10 days in the cage (Hiro)

[daimon]

Daimon was shirtless the half winged hero stood in the middle of the ring. His eyes were closed for a moment. Suddenly they opened, pure red crimson orbs. They were monsterous and the hate in the room was apparent. The crowd chanted in their blood lust "SIN! SIN SIN!!!! SIN SIN SIN!!!! SIN SIN SIN!!!" They screamed, their voices filled with admiration for the figure. His wing spread and they crowed roared.

He stood in a cage, waiting for his next opponent. He had been told this man would prove a interesting fight. How he loved a opponent who could hold his interest. All weapons were allowed except guns. Daimon played with the silver assassin daggers on his hips, and moved his hands down his black jeans. Dual katanas hung on his back, cross in a X formation. He smirked. " LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WHO COULD STAND AGAINST YOUR BELOVED SIN!!! THERE ARE FEW HEROS IN THIS WORLD BUT WE GIVE YOU ONE TODAY! THE LEADER OF THE LYCANS! A ANCIENT POWER SO DESTRUCTIVE THAT WE HAD TO PUT SEALS AROUND THE RING FOR YOUR PROTECTION!" The announce screamed. "HIRO THE ANCIENT WOLF VERSUS DAIMON THE CREATOR OF SIN!!!" The announcers voice roared.

"Hiro... finally a good fight." He spoke coldly.
A light smile came to his lips as pure demonic energy rushed off of him.
How he longed to fight again. True combat filled him with rage. The worlds greatest fighter, the creator of violence... no man with sin in his heart could defeat sin itself. "Come to your death... " His voice was cold as the audience screamed in anticipation. "KILL, KILL, KILL!" They screamed. Slowly he unsheathed his blade stretching his neck from side to side.

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He wore only his shorts and a ankle weights weighing at more than 300 lbs. He jumps into the ring with a loud slam. Slapping his shoulders and bouncing around to warm himself up. He raises his hand and the people screamed with enjoyment. His katana was thrown in, he catches it and puts to the side. He had also borrowed Ramidons brass kncuckle tonfas. Like the normal brass kncuckles, it protects your fingers and has blades on the sides protecting the forearms. This fight was going to be most intresting. The creator of sin and the kind lord ready to duke it out once more. Could this be their last fight? I highly doubt it.

"Mr. Sin." He spoke softly, walking up to him. "A another fight among immortals right?"
He smiled. "Do you think you can keep up with me? Or is your old age catching up too you." He laughed. Waiting for a response and waiting for the referee to declare the fight. "I'm waiting." He tensed himself up waiting for him to give a sucker punch or something.

[daimon]

"Thought I was the faster of us." he mused... flickering his eyes changing pure bloody red. His wing moved outwards stretching breaking his muscle shirt off of him. His muscle size increased, the inner demon sin was awakening already... ready for hiros blood. The crowd roared as demonic energy surged off of the fallen angel. He smiled pulling his katana forward. In a instant he flickered his blade coming toward Hiro. Suddenly he flickered over and over again his sword coming at hiro from three different sides. He was much faster then he had previously been. He realized hiro would have to transform into his wolf form to keep up with his speed and prevent himself from being cut open....

Out of all the enemies he had faced hiro was the strongest....
Suddenly he was behind hiro his blade coming toward the lycans back, the tip was only a few inches from reaching its point and killing the lycan. "Die with honor hiro." he mused cruelly. Darkness was overwhelming Daimon. Sin had began awaking, it was a slow process but he knew hiro would see what he truly was. Daimon was ancient far older then Hiro. How many had he slaughtered? How many have fallen prey to sins touch? There were no humans who he did not live inside.

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As the Daimon lunged foreword to cut open him with the katana he hopped backward to avoid anything fatal to his health. The sin creator was not gonna go easy or underestimate him this time. But he was getting stronger with every passing day and so was Daimon. He did not need to use his lycan form just yet, he was waiting for the right moment to change, he could let Daimon to use that as an advantage over him in the long run. He felt a breeze behind him, knowing Daimon was right behind, probaly aimming for a fatal organ or something.

He knew one thing about his ultimate rival, he like his pretty face and his neck. He he countered with a equally fatal blow with his brass kncuckle tonfas. The fist aiming for Dai's face, with his other hitting the blade away and if she moved any close his neck will make contact with the blade, sliting his throat. Therefore, he will not be able to breathe with a slow, painful and bloody death. "Your getting slopply blood brother." He said coldly to Daimon.