The Anicent Wolf Vs. The Anicent Sin (damion,open)

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It was night, the sweet silence destroyed by the nearby club Cyanide. The club that was ran by a new vampire who was rumored to be extremely tough. Though the vampire wasn't his target. What he was hoping for was the black angel that he met before. Daimon...He remembered the crazy muilt-personality angel, that almost matched his strength.

He thought about the fight with him before. A pistol with silver bullets, that somehow slowed his rengeneration. But now he had his katanas to counter the bullets. And he could always use the crowd as cover, he didn't care. There was the knife, and a knife versus sword, thats a no go. But there was that sin form. That's when he had to stop playing, that form choked him in his lycan form. He looked around, there was no sign of the one winged angel. Maybe could lure him out by going to the club.

He wandered in with a small stream of blood following. He had killed the vampiric bouncer. The man stood in his way, and he wanted to get him out of the way. He decided to wipe the blood from his shoes by smash it on the face of another vampire walking by. He laughed as they couldn't tell who he was. His scent was hidden by alcohol, perfume, and the smell of burnt wood. His breath smelled of alcohol and blood. Because before he came here, he took out a small group of physic vampire. To well...Clench his thirst for blood.

The music was blasting, slaves trade was every where. It was a covention for slaves, or something thing in that manner. All the vampires all looked at him for a moment then turn back their attention back to their work. He wore his white silk attire and hood. And leaned back on a pole, waiting for some prey to appear.

[daimon]

Sin was on the street searching for corrupt souls. Their evil intoxicating him.
The leader of the band of 7.... He was notorious throughout the area...
Enemy to all who opposed slavery and his quest for money and women.
Daimon smiled as he entered the club... the music frantic. He smelled a familure scent.

"Lycan...." Daimon mused as his eyes scanned the area.
How he longed to find that Lycan dog... That ancient wolf which had fought him one on one... and lived. Few could brag that, of course he hadn't been sin the entire time... he had been his normal lovable self. Peoples eyes fell upon daimon and they knew who he was... not a man to be trifled with. The lycans paid him and took care of daimon quite well... for his services in their industry.

He was no more then the leader of a rogue mercenary band yet so many respected him...
The 7 sins were all corrupt and beyond corruption... all were fallen. He walked through the club his eyes finally found its target. "Hiro..." The man had never told him his name... Yet he knew it... For hiro had committed sin. Sin... lurked in the hearts of man.

He approached the bar, the bartender fearful gave him his usual a glass of
whisky. Daimon downed it and the bar tender poured him another cup.
"Has there been a lycan in here... One of a ancient scent... Tell me vampire."
Sins hand moved out toward the mans head, to fingers pressed against his forehead.
"I... Dont... Know.." the man hurried to say. "Look for him for me, if you spot him be sure to let me know. He will have a different scent about him, he is a wolf alright, but... not one of your used to." He mused.

"There's a guy I havent seen in the club, sir."
The bartender said pointing toward a figure in white.
Daimon smirked his crimson hair fell in front of his face.
"Hey Hiro." Daimon mused standing up with a glass in his hand.
He reached a cup out toward the lycan. "Here... Drink... Drink to strength... and honor." Daimon mused.

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He closed his eyes and crossed his arm, listening to every little conversation, that was going on in the club. Sex...Sex...Slave trade....And some more sex talk with a hint of lust. Everyone was so focused on themselves and their own sexual pleasures. They were fortunate to have that type of luxury. To live short lives, and be able to live it with family and friends, he began to grow wary.

Then he heard the voices, most of them began to whisper of a man. An angel that led a group of seven. They were all sinners, all of the fallen, black angel, he had met another. The one of lust. Sin....Had to be the leader. And he was here, finally. The one who almost matched his strength. He puts his hands in his pocket. Then hears the angels voice speaking with the frighten voice.

"Hey Hiro."

Slowly he opened his eyes. As the mans voice hit his ear. Seeing the angel raise his glass of whiskey. And handing the drink to him, which he acceptws, and nodded his head. What game was he playing? This was most strange, even for him. He licked his fang a bit, and place the drink to the table next.

"Here... Drink... Drink to strength... and honor."

Honor? What did the angel know of honor? In their first fight, he used a gun against a fair fight of fists. And he remembered the angel stating, that he didn't have the same since in the word honor. But then again, honor his view in many different ways.

"What do you want?" He finally said to the angel.

[daimon]

"I respect your power... I believe we have unfinished business, Hiro." He drank the whisky setting the glass on the bar. A smile coated the Fallen angels lips as his eyes peirced the lycan. "You see, I lead a organization that supports the lycan cause... Yet I see the way you treat your slaves... with such compassion, almost like your a nice guy." Daimon mused as he stretched his neck to both sides.

