Dytar smirked to himself as he wiped the stale drink off of his lips and threw the mug down onto the ground. It was nothing good but it would keep him going on for a bit as he explored this nice wonderful place. The lanterns seemed to be trying to keep away the darkness which to him seemed oh so foolish. 'Why do they keep the darkness away? It is our friend.' he thought with a small laugh as he looked from place to place as he walked slowly. It was when he rounded a corner when suddenly he saw something come smashing down towards his head and he immediatly stumbled backwards almost falling down. A larger man looked at him with a laugh as he held a mace and smacked it against his hand as he looked at Dytar. "Strange little thing you are, I don't really like you." the man said and Dytar smirked to himself as he looked at the man. "I think that I will beat you up a little, show you who is in charge here in this city." the man said and Dytar just started to laugh at that point.

"And you actually believe that you can do that? How foolish... or actually I should say how stupid you are. If you believe that you are anywhere near the skill level of myself you shall see that you are sadly mistaken my idiotic friend." Dytar said with a laugh and pulled the blade from his side and looked at it with a grin. "How dare you talk to me like that!" the man said and Dytar laughed to himself as he ran the blade by his face and licked at it with a dark laugh as he let his tounge drag along it slowly. The man gulped as he looked at Dytar and started to get second thoughts but still he couldn't stop now, he had to show what he could do. With a grunt he charged at Dytar and swung his mace for his head again and Dytar smacked the mace away as he moved off to the right and laughed. "The head is a smaller target, harder to hit. Go for the body first, take out their ability to dodge. Weaken the body so that you can bring in the killing move with ease." Dytar said with a laugh as he cut outwards watching as his blade connected with the mans elbow and saw the blood drip as he tried to grab it while still having his mace forward toward him.

The man growled as he looked at Dytar and Dytar laughed as he licked his blade again tasting the blood. "Look at you, nothing more than a crazy animal. You should be.. put down." Dytar said and the man looked around as if looking for some kind of help. "You shall find no saviour here... you die." Dytar said as he gave a laugh and sliced down connecting the blade with the back of the man's leg and almost disabling him. "And now, the kill strike can commence!" Dytar said with a loud laugh as he man gave a scream and tried to turn to run and fell over from the pain in his leg. Before he could even try to get up Dytar stomped down on him with his foot and put the point of his blade on the back of the man's neck. "And now, it ends." Dytar said and pushed the blade down puncturing down through the neck and the swung left and right slightly severing the man's neck with ease. Dytar just laughed and wiped the blood off his blade on the man's body and checked to see if he had anything of value.

Fehade had been hiding in the city, staying at the local tavern, though he despised being around all those fools there, especially the drunk ones. They were loud, and he barely got any sleep at all with the ruckus, but it was safe for him, and it would do for the moment, until he found more clues as to where his sisters were hiding. He didn't have much time left till Hakri came expecting to see his daughters on good behavior, even though it was them who disappeared, and Fehade's father would once more ignore Fehade, since his father Hakri had never paid him much attention, due to the fact Fehade was banished from his own family, but it was a demonic family, it is what to be expected from them.

Today, Fehade had a job he wanted to get done quickly, he had to find a wizard, and well, kill the mage. Fehade liked that idea, so far he went two days without killing someone and it was driving him nuts, and he seemed to be in snappier moods, and just not a cheerful, but the idea of seeing blood soon made today slightly good.

The tiefling demon-infused rode on Evier's back, but he didn't look his true self, he had altered his appearance so no one would recognize him. He chose the form of a slightly muscular build (like how he always is), with long brown hair pulled back, and then gray eyes. Fehade wore his normal clothing, black pants, and shirt Drow Piwafwi Cloak draped over his shoulders. He hand two katanas on his belt, and they both looked like beautiful blades. No one would be able to recognize him as the tiefling demon-infused that everyone feared, well, mostly everyone.

