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Hearing the blade clatter to the floor, Demetri stands to his full height. Sheating his right blade, he turns to Chase, the left pointed straight at his throat. His wings relax as he speaks with confidence in his voice.

"I care not of magic," he stated, sheathing his second blade. "Nor do I need it. Magic is for the ones who don't have the strength to defend themselves."

Placing his right hand on his injured leg, it glows a faint yellow, merely sealing the injury, keeping it from bleeding any longer. Standing upright once again, he places his left hand on his hip, allowing the right arm to hang at his side. A light breeze blows, rustling leaves in the trees and stirring some of the critters in them. Hearing the natural sounds in the background, it brings a smile to Demetri's face. Turning his eyes back to Chase, the smiles never leaves him.

Chase laughed uncontrolably, his body shaking with the force of his mirth. "You care not for magic, and yet here you stand with your angelic presence. Magic is for the weak, and yet you must rely on it or your injuries would keep you from battle. Hypocrit. Your vice is that you rely too much on not relying on anything. Come. Let me finish this."

Again, his body began to move, liquidly covering the area in which he stood. The sound of water falling filled the arena, and the wind blew with a rapidly increasing pace. Again, his body split into many different forms, each moving quickly in random directions. The torrent of wind increased, drowning out the sound of his movement.

Combining his abilites, his body went into hyper drive. Images flashed randomly, appearing at different locations throughout the arena. There was no pattern, each figure almost becoming a separate entity. He was the epitome of speed, moving faster than any living being could without ripping themselves to pieces.

His attack came with sudden, unpredictable timing. Six rapid strikes seemingly all at the same time, without enough time inbetween to matter. The first, came from behind, a sweeping strike with the blades on his wrists that came from Demetri's right shoulder to his left leg. The attack itself would not touch him, but the vacuum of air he created would do all of the damage for him, with enough force to tear through the armor Demetri wore as well as the skin underneath.

The next strike came from above, as he tranfered above his opponent. A cross slash in the same manner of his first attack, creating a roof of deadly air. The third happened as Magatsu landed in front of his target, an air attack that ran from his right leg to his left shoulder.

The forth and fifth were arial attacks, creating a vortex of vacuumed air along the elf's left and right sides. Finally, he hit the ground and spun quickly around his opponent's legs, weaving complex patterns in the air with his blades.

With a devistating finality, Chase ceased his movement and turned to face his opponent. He had effectively sealed Demetri in a razor sharp cage of air that was closing in at least as quickly as he had previously been moving. The sounds of wind had ceased, but the invisible weapons were already on the attack.

"And that was not done with magic, ignorant one. Shukuchi Nyyto Ryu, Kaiten Kenbu Rokouren."

With a sinister smile beneath his mask, Chase broght both of his hands to fore, his left hand sliding lower to block the swing at his leg and his right to catch the blade aimed for his torso. Bending at the knees, his body lept upwards and flipped, executing a powerful kick aimed for Demetri's exposed face.

"You're too weak. You have nothing more than yourself for your power, be it magical or physical. Come back when you show more promise."

He spoke even as he struck out, not even bothering with effort.

Allowing his armor to retract, his body returned to it's normal state of being. Bring his left hand to bear, he block the swing easily, returning the favor with a lazy punch to his face. With his left arm, he reversed his hands, attempting to grip Demetri's left wrist. If that suceeded, he planned to snap down, then lift up violently which would in turn toss the hapless elf into the air.

Watching Demetri carefully, Chase steps easily to his right, allowing the uppercut to pass by him harmlessly, and in turn leaving the elf highly overextended. His own left hand reacted with it's own strike, three strategically placed blows to his opponents ribs. With his right arm, he pulled down, then reversed in the same move he had just attempted with the opposite arm, forcing Demetri to release his hand or be tossed into the air.

Tightening his stomach, he allows the force of Demetri's punch to connect with his body, exhaling as the blow connected. His right arm retracted, and he stepped forward, swinging his right elbow powerfully into his opponents face. His left hand reached for the hand that had hit him, again going for another grapple

As Demetri flipped backwards, Chase stepped to his opponents right side. His left hand shot forward to block the elf's backward movement, and his right leg came up vertically, coming down in a devistating axe kick. The force of his kick would send Demetri crashing into the ground, and probably shatter most of his ribs.

Laughing inwardly, Chase sidesteps the weak punch to his head. Demetri's movements had become uncordinated, and poorly planned. They were predictable, though that was to be expected from the damage inflicted upon his body. Chase was mildly surprised that his opponent was still standing.

As Demetri passed by him, Magatsu turned his back, walking gracefully back to the center of the arena, his body unscathed, but having had more hope of challange in such a place as this. Sitting in a meditative position, he closed his eyes and all but ignored his opponent. Having won his first bout, he expected another challenger to step forward shortly.