Clay's attacked stabbed through the space between the helmet and back plate that was only guarded by chainmail. The ice spike popped out the front to appear as if it had gone through the wearer's neck. Before Clay could retract the spike, the knight's forward upward movement caused the ice weapon to be violently ripped from the neck of the armored warrior. The abruptness of it all actually took the helmet clean off the warrior to suggest a decapitation.

The headless warrior's body continued skyward before it stopped abruptly and turned around in mid-air as if to look back town at Clay...to reveal an empty suit of armor. The helmet floated up to the knight who took it and placed it back on top of its shoulders. The fight was only just beginning. Throwing its sword at Clay again, the armor pursued it's blade and spun around a few times with its legs leading as if it intended to land a colossal aerial kick at the same time its blade would hit Clay if he stayed in place.

Clay Rutherford

Clay was no longer surprised, seeing the helmet come off the armor to reveal it empty. He'd supposed something like that when his hits upon the armor had met with less than average resistance than they should have, not to mention the fact that the armor was able to move around so effortlessly. The dead giveaway, though, was the lightning. Anything inside would have, if not burned, at least twitched and contorted due to the massive amount of electricity that would be coursing through the body. A small smirk formed on Clay's face at having been assuming correctly.

When the knight once again launched his claymore at Clay, only to follow close behind, the ice master decided to close the distance and bring the fight to his lifeless, animate foe. Lifting a hand toward his own sword, Clay's icy weapon flew back to it's wielder upon command instantly. With a swinging arc for momentum, Clay flung his own sword in the air on an intercept pattern with the diving claymore, causing both weapons to be knocked off course when they came into contact with each other. With no time at all wasted after having thrown his weapon, Clay summoned a column, much like the one he'd used to enter the arena, at his feet that shot him up into the air with great speed on an intercept pattern with the armor itself. Flying straight at his opponent, Clay clenched his fist once again, using no icy covering this time for protection, and reeled back, shooting it forward full-force to clash with the armor's oncoming kick.

((I'll leave the result of this one to you. I didn't feel like deciding it myself. ninja ))

Clay Rutherford

Clay had a feeling that the armor's sword would come back at him, but with the second kick coming toward him, he wouldn't be able to direct his sword back to bounce it away a second time. Instead, priming his left hand, without having created anything at the moment, seeing as how his right fist was still in a struggle with the armor's detached foot, Clay closed in on the armor and actually took the kick in the chest, which, from it's unbelievable force, pushed him out of the way of the claymore that shot past just as he was kicked away in midair.

The pain in his chest was great, the wind having been nearly knocked completely out of his lungs, as Clay had not managed to defend himself, but as he fell, Clay's left hand, having been preparing, launched a large net of ice at the armor, hoping to catch it and pull it down with him in his free fall. Clay's right hand, having been freed from it's reverse tug-of-war battle with the detached leg, directed his icy sword to stand between the armor and it's sword, ready to knock it away once again in case the knight decided to call it back.

((The only guess I can venture is that it's a puppet, being controlled by someone somewhere else. An animate armor would move, but not fly. And if it was simply animate, the sword wouldn't be able to return as it does. So, it just reminded me of a puppet, along with it's weapon, on strings.))

(Good guess. 1 more post before your battle ends and you can do whatever like the rest.)

The armor didn't resist the net and crumpled to the ground in a heap, lifeless and unmoving. It was then that Clay would be able to hear clapping coming from his right. Illuminated by the flames in the arena and fireworks overhead, a shriveled old man stood applauding with a smile on his face.
"Good job, sonny. Quite clever indeed. I wanted to show myself as a reward for your well fought performance. However, this old man has more for you to weather. Young'ins now-a-days don't appreciate what is just handed to them after all," the old man said in a raspy face just audible over the din of the arena. His words over, the old man started moving his hands with unnatural speed and dexterity for one of his age. Rising into the air on a shield that was in the sand beneath his feet, the old man continued to move his hands as dozens of weapons, defensive equipment, and even a handful of fighters rose into the air with the him. With a sense of finality to it, the man moved his hands forward and unleashed a shower of steel and death upon Clay.

Confused as hell Harry stumbled out of the arena. No idea how Gofander had blocked that attack but going to let it go. One small WAS enchanter tried to attack him but he took him out with small wave. A rope of magic wrapped around his throat and jerked him away and towards the other side of the arena. He stumbled away and tried to decide which pub he would be attending.