Fehade sat atop Evier, looking around, wondering if the wizard lived nearby, and really hoped it did, Mara needed something from the wizard, like usual.

He turned down a street, and then a thin, evil smiled played over his pale face. He pulled Evier's reins lightly, to have her stop. He watched the tiefling and the other man fight. The tiefling though seemed a little cocky, and overconfident to Fehade, with the constant laughter, and cruelty, even though, thats how Fehade acted most of the time, even when he never meant it. He watched from a safe distance, till the other tiefling killed the man. Once again, Fehade's lips curled into a cruel smile. He started to clap his hands. His hands wore black leathered gloves so it didn't much sound. His clap was slow, and he soon stopped. He kicked the nightmare horse in the sides, and made the horse go forward.

"Nice show. Reminds me of the time my uncle licked blood off his blade after he slaughtered an aasimar." Fehade said, his eyes flashed slightly. Crackle, was his uncles name, and a fool half-demon that man was. Fehade pulled Evier to a stop near the tiefling, and looked the tiefling up and down, and saw that this was... way older then himself, since he was merely twenty one, but that thought left as quickly as it had come. Fehade forgot that he looked human, and probably looked pathetic to the demon, but Fehade did not change into his original form, not yet.

'Nothing.. great.' Dytar thought annoyed as he rose up and sighed in annoyance. He hadn't really expected to get much off the corpse, no gold or anything else of value. Even the mace itself was in bad shape and really woulnd't do him any good. He just kicked it away watching it as it slid away and he sighed to himself. He really was looking for more of a challenge from the man but what could he expect... the dumb thing was human. 'Stupid things think they can rule over whoever they wish... imbeciles..' Dytar thought to himself as he turned his head as he suddenly heard clapping. He watched as somebody cloaked and on a dark looking horse started to come down his way, he knew already though that is wasn't a guard of any kind so he wasn't worried of being charged with anything.. though if it was a guard it wasn't like the person could stop him. The thought of another fight brought a smirk to his face as he stood there un-moving as he watched the horse get closer and watched him as he spoke. "I wasn't trying to entertain you." Dytar said looking at this person.

It was then that he noticed that this man looked nothing more than a human, yet something tugged at him. Almost like a sixth-sense of some kind that told him this man was more than he appeared. It was almost as if he was looking at himself in the mirror... yet he didn't see his reflection. He thought about it for a bit before looking over the man and the horse again. If he was a human he was a rather dark one.. and young to boot. 'Wonder if he even knows how to hold a blade right.' Dytar thought with a small chuckle. He looked down and refit his clothes so that they were not scruffy anymore from the fight and made sure his blade was secure at his side. Once everything was secure he looked back up to the man as he heard the wind blow through the buildings around them with an eery howl which made him smile. He loved this city already, dark and seemingly decaying. Ruffians and vagrants at every corner with warriors at the taverns. Everything was dark and devious, nothing seemed to be good of this place... just where he fit in.

"So, you supposed to be some scary warrior type? Cause if you are I am not that scared... at all really." Dytar said looking up at the man with a smirk. He knew he sounded like an asshole.. he didn't care though. That was just who he was and if this guy didn't like it then he could just go and die for all he cared. "What is it that you want from me? I have plans to go through with and people to kill. If you just wanted to say hello then I will be on my way." Dytar said and turned away with a sigh of annoyance. He wondered if this man was even worth his time to look at... and he knew the answer already... he wasn't. He just chuckled to himself and started to walk away wondering if the man would speak up.. or strike out at him. If he did the latter Dytar was prepared, his body slightly tense and waiting for that first strike to be made.

"I wasn't trying to entertain you."

Fehade shrugged slightly, and merely smiled a dull boring smile. He looked the tiefling over once more, and didn't find much interesting about this tiefling, just that he laughed a lot, and just seemed like a fool. Evier, was starting to get impatient, she stomped her hooves, then moved her oddly dark eyes to the tiefling. Fehade patted the horses neck, calming the impatient nightmare. Fehade turned his head slightly, when the breeze came through. Fehade liked this place, it was a good place to call a home, but then, he hated it too, because it was too much like his old home. He grimaced, and turned his attention to the tiefling again.

