Zehavya twirled her sword expertly, the light glinted deadly off the great sword. A crazy look appeared in the demon-hunters eyes as she circled the fiend. It looked human but it was actually a tiefling, there were certain looks that the hunter looks out for, that is the eyes, that were a odd orange color, and small horns poking out through the males spiked hair, it was almost unnoticeable, but not for Zehavya.

"You can't beat us, not all of us, there are too many." Said the tiefling, talking about how many demons there were. A smile creased Zehavya's pale face, the odd crazy glint in her eyes brightening. Yes, there were plenty, and almost to many demons, but it was her job to destroy them, and she would spend her entire life doing so. She wasn't one to stop.

"Wanna bet?" She said, her voice a deadly hiss. Right then, she jumped forward, swinging Fate in a deadly overhand cut, before the tiefling could dodge, or even react, Zehavya lopped its head off from its shoulders. Blood poured from its body, its head rolling to a stop at the aasimar's feet.

Silently, she giggled, a crazy thing it was. Killing demons. she loved it, it made her feel... happy. It was a good choice for a job for her, even if she wouldn't manage to kill them all, at least she could try, and make their race smaller. She kicked the head, then turned away, bent over and wiped the blood off her sword on the grass, then sheathed the weapon, and walked off, very causally, leaving the body there to rot. A smile was still on Zehavya's face.

Silently, as she walked, she went deeper into the woods, thinking it a good job done, even if she doesn't really get paid for it. She was alert to every noise, whenever she heard a leave flutter, she would cock her head, but continue walking. She didn't expect anyone to be about, since it was dark, night had fallen a long time ago, the sky filled with a blanket of stars, and a bright moon to light the demon-hunters way.

Xion watched the woman from the trees. He watched as her and the tiefling deftly traded insults, before she quickly removed the beast's annoying head. Xion loved this kind of stuff, and he would be sure to follow this alleged "demon hunter" about. His swords itched at his mind as his fingers rubbed the hilt, but he ignored their call for blood and silently made his way closer to the path, where he could follow the girl and pop out where she would least expect it. Xion would fight this one, she was quite interesting.

As he follow her, every now and then an odd booboo would send a sleeping bird fluttering off into the night, and Xion in high-alert to avoid being seen, but for the most part he managed to remain unnoticed. The girl was seeming to enjoy her walk, and as she walked down the path the tiefling decided he had enough of watching her walk, and it was time to suprise her. Picking up his pace, he moved ahead, spooking the odd deer mouse or bird, but causing little stir, until he was ahead of the girl. Being sure that he looked reasonable in his tattered cloak, he stood behind a tree next to the trail and bided his time until her footsteps sounded about 10 feet away.

Rubbing a hand through his silver greasy hair, Xion stepped from the trail, a wide grin painting his tired features. he extended his hands to the side and offered a bow, making a point of showing his small horns to see if he could cause some reaction in the girl. he came up from his low bow, resting his hands on the hilts of DragulDrake and Lightbane. he would show this girl truly how to wield the longsword.

"Why hello, my lady. My name is Xion Flayle, a lowly vagabond of this world." He smiled a large, white grin, "Your pretty looks and innocence betray your actions with one of demonic blood. It's almost a shame that something with such attributes as yourself does not side with me or my guild. I tire of the serving women we keep there." He drew Lightbane, his most wicked looking blade and held it up challengingly."Do you wish to do battle with me because of my demonic heritage? Perhaps when I defeat you I will allow you to live and learn".

She suddenly stopped, when she heard a noise, this time, it sounded a bit close, she looked over her shoulder, but saw nothing. When she turned to look at the path ahead, she saw this other tiefling, a glare flared into her eyes. She watched the tiefling as it bowed, her hand slithering to the hilt of her great-sword. She saw the horns, and she griped Fate tighter. Slowly, an odd look crept into her eyes, a cheerful insane look. She could tell this will be a fun battle.

She listened to him talk, but was getting tired of it. She didn't care about what he had to say. When he spoke of having a battle, a grin found itself on her face, and she pulled out her sword. She noticed that this one may be a bit more difficult then the other tiefling she killed, but no matter, she liked a challenge once in a while, it was sometimes nice, but other times, annoying.

