Some things go bump in the night...

Amano reached his hand out and slipped it along one of the walls and markings slowly before turning back and looking towards the other pendragon. "You expect me to go and fight you? It would be pointless." He spoke in a light tone as that of his other hand came up holding it flat against the wall. He winced a bit at the feel of the surface before that of his calws began to extend. Shakes his head slowly and releases a short growl. "Well...then lets get it on...if it pleases that of your masters." He spoke as that of his figure began to change and mutate into something more serpent like. Amano flips out his tail and releases another growl move out away from the wall heading towards Meelemar.

Kyofu continued to look on towards the two of them as they readied to fight. "I know of these great battles of demons you speak of. I was involved in many of them myself in my much younger years." She spoke as she moved over towards Hathor reaching her side. Kyofu slips her tongue along her lips lightly before glaring slightly. "My temple was never taken for the whole battlefield. I took the jewel of my temple and stoled it away into the depths of my temple...high in the frozen mountains." She spoke once more taking up her lower right hand causing a black flame to consume it. "I have a little trick up my sleeve. A little something for the both of them."

 

Meelemar did not care much for boastful chatter before a fight. It was always the same message. This time however she could not pass up the perfect oportunity. She grinned savagely and in her high rough voice growled through her clentched teeth.

"Pointless indeed."

She ran her tongue over her protruding teeth. She felt her other mind, her thoughts the same as his, strengthening her confidence. She watched, her face unchanging, as Amano transformed. This might not be easy but she was confident in her skills. She watched him come towards her and she did the same, making her way casualy towards him. Her long tail whiped the air behind her and swayed gently back and forth with her steps. We make the first move, he has insulted us. The other mind coaxed her. She lowered her head, her eyes still on the aproaching Amano. She steped softly waiting for when the distance between them was perfect. Suddenly, with a speed that trips up the naked eye, she was hurling through the remaining space between the two opponents. One end of the blade was held infront of her the other leaning out behind her. In the blink of an eye she had closed the gap, her blade aimed perfectly and true.

 

Kyofu smirked and released the dark flame causing it to expand then explode. She shook her head lightly and took a step back away from the ledge walking over towards Hathor coming to a stop infront of her. Reaches out her hand slowly and slips it up along side her neck gently still smirking. "Just a little something that our race came to find a real problem back in the anicent times." She spoke softly leaning in and grazing her lips gently along the side of Hathor's cheek. She comes to a stop at downing that then leans her head on her shoulder moving up along side her looking towards the sands once more below them. "Paag Pfallajt...", she spoke as a loud and angered roar came from beneath the sands.

Amano paided on heed to the sound of the large creature that seemed to be swim in the sands beneath him and his opponent. Another growl came from within Amano as he threw his left arm out attempting to deflect the blade as that of his long and now reptilian tail whipped out from behind him with a spear tip at the end of it. He hurled it at Meelemar, trying his luck at sticking her with it.

But without any warning or sign of change the sands beneath the two fighters quaked and rose up revealing a four armed, silver spiked pendragon. It roared aloud beneath the metallic mask before slamming two fist against the dune causing blades to form. Alchemy without a Transmition Circle. The creature lifted the two blades as three others all the same came from the sands and did the circles. He shifted his weight as he brought his legs from the sand and whipped around his dreadlocks in the process.

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<table class=ooc><tr><td>Predator! -nods head and falls over- B) </td></tr></table>

 

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<table class=ooc><tr><td> To think that Hathor was a Goddess. What does that make Kyofu then?</td></tr></table>


Kyofu smirked lightly at the soft caress and words of Hathor. "Their will be no unity between the two. This will be a short battle nonetheless." She spoke slipping that of a sly tongue along her lips before turning and looking into the direction of Hathor. Kyofu traced her outline in the dim-light of the temple as the torches continued to burn. She slipped away from Hathor a bit and crossed over her upper and lower arms looking down to the metallic Deep Dweller as it turned on Amano, chucking a blade at him.

Amano eyes widened at the on coming blade and he did his best to avoid. But without success he was sliced along the upper shoulder, spilling his crimson blood on the sands. Amano winced and threw his tail out at the Dweller without thinking of the possible that he was inferior to this creature and then it happened. Amano was caught about the tail by the Dweller that merely swung Amano away from him in a roar. Amano collided with the wall and slipped down it dragging his blooded shoulder along the surface of the stone.

Kyofu arched her head a bit at the scent of freshy spilt blood. She smirked and turned her eyes into the direction of Hathor giving a wink to her as she spoke of Kyofu being more devilious over the centuries. "Oh stop it! You flatter me so." She spoke in a wicked tone before drifting her eyes back towards the battle that was taking place below. "How I have longed for the kiss of the damned for so long. But such a shame that it will have to wait till much later." She chuckled a bit in her words before closing her third, blue glowing eye.

 

Meelemar felt her blow wiped aside. She had felt the rumbling below and was set lightly off balance. She felt the serpentine tail glance the back of her knee and combined with the rumbling she felt her stance give way. She gathered her wits and held her weapon to her and as she fell she thrust it at the ground. With this she was able to do a feeble hop from her original position lest the tail should seek out her leg once again. She stood up, her weight focused on the undamaged leg. Her weapon was held ready and she faced Amano but a moment latter all this seemed incredibly foolish.