"So, you supposed to be some scary warrior type? Cause if you are I am not that scared... at all really."

He shrugged once again. "I am a warrior, but I am not trying to be scary, at least, not yet." He said, and laughed slightly, his laugh seemed quite hollow.

"What is it that you want from me? I have plans to go through with and people to kill. If you just wanted to say hello then I will be on my way."

Fehade's eyes flashed dangerously when the tiefling turned his back to him. He then undid the spell that held his human appearance. Fehade's build shifted slightly, giving him a more stronger build, though, he still didn't seem that strong looking. His long brown hair grew shorter, and turned black, his hair now was close cropped to his head in spikes, hiding the studs of horns on his head. His dark eyes turned to a bright blood red, and shimmered with a even more dangerous look to them. His skin changed to have a reddish tint to them, and looked leathery, and from his back, to large red wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, they looked like dragons wings, but demons would know that they are wings of a pit fiend.

"I don't think I will be a waste of time." Fehade said, smiling cruelly. His voice was different too, it was slithery with cruelness, the same voice his father had. "You fight well, sir tiefling. How well do you fight with one of your own kind?" Fehade said, and grinned. Sure, he had a job to do, but he hated to be taken like a weak fool. Fehade slid from the horses saddle, and his hands caressed his two katanas.

An eery smile spread across Dytar's smile as he looked back and started to laugh. "Well look at you, oh so scary. I'm shaking in my boots." Dytar said with another laugh as he looked this tiefling up and down. Indeed he was of his race, yet they were nothing of the same kind. Dytar just smirked to himself and let his hand move down his body slowly as he grasped the handle to his longsword. "I am no sir, I am far from it. Though I am saddened to tell you one thing." Dytar said and pulled his blade out and laughed as he pointed at the other before putting it back in a slightly defensive position. "You are no where near my kind, my calibur. Such a young fool such as yourself probably thinks your hot stuff don't you." Dytar said with a cackle and let his blade make a slight scratching noise as he moved it down his chest up and down slowly.

He was going to make this little thing angry, push him into rage. Now usually you wouldn't want to do that to any kind of demon of sorts yet Dytar wanted to push this young one to the brink. He was going to make him see only red and strike without thinking, make him use his rage. 'He will hopefully lose control.. and then I shall take advantage of that.' Dytar thought to himself and smirked. "You know, I don't even know if you are really worth my time actually." Dytar said with a fake sigh of annoyance. "You young ones always like to think you can challenge the big guys, those older than you. So... foolish." Dytar said and started to laugh even more. This time it was of pure mockery, mockery to this young thing and mockery at its challenge. Dytar just let the blade fall in place as he prepared for the strikes to begin.

"I guess I can entertain you for a bit." Dytar said with a smirk and watched the other with cold dead eyes. His short white hair blowing slightly as his horns almost seemed to tinge as if sensing a wonderous battle about to behold was about to take place. His whole body was in a feeling of sensation, his muscles ready to move when it was needed. He wouldn't strike first, oh no, he was going to wait for that first strike to wait and see just how this little one fought. From there he would decide on his course of action.

"Well look at you, oh so scary. I'm shaking in my boots. I am no sir, I am far from it. Though I am saddened to tell you one thing. You are no where near my kind, my calibur. Such a young fool such as yourself probably thinks your hot stuff don't you."

Fehade's fingers twitched slightly, and he rest one hand on each of his katana, one on Aparul, and the other on Ismon. A thin smile spread over his face, he took one step forward, and then used his alter self spell again, and made his wings disappear, they only got in the way. He hated being called young, hated being called a fool, hated being called weak, it made him angry, made him think of his father, Hakri. His gripped tightened on the hilts, and slowly, he pulled both blades out, holding both of them in a light grip, but tight enough so they wouldn't fall.

