Welcome to Gaia! ::

Ah you are here but you should know this is a place called the Army of the Damned not the GoG. This is where I once resided before I betrayed it. My powers aren't as great here as they are in the GoG, but they aer still formitable. Now lets see what you've got.

-turns to face him-

Make your move.

" alright then! " damien jumped a few feet back and knelt on the ground in a ready position. his face grew stern and grave now that he was in battle. he thrusted his larg wepon out to the side and then pointed the blade at his side. his fighting style was indeed a hard one to predict and he practiced it very often. in only a second he burst from his position and charged at jeg at full speed. his sycthe made a whistleind sound as it cut through the air behind him. when he neared him he dove forward and swung swift and hard at his legs

damien barely dodged the asult by rolling head first into the ground. he jumped back to his feet and watched as jeg landed a few feet away from him. it was obvious that he would have to smarter if he wanted to come out victorious. damien aproched from a different angle this time. he kept his atention of the blue and crimson eyes that glew bright enough to spot easy in an attack. this would be his ace. he started to swing his sycthe around his head, creating a small cyclone of dust underneath him. he threw the sycthe at him as hard as he could straight for his mid section. he would have to ethir move to the side, up or up if he wanted to dodge. he sprinted behind it and with drew a red cloth from his belt

more than a minor set back....... damien curled his lip in dismay. with the long red sash now in hand, he wraped it around his right fist like a glove. the moment he finished the sash turned black and hardened. damien didnt now what to expect from jeg in hand to hand combat but there was only one way to find out. he sprinted at him from the side with an out stretched arm. when he came close enough he leaped over his head and sent his leg hurling backards at his scul.

damien flew back a couple of feet and hit the ground with a thud. the impact didnt seem to efect him much, he got to his feet almost imediatly with a twisted grin smeared on his face. " it is true i was holding back but only to measure you. now i will give no mercey, en guard." the movment of his hands where so swift only a blur was visable when viewing it. a number of shurukins whized through the air headed for jeg at an alramingly fast speed. damien didnt wait for his reaction, he was already leaping into the air torwards him when the shurukins began to near. he slamed into the ground fist first send ing earth and waves of dark energy from through the ground torwards jeg. his sycthe came hurling out of the ground torwrds him and he caught it with out any troble.

he had been expecting such an attack and so he was very much prepaired. as the chaos swipe aproched he quickly guarded it with the blad of his sycthe. he placed his wraped hand in front of it to absorbe some of the energy so the impact would knock him away instead ofdoing anything to serious. the impact flung him backwards but he used it to his advantage with his sycthe he grounded himself so he slowed down slightly, just enough to gain enough controll over the sycthe to pushhimself into the air.

as he asended he let go of the sycthe and threw another set of shurukins. he landed far away from jeg but he wasnt planing on atacking up close. he chanted a short spell in sprit folk and a black glowing pentagram apeared under his feet. a bolt of energy struck from the sky near jegs feet seending a cloud of dust around the area as cover. now he couldnt aviod the shurukins so easily. damien proceded from here to run into the dust cloud him self already knowing where jeg was and how he would attack

damien rushed into the smook half expecting to be greeted by the clash of jegs sword. he was surprised to find that he was no longer in his original spot. he knew that he was risking to much trying to find him in the cloud of dust so he would have to clear it. from his belt he pulled a small strip of parchment with some symbols on it. he mutterd a short spell and touched the parchmet with his palm as it floated in mid air. a strong gust of wind erupted from it sending the dust away from the area and returning his clear vision.

seeing he was no longer on the ground damien looked to the sky and found jeg. he was already t far into his attack to be stoped so damien started his own. the same lament black light that came befor his wepon was summoned started to twist around his body. his eyes turned a glowing vermillion as he strong gust started to flow from him. a larg black flame was forming in front of him.