"You see... Our idea of honor is different... do you know what my idea of honor is?" Daimon asked. The ancient fallen angel's eyes turned crimson. "My idea of honor ... is combat... There is no rules of war... Everything goes, and I do beleive we never got to finish our battle. I dont think either of us will die in this battle but If you do die where would you like to be burried?" Daimon smiled as his coat fell.

"You look bad on your lycan brothers... and one of them paid me to take care of you."
He smirked holding up a check worth 50,000 dollars. "Normally I dont work for so cheap but since it was you and I truly do want to see if Im stronger then you... I guess I have to be cheap." He smirked, his eyes peircing the man.

"Nothing personal... oh wait... actually... It is personal."
He mused waiting for the lycan to take a stance before actually fighting.
People were already beginning to circle around them.

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"It would have....To be likewise never have I been choked, in my lycan form. And yes we do have unfinished business." He said sternly to the angel. He glared into his eyes, showing he is not so easily frightened. He small grin appeared under his mask. "The lycan cause? You do mean, the cause of blood and warfare don't you? And I am touched dear angel. You think I am a nice guy." He said sarcasticly.

"Indeed. You believe in the art of war. Like my old friend Sun Tzu. At least to a point. " He said with a small growl. "Honor is the belief, of protecting one's pack, or in your case family, but you would allow your followers to die for your own cause. Am I right? As long as chaos is around you are content." He stretches out his arms a bit. "Good sir...I will not be dying anytime soon, I have other things to attend to as well."

"I do not look down on my kind. Only the select few of morons, who only fight for their own damn greed. Who do not even look after their own, I will be the one who restores the lycans to their former glory. You will see angel..." He then looks at the check. "Only fifty gs? I thought I'd be worth more than that. At least you get money for getting your ass kicked then huh?" He calmly.

He turns around and walk off for a few feet before turning. "Since you came...I might as well fight." He got into a fighting stance. Looking around seeing people circle them. And well since they were going to fight here anyway. Might as well do some damage to the place. To make the vampires here a little more grumpy.

[daimon]

This time Daimon fought different, Throwing his coat into the audience to a willing women. She accepted holding it for him as his arms stretched outwards, he was loaded this time, guns in each cargo pocket, 2 dual pistols and plenty of ammo. 2 long silver daggers on each of his hip, and this time he moved his hand to his cargo, a blade folded up inside of its self he threw his fist foward a sword coming out of the folded up blade, the black handle in his hand, the blade was extremely sharp and silver.

"You see I actually prepared just to fight you, I do hope your prepared. You never got to see my skills with a sword... Honor in my opinion, is power and respect for power... For I can only honor a man who has the power to further his ambition, if you are powerful then you will bring honor to your name today." He muttered coldly as the blade came outwards. 3000 years of training in bushido with the ancient samurai would further his combat advance in this battle... He would go offense.

he lunged outwards his sword coming toward the lycans chest.
He was fast, moving so most people in the room couldnt see him though he knew his lycan rival would easily keep up with this pace. It would be rather interesting to see.
Before he had literally knocked daimon to the ground and had gotten a few good hits on the black angel.

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He stood firmly as he watch woman go crazy over a coat. He had the scythe of the reaper resting behind him and twin katana on his right hip. Brass kncuckles on his fists. All of his weapons laced with holy water and blessed by every type of priest. Basicly they were anti-unholy weapons. That would inculde black angels, with Sin being the worst of them all. His scythe was silver, in case an enemy werewolf came by. The brass kncukles had three inch spike coming out inbetween every knuckle.

"I'm ready. Are you going to use your toy guns?" He said mockingly. "Your skills? I thought you hid behind your guns." He saw the blade. He was ready for the fight. He had many years of boredom. He trained with the romans, the moors, the mongols, the chinese, the japanese and so much more. He seen almost everything in the book. He anaylzed his oppoent.

Damion lunged at him with great agility and speed, yet he was a he was graceful and skillful. It was the style of the samurai. No the mastered style of the samurai. As the blade came at him, he side-stepped pushing down the blade with the spikes, of his kncukles, and countered with a swift double sidekick to his vurnable rib cage.

[daimon]

The kick landed but daimon brought his blade upwards severing the hold of the spikes.
"Not bad." He muttered as he moved his hand over his bruised ribs, the wound healing slowly now. He knew he could not let that holy water touch him, it would burn considerably.
"Your weapons... are all coated in holy water... You did prepare." Daimon mused as he was now back against the wall. He drew a dagger, wielding the dagger like the assassins of ancient Babylon.

He was faster now as his eyes turned crimson. His speed unreal as he wielded the katana with one hand and the dagger with the other ensuring that he had the points of two different fighting styles on each side of his body, this made him a dangerous foe.
He moved his blade upwards going toward Hiros chest, as he did this he moved his knife around to his side to block any attack, his speed was incrediable.