"You know, I don't even know if you are really worth my time actually. You young ones always like to think you can challenge the big guys, those older than you. So... foolish."

"Well, I shall fight hard then, so it is worth your pathetic time, but then that would be a waste of my own time, I'd rather go slow in this fight, it would cause more pain, more blood... that sounds like fun." He said, in his cruel, quiet voice. "But don't judge me for my younger appearance, tiefling. You may taunt and mock me all you want, but I will not fall to your pitiful attempts of making me angry." He said, and glared out at the tiefling.

"Kill the fool..." Rraezanon hissed in Fehade's head, the voice of the pit fiend made him smile. "With pleasure." Fehade hissed quietly. He looked at the others blade, and that made his smile widened. He would need his magic in this battle, at least he believed he didn't.

"I guess I can entertain you for a bit."

"Then, lets play." He hissed again, and lifted his two katanas, and stood in a stance. He noticed that the man wasn't going to attack first, but that didn't matter. Fehade smiled, and then charged forward, and attacked the other, slashing his right katana towards Dytar's left shoulder. Fehade kept his left katana close, ready to defend himself if need be.

"Pitiful? I believe your attempts at denying the thruth are truly pitiful." Dytar said with a mocking laugh. "I mean just look at you, from your body position and the way you stare I can already see the results coming forth." Dytar said with another laugh. He listened as he seemed to say two words to himself and that made him chuckle a bit more as well. It was then that he watched and he saw it, which made him smile. Here came the charge and Dytar was ready, he couldn't count the number of times somebody had made that same kind of rush at him. It was almost monotonous. He just let his dark lips smirk as he prepared his footing and watched as the blade came down towards his shoulder. "All out attack already?" Dytar said in a mocking tone and side-stepped to right as he used the power of his opponents own movement to push the katana away along his and was safely away from harm.

Dytar just looked at him laughing as he raised his left hand and wagged his finger from side to side. "Tsk tsk tsk." He said with a smirk and took a deep breathe. "Going for a solid hit at the very beginning.. do you expect me to be some foolish child who has just picked up a blade?" Dytar said and laughed. "Those kind of tactics only work on somebody you can overpower, you might a little stronger than me me young one.. but I won't let you just cut me head on like that." Dytar said and gave a laugh as he set up his blade defensively again. "Now lets see if you can just at least hit me once, or are you used to people not being able to fight back?" Dytar said with a dark and twisted laugh. He loved taunting his opponents, watching their faces squirm with anger and hatred. The delight it brought him was sensational, knowing that he could manipulate people so easily.

( OOC - Ugh sorry for small post. lol )

The other blocked his blade and stepped away, as Fehade had thought, and he then lashed out with his left blade towards the mans stomach, just as the tiefling started yammering again and laughing. Fehade rolled his eyes, getting annoyed at this fool.

"Going for a solid hit at the very beginning.. do you expect me to be some foolish child who has just picked up a blade?"

"Oh yes, thats exactly what I thought." Fehade hissed sarcastically. He growled in annoyance, at the mans insults, and how the man constantly talked, on and on and on. His eyes gleamed with hunger to see blood, especially this mans blood. As his anger seem to grow, his unholy aura grew much more stronger, the aura was thick around him. "Are you going to just stand around and talk all day, tiefling, or are you going to fight? If so, I can easily cause more pain then one should never feel with just a flick of my wrist and a few words." He said, and as he did, his left hand that gripped one katana seemed to be covered in a light black fog, with crackling dark energy.

"Now lets see if you can just at least hit me once, or are you used to people not being able to fight back?"