"Of course I wish to battle, I wouldn't give up the chance to destroy you." She said in a cold tone, a grin still on her face. She then lunged forward. Swinging her sword up, and bringing it down at his shoulder. There was nothing she would give to back down from a fight, even if it was with a powerful demon. She found it a chance to make things better. But why better? Like the other demon said, there were to many, Zehavya wouldn't be able to kill all of them.

She always hated demons, ever since she left home, thats where her anger grew, with Fehade who was a tiefling, and only half-brother, and then her father, after Zehavya was born, he got infused with a demon. The Aasimar was forced to live among demons there. How terrible she thought it was, until she was able to leave and become a demon-hunter.

Xion, whom had been bobbing back and forth on the balls of his feet, managed to still titter at the girl's rage as she began her attack. THis one was quite energetic, and as her sword came down, the tiefling's came up with the aid of his opposite hand to easily block the blow. The music flowing in his head was an up-beat tune he had picked up while visiting a bar in Taras, and he found he enjoyed going over the music in his head while patterning his fighting. His feet slid in an easy arch and his weak-appearing arms drove with the strength of a partial demon against the opponent's sword and towards their midsection. A testing move, to be sure.

"Eeheehee! It appears that I was incorrect in my assumptions. Apparently you carry a clumsy greatsword. The weapons slowness shall surely be your downfall in this fight." His smile grew proud, as if acknowledging the girl as a pupil, and he did so sheerly out of innocence, without knowledge that it would most likely insult the hunter. Deciding that he wanted to make this fight last, he straightened and resumed his defensive stance. He woulod let the elf maiden tire herself with the large weapon, which was praqctically an inevitability. "Come at me, beautiful young maiden. Lets see what strength those small elven arms contain."

Rith had been monitoring the Demon hunter he had heard so much of latlely. He had only begun to do so recently and this was the first time for him doing so in person. She could be a useful tool, but if left unchecked it was possible that she could be or become a grave hinderance depending upon how strong she was or became. The first use that Rith thought he might be able to use her for was to find out about the guild of demon-kin that had been created and was well guarded from Rith's magical attempts to find out more about it. It could be just a rumor, but Rith couldn't risk merely dismissing it as a rumor. The guild of Demons could of course be a terrible thorn in his plans. It could also be a great boon if he could find enough pliable members.

Rith silently watched the demon-hunter, well hidden in the darkness around the branch he sat on. Even if the Demon-hunter or another somehow managed to catch sight of him, he doubted they would be able to do aything. Rith had noticed another who hid himself in another tree, but doubted the creature had done likewise. Zehavya was the tiefling's main attraction. Rith waited, not wishing to do anything that might give him away just yet. While Zehavya was leaving the area, the tiefling was right behind. How convinient? Rith dissolved into black mist and followed the dou through the trees.

The tiefling seemed fairly good at stealth and Rith wondered if he were merely seeking to play with the Demon-hunter or merely kill her. Rith would not allow the later, not just yet. She had a few more good uses he could put her to though was possible that she had already managed to get the first done. When the teifling finally decided to greet Zehavya, Rith materialized on the branch of a nearby tree. He was pleased that he had sought to play with the demon hunter first, and was more so pleased that he had mentioned his guild. That had to be it. What luck to find out about it so soon? Immediately Rith silently began to weave his way into the tieflings mind. The Tiefling likely wouldn't even notice with the impending cobmat with the Demon hunter.

Breaching inside, Rith found that Xion's mind was not structured as it should be. Finding out anything aside from the surface thoughts would take time. Hopefully there would be a sufficent amount of that in this fight were he was clearly inent on playing around with her. Rith needed to find out at least something useful within the tiefling's deranged mind. Hopefully he could find out about a member of the guild that did not have an addled mind.

Zehavya snarled, then took several steps back when he blocked. Sure, the sword was heavy, but she was used to its weight, it felt natural to the hunter. She watched him a moment. Obviously, he was insane.

"Eeheehee! It appears that I was incorrect in my assumptions. Apparently you carry a clumsy greatsword. The weapons slowness shall surely be your downfall in this fight."