She jumped back as the sand gave way to the creatures. She looked up at the raised platform for a moment, with an expression that did not look to pleased. So much for her time in the sun. She looked back down to the masked pendragons around her and at Amano. For a moment she thought of actually teaming up with one or more of these creatures to defeat Amano as it had been her primary goal. But they did not seem to open for cooperation, and Amano would not be suitable as a 'partner' for he had just been trying to kill her.

As this all went through her mind Amano was flung across the room colliding with a wall. Her cheery disposition came back to her and a smirk widened across her face. At least she had a weapon to defend herself, these creatures could take care of Amano for her. She was still, trying not to attract their attention and putting off the moment when they noticed her as long as she could. One of them turned toward her and she held her weapon up defensively, her smirk still stretched across her face.

 

Amano winced and pulled himself up from the ground looking over towards the silver masked dragon as it whipped around a blade ready to strike at him. Amano gave it an angry glare before reaching his hand out over a transmition circle there on the wall. It is time for you to stop playing around Amano and get serious about this battle. If not...you die. He thought to himself as the circle glowed purple and a long sword came from it wrenching into his grasp. He draws it out of the wall the rest of the way and places the sword down to his side as the injury to his shoulder healed over as if it was lizard flesh. He charged at the Deep Dweller as it did the same throwing a shoulder into Amano and knocking him to the ground. Amano swings his tail about and knocks the legs from beneath the beast, causing it to fall to it's back as well releasing a growl in the process.

Kyofu looked on at the fighting noticing that Amano has drawing the blade from one of the circles. She smirked and reached her hand up placing it over Hathor's mouth stopping her from bitting just yet. "It seems our guest has managed a circle." She spoke turning Hathor's gaze to the fight down below. She grins softly and reaches her other hand up and removes that of her silver egyptian necklace dropping it to the ground, causing it to change to sand and blow away. "I warn you...my love...it will be a rather strong taste." She spoke to Hathor looking to her out the corner of her eye before slipping them closed and tilting her head to the side.

 

Kyofu gasped softly at the feel of the fangs sinking into her flesh and causing her dark red lifeforce to come to the surface quickly. The gasp was replaced with a smirk as her flamed body died down and relaxed with her peace of mind as that of Hathor had a little drink. She was indeed in for a trip of her lifetime but it was only going to be temporarly. "Oh...that tongue." Kyofu spoke in a groan as her lower hands drifted about Hathor's waist and the upper coming up about her neck coming to rest against her back. She feels the rush of dark memories...come rush back into her mind. She merely gave another gasp as the images merged into her sub-memory. "That feels so amazing." She spoke once more scratching her claws along that of Hathor's neck and sides. "I want you to get use to these of our darkess of pasts. It will be more intense when the side effects really kick in." Kyofu spoke as she arched her head back into Hathor relaxing her eyes once more as that of her third remained observant of everything that was taking place in the arena below.

 

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<table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry its taken me so long...thanks for continuing without me, i dont want to hold you guys back. ^^</td></tr></table>


Meelemar was oblivious to what was happening above her. All she knew or cared about at that moment was the masked pendragon charging toward her. Just before it reached her she jumped smartly to the side and turned to face it, swinging her bladed staff around as she did hard on the thing's back. The creature was faster than she had thought it would be and it turned as she striked. As a result her weapon did not connect where she had intended and did cosiderably less damage. The Dweller swung one of the blades at her and she just barely regained herself enough to dodge it. It ganced her back but did little more damage. She let her momentum move her not wanting to exert to much eergy in stopping herself. A small distance away she turned back toward the creature.

This battle was going to take all her skill if she wanted to come out still somewhat resembling a pendragon. She thought about changing for a moment, but though Neadvas was stronger he was also slower. Speed seemed her greatest alie at this point. She glanced in the direction of Amano who seemed to be fareing no better than her. She turned her head to look back at the masked creature but as she did her body was knocked to the ground. She took her staff and held it up infront of her to prevent the thing from smothering her. It did the trick and she was able to get in a good stab to the shoulder before she got back up to fight once more.

 

Ykofu winced a bit and dropped down onto her knees looking towards the fighting as it continued. She reaches her hand up and slips it along the side of her neck wincing in pain a bit before drawing back with a bloody palm. She shook her head lightly before looking back to the fighting. Her mind was indeed there but it was a little rough to focus with her body fighting off the infection of the vampirism. She smirked lightly and licked herself up off the ground. "It is very good indeed." She spoke crossing over her arms finally back to her normal self, not feeling any different. She turns her eyes towards Hathor before smirking then looking back towards the fighting. "Are you saying that your little champion can't handle a Deep Dweller without help?" Kyofu spoke in a mocking tone before slipping her tongue along her muzzle in amusement.

