When Zehavya was first here in the ruins, in the wonderful cathedral, she had met the young girl Shadeen here. The young thing had barely known how to use a sword. That meeting was a pleasant one. The hunter had bee hunting demons or have an encounter wit ha ghost, either had been fine to her, as long as she had some action, instead, she ran also into a man named Samathan, and with her sources, she had later learned he was called Kyrus now. Zehavya had mistrusted him, disliked him severely. During the time the three of them had ventured into the cathedral, they had ran into her half-brother, Fehade. And once again, she had been unsuccessful in killing him.
Fehade had saved her when she was younger, sure, he was younger still, but he had great power then. He let her run, let her escape before the man Crackle Silver could kill her, as a sacrifice to the families annual parties. What a terrible day that had been. Since that day, she no longer had known fear. Since then, fear has been unknown to her. A stranger that lingered tightly around her. The fear she had felt that day had given her the strength she had now. Gave her the purpose to rid the world of fiends.
Today, her heeled boots kicked up dust and small crumbled rocks. Making her entrance known to the old building. She walked to the middle of the building, the stopped. She unclipped Cure and Wish holding one in each hand. She then crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes closed, the axes held lightly in her grasp. The dark blades glimmering in a unseen light. She then held her arms wide open. She stayed unmoving, silent, waiting.
She did not see the shadowy creature slip from the shadows, and slid up in front of the demon-hunter, looking at her face. The creature was shadow, pure shadow. It look humanoid, with fiery red eyes. Then as it was about to slink back, Zehavya's eyes snapped open, and in a smooth movement of celestial grace, her axe Wish slashed through the shadow. It screeched in pain, slumping to the ground writhing. As it did, other shadows watched, then slid towards the hunter, who smiled in a cruel joy.
A sudden disturbance riled his senses, both by scent and sound at first only to be later followed the sense of sight when figures sparked to life bellow him. Placing a hand down upon the space separating his lower back from the wall and upon the beam he sat atop of, he would simply push himself up to a somewhat crouched position up on the rotten wood beneath him. The rafters weren’t all too sturdy at first glance, given their completely rotting nature, but it was the only place he could seem to find that was excluded from everyone and everything else that could pester him. Deciding to pay their integrity little mind, a spell would kick up subconsciously; Gaseous Form. On top of the near ethereal appearance, the active traits of his shadow dancer ability allowed him to blend perfectly and seamlessly into the darkness that swathed his body.
Carefully moving forward step by step, his attention would fixate itself down upon the woman bellow, watching her curiously as she carried on with her little slaying. Of what…He really couldn’t care less; the only thing he cared about was having his fun even though it would be at the expense of this woman. After the vast couple of feet he seemed to move across the beam, he would come across a cross member that trailed over the center of the room, deciding to take the route to the direct center of the room. He would then take one step off to the side to come landing to the ground in a soft patter of steps, couched in manner before slowly slinking up to an erect stance. Dispelling the Gaseous form his position would be revealed to the woman as he slowly turned to face her, his head cocking itself to the side.
A malicious grin slid across his slender lips as his body squared itself with her own, both of his hands moving up to clap a couple of times, “Oh my, the woman’s got an axe, should I fear, should I fright, should I run, hmmmm?” Craning his head forward at the issuance of the question, a sudden burst of laughter would erupt from between his lips, “Perhaps the woman would like to see how her axe fairs against something that can actually put up one helluva fight, but then again…That you probably lead your to the cemetery next door, huh?” Motioning a thumb off to his side in the general direction of the cemetery, an arrogant grin would slip across his face, “So how about it toots? Think you want to take me up on that offer? I’ll even fight without a weapon, but I would advise you to remain aware of your surroundings. You don’t know anything about me, or what could be there to lend aid should I need it. Soooo, with that, I will leave the ball in your court.”
Zehavya continued her little fight with the strange shadowy creatures. She hacked through them, letting their creams comfort her as they echoed throughout the large cathedral. Her axes seemed to fly as she slashed at the creatures that huddled about her, trying to get a hit in. Their clawed hands slashed at her, giving her minor cuts, ones that weren't even noticed by the hunter. All was going well, she was getting in a nice pace of things here, until the sound of someone landing nearby disturbed her, and the shadow creatures saw what it was, and seemed to think it a threat and they slipped away, in fear it seemed.
Zehavya looked at disappointment at the retreating figures, then looked over her shoulder, then turned fully to take in the figure of the man before her, and she smiled, an excited look slipping into her purple eyes.
“Oh my, the woman’s got an axe, should I fear, should I fright, should I run, hmmmm?”
She narrowed her eyes, letting her axes twirl in her fingers once, before gripping them tighter. She cocked her head at the man, listening to his words, her eyes gleaming. She knew this mans alignment, not that it mattered, it only matter if he was a demon, but, he seemed to want to play, no, not play, fight. This person reminded her of her half-brother slightly, well, they both had that demonic feel about them, and how she hated it. How she wanted to destroy its presence.
"You can put up a good fight? Interesting. Normally arrogant demons send their little friends to fight for them, well, the ones I know anyway." She said, acting as if she was thinking a moment, then shrugging. She then walked slowly towards him, smiling, stopping a few feet in front of him. "You think you can send me to the cemetery, hm? That'll make my day, but not my brothers. Sounds like a good deal either way."
She then turned her back to him, walking away, letting her axes spin, a sigh coming from her before turning around once more, smiling widely, and pointed one axe at him. "I'll take that offer. Its been forever since I've had a worthy fight, so bring it on, demon." She said, and laughed.