Her mouth twitched ever so slightly, as if she was about to smile, but didn't. She was also angry how he insulted her sword, well, thats how she saw it, as he called it a clumsy greatsword. She waited a moment, still in a fighting stance, sword in a tight, firm grip. She twirled it once, then once more sent an attack at the tiefling. She brought it at him in a underhand cut, going upwards towards his gut. He would most likely block, but she wouldn't care, she would merely send another attack.

"Come at me, beautiful young maiden. Lets see what strength those small elven arms contain."

She laughed slightly, a insane laugh it seemed. Her eyes glinting an insane look. "If only I was elven. I'm an Aasimar, fool." She said, seeming quite happy. She was happy about being an Aasimar, there were always advantages, though, only sometimes. She was quite amazed that the Tiefling hadn't known she was a Aasimar, but then, she didn't have the looks of one, with her red hair, and purple eyes. She sent a second attack, a lung this time. Her fighting ways and movements all seemed quite graceful, a part of her angelic abilities, being a bit more graceful then elves.

She sensed that someone was watching, but didn't bother herself with that, she was busy.

((OOC: Whoops, didn't catch that posting with Gregory error! Sorry. ~_~))

Xion "oohed" at the girl's rage, and smiled as she went in for an attack aimed for his guts. She wished to see his insides? Well, that just wouldn't do! Keeping his feet planted, he sucked in his gut and extended his buttocks behind him, throwing his head back to dodge the woman's attack. In all honesty it was a move that often made the swordsman appear drunk, but the tiefling wanted to make this as enjoyable for himself as he could.

"Be you elven or Aasimar, it does not change the fact that you wield your large blade with a grace and strength that you're appearance deceives. But who am I to judge people by their appearance. By all accounts I must seem by far too hansom to be alone! Ahaha!~" He laughed as his knees dropped and he lunged his sword forward to the front of her clothes, spinning his feet in yet another crescent and using the moment of his spin to lift him and bring his sword around in yet another arch attack aimed to slice across her chest. Perhaps it was soon time to show real strength to the maiden.

"This is quite enjoyable, my lady," The confident Tiefling brushed a lock of hair from his eyes, "One such as yourself interests me. There's something about a woman who can make me bleed that drives me wild!" He tittered yet again as he prepare his sword once more in a defensive position, altering slightly enough from his first to provide for a different outlet from which to counter. "Maybe after this we can walk to the tavern and share a drink, perhaps as a bet?"

Rith was well trained in the navigation of minds, normal minds that was. This was the first deranged mind Rith had come across in quite some time. After begin to pour over Xion's memories he found that the task wasn't quite as hindered as he had guessed from his first glance, but it still was not as easy as it usually was for Rith's psychic prowess. The job would be done even sooner if Rith didn't need to make sure that neither of them killed the other, though at this rate it seemed as if the tiefling might be the one to do the killing if his foolishness didn't get him killed first. The tiefling managed to do well to dodge the demon hunter's attack, despite the fact that he made himself look like a fool in doing so. This made the Demon hunter seem even more of a fool for missing.

Rith could at least tell that the tiefling did not seem intent on killing the demon hunter in this fight, and intended it to be more of a lesson, yet Rith could not be certain through the chaos of Xion's mind. The Demon hunter's stance, however, was cearly obivous. She sought to see to the eradication of all demons and demon-kin, an unreachable goal yet it was not terribley unlike that classic paladin hope and oath to eradicate the world of all it's evils. Rith was still unsure of what the Demon hunter was capable of and certainly couldn't yet divert his attention and search through both minds for seperate peices of information with the deranged state of Xion's, though he was sure that the demon hunter still had few other tricks aside from her large strong blade. If not then she ready to battle many of the demons out there that would be killed so simply as the half-blooded teifling who she had manage to kill very swiftly.