His gaze burned with anger and annoyance, and the pit fiend that shared his body was also angry. "Your just asking for death, fool... a slow painful death. Rraezanon even agrees with what I have in mind." He said, and he smiled, his cruel evil smile. If this person kept up with the insults, then it would probably end up getting Fehade in a rage, but that rarely ever happens. He considered using magic on this one, but he didn't feel he didn't to waste his dark magic on scum.

He lifted his two blades, and jumped forward, slashing with one to the mans shoulder again, and then with his other he lunged to the mans gut. Fehade knew the man would be able to dodge his attacks most likely, and he was ready when the tiefling does. If Dytar continued to block the attacks instead of attacking himself, Fehade would turn to his magic to destroy Dytar.

Dytar smiled and watched the blade come at his stomach. 'Oh, what to do.' Dytar thougth and lunged his body back just enough so only his shirt got cut which he laughed at. "What a fool.." Dytar muttered to himself with a smirk. Dytar watched the man before him get angrier and angrier, it seemed that his taunts and jeers were actually getting the fool in a rage. If he could do that than he would have the advantage, whether this idiot knew it or not. "Pain is nothing to me.. something to feed upon.. whether it be me causing it or having it thrust upon me." Dytar said with a laugh. He watched as the man seemingly was starting to get some kind of magic up and running and smirked to himself. 'Does he think I will not notice?' Dytar thought to himself with a laugh.

"Ahah! As I expected. I thought you had another in there, looks like my suspicions were correct." Dytar said and than started to laugh more and more as he acted like he almost fell over laughing. "I should have known you wouldn't be brave enough to take me on just by yourself. You have to let your little buddy empower you just to match me." Dytar said with dark and twisted laugh as he let the words sink in on the fool. "You are nothing but a weak little fool who needs somebody elses help to do anything. I on the other hand need nobody! I by myself shall conquer all who oppose me!" Dytar said and laughed more and more.

Dytar watched as the man jumped to attack and a dark expecting smirk came to his face. Dytar charged forward and slid onto his leg right under the fool. As he did so he swung his blade up at the man from underneath. 'What a fool.. he just attacks with brute force again and again..' Dytar thought with a laugh and let out a roar. "Don't just attack me regularly again and again! Use the unorthodox!" Dytar said as he attacked at his opponent.

He knew the man would dodge his attack, and knew this one would be a bit of a challenge, the way he kept insulting the demon infused. He tried to keep his anger at bay, but it wasn't quite working. He clenched his teeth closed in frustration. This tiefling reminded him a lot like his half-sister aasimar. Zehavya has always been one for taunting Fehade, he always wondered why everyone had fun in doing that, his sisters had done it, his father and mother, Mara, everyone, though of course, they probably did because he was banished from his demon family.

"Pain is nothing to me.. something to feed upon.. whether it be me causing it or having it thrust upon me."

"Nice to know we have something in common." He snapped. His dark magic grew stronger within him, just waiting for him to use it. The tiefling talked to much, laughed to much, and that was the main thing that annoyed Fehade. Before his katanas reached their targets, the tiefling brought out a leg, and made him trip, and as he fell towards the ground, the tiefling brought its blade towards him from underneath.

The blade cut into his side, cutting through his shirt, but the did didn't do much damage to his skin, it just gave a long thin cut, that merely hurt, and little blood came from it, since he was infused with a demon, normal weapons didn't harm Fehade as much. He landed on the ground, and quickly rolled to his feet in a crouch. He sighed. "Looks like you don't want to play. I normally like to give one at least a chance at winning, but you seem persistent in dying." He said, then a odd glint flashed through his red eyes.

Just as the other sent another attack towards him, he jumped to his feet, and lifted one leg up, and kicked at the mans gut, and as he did, he sweeped his blade towards the mans neck, and with his second blade, he brought that up, and blocked the oncoming attack. He didn't care if his kick hit or not, it would at least make the move back. After that, when he had both feet down again, he started to send a flurry of attacks, always ready to dodge, block or anything as he swung and lunged and slashed with his weapons in a fast smooth motions.