Amano gasped aloud and took hold of his blade before leaping upon the creature and driving it down strait into it's heart. The creature screamed aloud before conbusting into sand. Amano lifted himself up from the ground and looked over towards another creature as it came at him. His eyes widened as he was slammed in the gut with a hammer and threw across the room back into the wall. He cried out and Lifted himself up looking to the charging creature. Will this never end? He questioned himself before lashing out at the charging Dweller.

 

The Deep Dweller let out a yelp of pain before looking back at Meelamar and charging her. She was ready this time. She hopped nimbly to the side and gave the creature another lash with her weapon before landing and turning round on her heal. As quickly as she could, she gained speed, charging at the thing, doing her best to get there before the Dweller ragained itself. She rammed the thing right in it's side ribs and sent it sprawling to the floor. She was apon it in seconds, moving liquidly with her momentum. She landed on its back and thrust her blade into it's neck. This seemed to do the trick. A moment latter her blade was shoved in a pile of sand.

She shook it loose and lifted her head seeking Amano. She had not forgotten her first task. Doing her best to aviod the eye of another masked pendragon she made her way towards him. As she did another Dweller stepped in her way and thrust their sword at her. She lifted the staff in deffence, and though it fulfulled its purpose, the staff broke in two and she was left with a small blade in each hand. It took another swing at her so she acepted this fight, after she dispatched this one she would head for Amano again. She ducked out of the way took stabbed with one of the bladed ends of her staff.

 

Kyofu nodded to her and just turned back towards the fighting that was taking place below without another word to Hathor thinking to herself. She shakes her head lightly and sighs before lifting her eyes at the sound of another Deep Dweller dying on the blade of Amano's. She shakes her head once more and slips her two eyes closed as the third remained locked on the fight. "Do you believe that we are being a little unfair to the fighters. I mean...giving them a little more of a challenge than what they was in before against one another?" She spoke softly to Hathor turning her eyes towards her before looking away once more crossing her lower set of arms over in thought, just watching.

Amano gasped aloud and lifted himself up from the sand supporting himself against his blade, blood flowed from his mouth and what few wounds covered his body. He winced a bit and dropped back down into his kneels as the reptilian flesh melted away leaving his beaten, pendragon body beneath exposed. He lifted that of his eyes up weaky with a glazed look in them before swinging his blade up blindly striking the Deep Dweller's blade away from hitting him before falling back down against his knees. It was over...he wasn't going to beable to carry on with his injuries and everything from the fighting. Amano just released the blade and dropped down onto his hands slipping his eyes closed and folding his ears back in defeat, awaiting the final blow to be dealt.

 

Meelemar was begining to tire, but she was determined not to give up until she had dispatched Amano herself. She took her opportunity to get in another few weak stabs with the blades in her hands. "Im waiting...." She heard the impatient voice of Neadvas inside her head. She winced as one of the swords of the Dweler glanced her shoulder. She faught on, trying to ignore him but she knew he was right. She tried a few more stabs, moving quickly but not powerfuly. Finally she submitted to Neadvas's will. In an instant the looming pendragon held the two blades that had once been in Meelemar's paws.

The Dweller, not daughnted by the transformation, slashed one of his swords at Neadvas. He ducked out of its path and slashed hard with one of the blades at the unprotected torso of the Dweller. He then took another swipe with the other paw and the creature dispersed into dust. He turned toward where Amano had been. With long slow strides he made his way toward Amano. When he neared, he noticed the Dweller above him about to make the final blow. "I must kill him!" Melemar's voice echoed urgently. Neavas rushed at the Dweller, ramming it full on and knocking it to the ground. He would have to battle this one before he could satisfy Meelemar, but it did not look like Amano would be going anywhere. He smirked at this thought. He tossed the small weapons aside and glanced at the floor for another weapon. Selecting one more fitting him he placed a paw over it and quickly recited the inscription. A large black scimitar appeared in his hand and as it did the Deep Dweller was apon him.

 

Amano watched as that of Meelemar changed her personality and somewhat of her physique, changing into another one. He shook his head lightly as his glazed eyes dropped on the ground looking down at the sword that he with drew from one of the transmituantion circles. Slips his hand along the blade gently slicking it along the blade, smearing his blood along it. His blood seemed to just hug the blade as it flashed from a crimson red to a dark green color then back again. He merely shook his head again and lifted himself up from the ground spreading his hands out along the sandy top smearing his blood with his hand as he did so.

Once he was back to his feet he placed his foot beneath the hilt of the sword, kicking his foot up causing the blade to rocket up from the ground and into the bloody sand covered hand. He glared away from where he was standing towards that of the last Deep Dweller giving it a empty gaze before torting across the sand towards it holding the blade down like as if going to stab the beast to death or something. Then Amano summoned up what little bit of energy he could before chucking the sword like a spear into the direction of the Deep Dweller, sticking the beast through the neck with that of the bladed part coming out the front. It all happened in a matter of seconds before the anicent beast exploded into a cloud of black sand, vanishing.

Amano stood there leaning over against his legs before stumbling forward and falling flat against the sandy surface. Falling into eternal darkness, his once glorious colored eyes now lost there luster and became all dull before he sleeping off into unconiousness.