The demon hunter... She was... What Eynalis was looking for! She will gladly kill his master, what would give him his freedom. But he was a necromancer, with no demon blood. Eynalis was unsure if he was undead or human, what made the case harder. But, he had a plan. If the battle will keep on with no one distrubing it, Zehavya will loose. Xion looked strong... Very skillful. When all will be lost, He will save her life. And in return he will demand that she will kill the fool necromancer that controls Eynalis, that made him evil. Eynalis was in a bush, at a dark corner. His black hood camoflajoued him perfactly in the shadows, and there were bushes, too. He watced the battle, quite as death. Patciant as death. Ha started to cast his spell, saying the words quitly enough so nobody will hear the whispers. He didn't had to move his hands. He was ready to blast Xion when Zehavya will be in peril. But he had to do this quickly - Gregory may join the battle, too. Or he may cast a spell that stops it. Timing was important. But was she skilled enough to help Eynalis even the scales? She looked insane to Eynalis. Maybe she will just say "Thank you, you saved my life. No go before I will kill you, evil being". He hoped the first option is the case. This was or another, he had to try.

Once more, the tiefling dodged the attack. And that made Zehavya annoyed, but she expected he would do so. Not all tieflings were easy to kill like the one she already disposed of this night. You could take her half-brother for example. She was unable to kill him, no matter how hard she tried. But the main reason was that there was a spell keeping them from killing each other.

When he lunged his weapon forward, she jumped to the side, out of the blades way. Then he brought his sword up again, and aimed at her chest. She brought her sword up, and deflected the blow, her sword hitting against his with a loud clang. Right after that, she stepped to the side again, and brought her side around, swinging it at his side in a swift movement.

The more he talked, the more it annoyed her. Listening to him talk on and on was annoying.

"Maybe after this we can walk to the tavern and share a drink, perhaps as a bet?"

She glared, a coldness in her purple eyes. "Don't count on it, tiefling." She snapped. Ready to block any attack. She continued to feel as if being watched by someone, or something. She didn't like it, and then, the spell that is always on, detect undead was bugging her. Obviously, there was an undead near by. More creatures to kill from the abyss the better, She thought, a crazed grin flitting across her face. She liked that idea, to fight more demons and such. How wonderful it would be.

((OOC: Argh... shortness... Sorry...))

Xion shrugged and pursed his lips as he thought. "How about if I win, we go out for nothing more than a drink at the local tavern, and if you win you get to kill me." He smiled his proposal, confidently sliding his feet out wide and angling his sword towards the woman's heart. He would aim to strike her in the chest, then if she was lucky she would dodge and not get killed, and if Xion was lucky he would catch her clothing and make things a bit more interesting. He smiled wickedly at the prospect of embarrassing her in front of him, perhaps bringing her confidence down a notch.

"If those are the bets, then I shall not lose, and I will take every precaution to win." His smile grew to a toothy grin as he grab the hilt of his sheathed draguldrake and whipped it from its resting place, dually wielding two long swords with relative ease. His own puny form hid a strength that he was proud of. Taking both swords into consideration, Xion focussed on the girl and her subtle movements, his sword sliding into place where they would be easiest to move to defend or attack.

His swords moved as if of their own accord, both jabbing to the girl, one high, one low. The one low, if struck could end the fight then and there, whereas the one higher was easily dodged to the disadvantage of having one's clothes cut. If she was smart, she would block the low jab and try to dodge the high jab, and hopefully Xion would get to follow through with his plans of making for a more interesting fight.

"How about if I win, we go out for nothing more than a drink at the local tavern, and if you win you get to kill me."
Xion was overconfident, or fool, or both. He had a better plan for the woman then a demon hunter, as much as Eynalis could understand. He saw the one-low-one-high attack, and he could understand one thing - Xion was no fool. He was right by being overconfident. It is a hard action to make, that requires a mastery of both of your hand. Xion achived this mastery. Zehavya had no chance. This, was Eynalis's opinion of the battle. Her sword is too heavy to block a low attack with it. Rising the sword will take most of her strength. Then, she will lose, unless she will lose now. But maybe she will jump aside, and avoid both attacks? Unless Zehavya was tallented, she will surly lose. Now, or a few swings later. Eynalis hoped that this attack will hit, allmost fatal enough to kill her. Then, he hoped that Xion will put his sword on her neck, and say "Surrender" or something. This, is the perfact moment to blast.