"Of course Ill use guns, though I dont think youll find anything toy about them... they are automatic sub dual machine guns." he mused as his sword came toward hiros chest. He was moving faster then before, his body flexiable and healing as each moment passed.

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Babylon. That city ran through his mind, it was orginally suppose to be a holy city. Instead, the most sinful city of all the world in it's time. Of course Daimon knew how they fought. He probaly taught them how to be so damn sinful. Quickly he drifted back into the fight.

Damion lunged at him with greater speed, he side-stepped again to the to give him a hay maker only to be blocked by the knife. Again the spikes had the grip on the blade, both now stuck on a death lock. He hope to end the little lock by slash kicking the back of the angel's knee.

'Sub machine guns? Aww...Fucking A.' He thought to himself. 'I really need to get guns of my own or something, that if I actually survive, the clips of silver hell.' Though somewhat discontent on the inside, on the surface he was calm and ready for anything.

[daimon]

Daimon moved backwards bringing his sword downwards quickly sliding it over the floor cuting the floor in half... His katana... was quite sharp. His eyes pierced hero... He had almost got a leg around daimon to bring him down by way of reflex. The back of the knee was a sure fire point to bring your opponent down.

Daimon was against the wall now.
His blade out in front of him he brought his knife forward still using it as if he was from Babylon. He lunged forward sending his blade straight, knowing the only way to block it was with a blade, his knife wrapped around the lycan and came thrusting toward the lycans back. Literally to give the lycan a knife in the back.

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Damion moved back too quickly before he could kick him down. With the katana on the floor cutting it open. 'Damn...That could tear me up if he gets a hit on me.' He thought. 'But all the same with mine and him.' He wasn't going use them just yet. His oppoent was against wall and again he lunged.

The speed was even great, but he was narrowly able to dodge the blade. Damion was great with sword and knife combo. He spun around throwing his fist out. If Damion continued with the knife in the back. He would get a holy spike in the forehead, and that will leave a mark, and maybe even kill him. Ok, it won't kill him, but it will does considerable damage.

[daimon]

Daimon moved backwards avoiding the hit, the knife could have moved into the wolfs back probally taking out a major organ, but he didn't want his precious face ruined. He cared to much about his looks as he flipped over the wall landing behind him. He fought different now as he landed on the opposite side of hiro.

Daimon was faster now, his katana held more like a dagger then a blade now. He moved it behind him using it as the shinobi used their katana. His knife he dropped pulling out his sub machine gun pointing it at hiro. "You see hiro.... The thing that seperates us, Is I think guns are a fair fight." he muttered. "Hope you have some." he mused. The fallen angel was fast as he pulled his sub-machine gun up at hiros chest and fired away sending silver bullets spraying the area.

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"Aw...Crap." He said pulling out his swords and able to deflect the bullets and ran through the crowd to dodge the other bullets. "You might think it's fun to shoot things at people. But I don't. Why won't you face me hand to hand? Or is the immortal angel fearing death by a lycans hand?" He said cruelly. If this keeps up he can't even get close to his enemy.

He looks at the angel his eyes turning blood red. He was going to berserk at any mooment. 'Not yet...I have to wait for Sin.' He thought to himself. Swiftly he moves around in the crowd to avoid all incoming bullets and flips two tabels and hid behind them. Breathing...Slowly trying to keeping himself calm.

[amara]

I have permission to join by Hiro ^.-

Without hesitation she sensed her Lead was in trouble. From the roof of a building. She closed her eyes held her hands out and shot at the enemy. Barbed wire seemed to come out attempting to hit him. Granted this was a power nobody knew about, except Hiro himself. She growled her yellow eyes flashed as she dashed off the roof landing in front of hiro touching him. In case he had some injuries she followed him she was his right hand so being there when he needed help worked. Since she could read minds she was in tune with Hiro's she knew his thoughts.

She smiled at him 'Thought you might need some help sir' she said to him and continued to follow. She kept her mind on daimon to see what his plan was going to do next. Her mind trick was the top of its level, she could hnt ones mind without them feeling it. She smiled. Her agility was pretty good right now. She was happy.

[daimon]

(good to have you)

Daimons eyes peirced her.
"No... No help... Stay though, and buy a drink... Enjoy the show." He mused softly kissing his slave on the cheek ever so lightly. Slowly he sheathed the gun. "Fine, Dog... I will not use my gun... Instead I will use blade... " His voice was cold as ice.

His blade cut through the air slowly, It was razor sharp as it sent a sound like a womens scream throughout the air. "Actually you can do me a favor though, my beautiful slave... Get rid of these people, they are in my way." Daimon muttered. Sins eyes turned yellow, another stage of his ancient power. He flashed now behind the Wolf moving faster then before he brought his foot up toward Hiros back. As he did this he brought his sword to the side to stab the man through the kidney, and his dagger to the mans neck, it was a 3 point attack... commonly used by shinobi...