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HP: 11

Antarmur'ss came to a stop facing Martyr after striking her. He felt sore and tired...and he was positive some of the wood from those blasted crates had gotten into his armor. Which was now jabbing him in a unpleasant place. The Darkness god actually gave Martyr the time she needed to get back to her feet. He looked down to the wound in his armor and lightly touched the bloody metal as if he were more concerned with the state of his cloths then the enemy before him. When she finally got to her feet and lashed out at him, Antarmur'ss gave a grunt from the force of the strike. he took a step to the side and returned his eyes to Martyr. "You know, the only real chance you could have had at winning this war was if you had the Warrior on your side. I do not see that happening for you however. Now, take your little army and go back to your little corner of the world. If I ever see you anywhere near the Carnival or Venezia again I will see to it that you truly learn why people fear the Dark." He hissed as he gestured with both of his hands. Flaring them out at his sides, shadows gathered within both his palms in the shape of small purple balls. Antarmur'ss made a underhand throwing motion, and sent both balls streaking towards Martyr.

HP: 5

Antarmur'ss arrogantly assumed the battle was won. His hands fell to his side and he left off guarding himself. After all, how much more could the Martyr take? His assuming was what allowed Martyr such a good opportunity to retaliate. Her claws curled round his mask and wrenched it free of it's position. Beneath his mask was, as always, nothing but Darkness. A deep solid mass of the element that was his essence was exposed to the light. Antarmur'ss cringed away, his hands came up to cover the vulnerable darkness as a cry of pain sounded from his lips. With his hands occupied with protecting his face, the Darkness God pulled all the shadows in the surrounding area to him. In a inky wave, the shadows coiled around Antarmur'ss like the folds of cloth wrapping him up. The cry of pain turned to one of rage a moment later. "Delusional wench! I am stronger then any taint! I will never be defeated by the likes of you!" With a flexing of his will, Antarmur'ss lashed out with the shadows in an attempt to merely slam Martyr away from him.