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Dash is is reacquainted with the sand as he takes the full brunt of Diana's attacks. Once again he's motionless. Dash is starting to suspect that this lady who's wailing on him actually knows what she's doing. He rolls over onto his back, coughing violently.

Dash remains laying on his back, as soon as he can breath clearly, he starts laughing. "Nice moves. I'm very close to almost being impressed. You fight dirty, which I would never expect from a person with your appearance. But that was my mistake." Dash laughs once more. "Okay, are you ready to fight me, yet? Or do you want to get in a couple more hits to boost your confidence?" Dash appears surprisingly calm now, especially considering the fact that he has yet to do anything other than get smacked around.

"Mmhmm..." He stared at her whistfully, taking her appearence in at full glance. The mug was lifted once more, and he drank before resuming.

"So the rumours were true then...." He lifted his hand up and away, cupping the chin of Fiole and lifting her back to her feet at the same time. "Is there any particular reason you've chosen such a specific host.....or....?"

Even as he spoke, the horn upon his head would begin to recede, as if becoming one with his scalp once more. It was sickening to watch and hear; if the process caused any pain, it didn't register on his face or in his tone.

Dash sighs. "If you insist..." With those words he slowly returns to his feet, once again brush the dust from his outfit. As he looks down, he notices traces of blood in the sand and runs the back of his fist across his nose. He examines the streak of crimson running along his bright yellow gloves and shakes his head. "Do you realise how long it's been since I've last seen my own blood?" He then begins counting on his fingers. First on his right hand, then his left. "6, no 7 hours!"

He flings his right arm to the side in a dramatic fashion as traces of green electricity begin to race up his body with a faint cackling noise. His expression hardens into an serious one, something he hasn't had all day.

"Okay." Dash says as he erupts forward. The velocity of his initial movement is enough to carve a nice troth in the sand as he speeds towards his target. His inner spirit takes the form of green lightening which coils around his right arm before congregating into a bright spark at his fist. He draws this same arm while en route to Diana, waiting for the precise moment were he will launch his fist foward and unleash all his conjured energy directly into his foe.

However, this isn't how it happens. He stops, just short of his objective with his electric charged fist a few inches away from Diana. The force of his sudden cease in moment manages to kick of a fierce cloud of Sand.

"Just kidding." Dash smiles.

*The demoness smiles and shrugs nonchalantly.*

"Sierra'est'a'ra'lian... Daughter of The High Councilman E'karis Ethel'stan, the most corrupt of the elves... A wasteful murderer. She is also the beloved Daughter of Lady Shay'llen'dria, a pure hearted healer and servant to Gaia. Conceived by bad and good... Sierra is a perfect vessle. She carries within her the balance of her kind. I needed to be reborn unto a daughter of Gaia who was pure of heart and soul, that she could house my taint and maintain that balance. She is goddess blessed, a child of flame and darkness. There are only three others in the history of the elves to bear the curse of Ancestors. All four girls, had to be perfect specimins to house each of the paired elements."

*Ra'kar runs her talon like nails down her sides and then holds her hands out in front of her, admiring the elf maiden's body for herself.*

"On top of that, her own individual potential and intelligence keeps me entertained... She is one I would call sister and equal."