As Rith watched the fight and made slow progess in scanning Xion's muddled mind that curiously enough seemed to allow Xion to act normally, Rith noticed that he was not the only one watching this fight. Curses. He would need to find out the creature's motive and quick. Ultimately either of the combatants dieing would only be a set back to Rith's goals as he could bring back either, though setting up a medium from which to gather what he needed from the remains of Xion's mind if the tiefling were to die would take a notable amount of time, time that Rith did not wish to waste. Rith began to allow psychic tendrils to reach out to Eynalis' mind. It was not a living mind, but neither was Eynalis a mindless creature controlled entirely by a necromancer. Rith however accuratle guessed that Xion was Eynalis' target from merely watching alone. Eynalis's mind gave the answer of why. Most curious. He could use that to his advantage too, yet all thing could be handled in due time.

Rith merely monitored Eynalis' thoughts as continued his search deeper into Xion's mind, in order to minimize errors stemming from diverting too much of his attention. Rith readied himself for an effective counter against the undead elf's attack. It would be done easily enough, from what he had saw the undead was capable, though he had only looked breifly and there was a good possiblity the Elf knew more than Rith had seen. Dim purple lights lit behing the cared eyes on Rith's pumpkin head, it wasn't enough to peirce through the shadows and possibley give him away, yet it was enough to prepare rith for his next move.

She watched him a moment. He was insane, more then Zehavya considered herself at times. He was odd. She liked that idea, if she won, she got to kill him, but if she lost? She would rather die then have to go into a tavern with a tiefling, or any damn beast. He then attacked, and she stepped away, dodging the attack, by merely side stepping out of the way. She smiled ever so slightly. "I'll take that bet then." She hissed coldly, her eyes glimmering deadly. She didn't really like the idea of him winning, but, she didn't know what may happen. Maybe the gods would be on her side and let her win. Right then, she knew they were being watched, she felt eyes watching her, and she knew that the someone was undead. She wondered if the tiefling had an undead ally with him, but, she hadn't notice any undead when he showed up.

She watched as he pulled out another blade, and she cocked her head slightly, then grinned. Even though, she found that annoying how he now had two swords, she didn't really mind, Zehavya had this great sword for as long as she could remember, she killed a lot of demon with it, and was handy with it. Though it was a heavy blade, she used it with ease. Her arms were strong and used to wielding heavy weapons, it was like nothing came easier for her.

When he sent two jabs at her, a high one, and then a low one, she reacted quickly, dodging the higher one easily, then brought her sword around in the same motion as she dodge the high jab, and her hit the low jab away, almost at the same moment. Then with that, she brought her sword upright after hitting the low jab away, she struck towards at his side again.

Eynalis!!! What the hell are you doing?!
No. It can't be. Why now? The damned necromancer is in Eynalis's head. Eynalis just wished that the necromancer didn't readed his mind. If he did, all will be lost. Right now, this necromancer was able to make Eynalis do whatever he wants. And as much as he knew the necromancer, it will be helping the demon. But Eynalis rememberd one thing undead can do - not thinking. But it was to much of a risk, he could not response if anything happend. He will save that for later, for an emergancy. What I am doing? Enjoying a battle, nothing more. Eynalis telepaticly said. Then why is your haunting tide spell ready? Damn. he had to think of a good lie, and fast. I'm going to kill the winner and give you both of the bodies to re-animate, master.
Mind blancked. Eynalis's mind is now his own. Well, kind off. His mind was now focused one his task, and nothing more. He was now like an undead that got an order - he won't do anything that was not in it. If Eynalis will be attacked now, he won't even try to fight back. But atleast this kept his mind from his master. And now, his master shall fall.

What? Some one else? This was turning out to be quite the circus act. There was simply too much going on. Rith could not see the Necromancer that spoke into Eynalis's mind. If he wanted he could trace the necromancer from Eynalis' mind, yet that would lessen Rith's progress with Xion's mind even more, and that certainly was not an optimal end. The necromancer seemed to obviously have a conflict of intrest with the undead which for the moment was good. Rith cared more about the tiefling right now than the demon, though if need be he could probably counter any meddling of the Necromancer as well. Rith was mildly confused when the Undead's conciousness seemed to wink out. Apparently the necromancer was not so pleased with the lie of an answer and was going to make the creature midlessly follow a few tasks, yet the question was what did the Necromancer want Eynalis to do? Rith did not think of the question long, for he found something of greater intrest.

It was a guild of chaotic being seeking to sow death, destruction and chaos amongst Imythess and eventually trigger apocylpse itself, the Apocylpse Allaince. No that could be right at all, Rith was sure he had heard of a short-live guild like that yet it had fallen apart, or had it... Rith would need to look deeper into the matter. Perhaps it was from this that the guild of demons was formed, or perhaps this was even the guild in question that he was looking for. Rith needed something a little more solid, something he could prove or disprove.

She had accepted the bet! The playing was over, and it was about time for Xion to reap the benefits of his suave. Smiling coyly, he brought Draguldrake to his side to deflect the great sword. Under normal circumstances the blow would easy pass such meagre defence, but it was not wise to hope for normality around this tiefling. It took merely a second for the powers within Draguldrake to inactivate, and the strength of dragons flowed through the slender swordsman. The golden blade caught the great sword easily, stopping it dead in its tracks, just as Lightbane rose to point at the girl's face, inches from her nose.

"I wonder just what I will learn of you on our date. This fight is over; the strength of my finger outmatches your arms. Perhaps if you give in now you would be greeted by such a strong embrace from such a handsome gentleman as me! Teehehehehe!" With a subtle flick of his left hand, he made an attempt to move the great sword from his side, and as his own blade flew out it easily lopped down a tree in it's very path. A wide smile creased a crazed face.

Her sword hit against his other sword, stopping hers, and then a sword was inches from her face. She stared at the wielder, glaring. She stood very still, and right then, hoping that she had her two axes, then she would think it more even, and easier to fight this one who has two swords. She longed to chop the tieflings head off. He annoyed her, like all tieflings, and she wanted them all dead. Slowly she lowered her great sword. She tried to think of a way out of this, but before she could even try to attack, he could easily wound her with the blade to her face.

She managed a small smile, but her eyes glimmered with hatred. "Not much, I'm afraid." She murmured to herself. She glanced at the fallen tree, and frowned a little. This one was stronger then the last she had fought this night, and it didn't help that she was a little weaker from that last battle she had. She wouldn't be able to win tonight. Even if she admitted it, it would go against what she does. She hated that, it would e terrible. She hates to admit defeat, but sometimes one has to, especially when they know they won't win.

An embrace? She would stab him before he could, and she fight back harder, she would never let a tiefling close.

"Fine. I'm not going to win." She said, and it was most likely the truth, but maybe, she would be able to take him by surprise sometime, and then kill him, it would be nice.

Yes... keep that fight... Eynalis knew that Zehavya just can't win. But he hoped it won't end too fast, so he could do something. He wondered if making the flesh oh Xion's hand rot would help... Or maybe they will know? He had to stay out of this now. But he started to cast the spell, just in case of need. He can launch it any moment he wants now. Ishendaldiebalarah... This was the first part of the spell, that he mumbled to himself. Just a short part of the spell remanins. Comon, Xion, end this stupid duel!

They were indeed two seperate guilds with two different leaders. He could see them, but couldn't yet be assure of the names he had pulled from Xion's hectic mind. Rith could almost feel Xion's glee when his opponent agreed upon his wager. Xion swiftly moved to prove how little of a chance she truly stood against him. His magic blade was truly remarkable. He would have to be mindful of it if or rather when the demonic guild stood in his way. His adversary gave in, though undoubtly intending only to be as docile as a snake waiting for the right time to strike. He had hoped to see a bit more of a fight from the demon hunter, but apparently that would not happen so soon after her last showdown.

Rith noticed that the undead's mind returned from whatever bubble it was pushed into, but did not bother moving his attention to the feeble necromancer's mind. He could counter whatever the blasted thing tried to do, besides the fight was over...for now. It all depended on when Xion gave Zehavya a chance to strike.