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((Once agian sorry for taking so long, one of my coworkers injured himself badly so shifts we shifted around to cover for him. On another note you do realize Jeg is only 4 - 6 inches off the ground right? anyways it doesn't matter I took so long getting back to you that something that trivial doesn't matter so here is my post.))

-Jeg watchs as Yasha transforms. He smiles at this for Yasha just made himself even easier to see and track. Jeg continues to watch the energy given off by Yasha flow ahead of him, he clearly sees the wings sprout a good 3 seconds before they actually do. So it was easy for him to pary all 3 of the spear with both swords. Pushing the stab at his stomace away with Abidon, parying the neck slash with the basterd sword, and easily bringing it back down intime to counter the chest slash aswell. While this was happening Jeg still fallowed the flow of energy as it showed him that Yasha would try to move behind him, so as soon as the clash of the two blades conect for Yasha's attempted chest slash Jeg pushed stait back and used his energy that he shot out of his toes to propell him behind where Yasha's energy stopped moving after his sommoning, leaving an after image from the moment which he had moved. He then raised Abidon as its blade turned black. Then swiftly dropping it as if to stab it down through the back of Yasha's neck and out his chest. At the same time, Jeg swings his flaming sword at the midsection of Yasha but only enough that it would stop half way through cutting him in two from the right side. As the Abidon was about 1 1/2 inches for connecting Jeg spoke softly into Yasha's ear.-

You shouldn't make yourself such a large target when fighting me.

-The blade is Abidon's Nightmare blade, It has no physical form thus can not do physical damage or be used to defend one's self when in this form. Insted this blade locks its victems in a world where all that exists is their worst fear for however long they are in contact with the blade, even a scratch would scare anyone enough to hesitate even if for only a moment. The longer they are incontact with the blade the more real and the harder it is for the victem to regain themselves even once the blade is removed. Thus the damage is purely psychological and means that even a scratch could prove detrimental if speed is of the essance.-

((If there are any questions about anything I put in my post then feel free to ask or look in my Journal for details.))

Flame didn't make any flashy entrence he just appeared about five feet away from Anguls. A small smile sat on his face as he stood there.

"I'm ready for this friendly spar before the war. Any rules for it?"

Flame laughed a little.

"Lets say all out but of with it being a spar not so all out we kill each other. Sound good to you?"

Flame stood there waiting.

Flame looked around at the three different areas. He didn't care to much for the water one since he didn't do a whole lot of fighting on water but if he got stuck there he would make due like he always does. Flame looked at Ang and smiled.

"Nice little trick you got there but I would rather not make the first move but then again I don't want to argue. Don't expect anything fancy for this move."

He laughed a little and smiled some more. He really wasn't playing anythign fancy since he hated making the first move but he wasn't going to argue with it. Flame rasied his right hand up and pointed it at Ang. A fireball about the size of a baseball appeared in his hand. Flame let the ball fly with great speed aimed at Ang's gut.

Flame laughed a little as he knew which part of the field Ang was going to.

"As I said I hate making the first move and why come out swing with all your power when you can start weak and catch the other guy off his guard later."

Flame laughed some more and looked in the direction of the castle ruins. He could simply teleport there and get there before Ang but then were would the fun in that be. He smiled some more and started to run. In fact his run was rather slow for him. His read fire aura surrounded his body and he begun to pick up speed. Now moving at a rather fast rate he pulled up next to Ang.

"You know it is a rather nice night for a run."

He laughed a little and pulled away cutting into Ang's path now. Flame laughed some wanting to show off a little and he would do so. Bending his legs a little he pushed off the ground and turned around landing backwards so now he faces Ang. Due to his speed though he was still moving just tearing up the the ground with his feet. He waved to Ang and reached behind him pulling out two daggers. Placing one in each hand he threw both at the same time with a good amount of speed. One was aimed for Ang's right shoulder and the other for his left knee. These where two points that would most likely bring down a normal person if hit just right. Flame started to slow down now as his feet kept dragging. If Ang wasn't able to move he would probably hit him unless Flame did some last minute moving.

Flame heared the moves rather then really watching them seeing as his back was still facing the ruins. He came to a stop as he looked back at the ground that he tore up. He laughed a little and turned around.

"Actully I don't even remember what you are. It's really been so long."

And that was the truth too. With Flame really thinking on it he didn't think he even knew Ang's real race. He always thought it was demon but then again back in the days they did hunt mostly demons. He just shrged it off.

"You know I don't even think you or I ever really faught either."

He looked around the ruins but being night it was rather pointless from him to use his eyes when his ears would be better and easyer. He closed his eyes and started to walk forward. His body gave a quick flicker and he just kept walking. Seeing as how Ang hasn't fought Flame with his new powers he probably wouldn't know what the flicker was if he eve caught it. Flame just kept walking to the ruins.

Flame just kept walking hearing the noise coming from the jungle. It looked like he didn't take much noticed to it though as he kept walking torwards the ruins. The fact was this Flame that was walking was really a cheap copy. An after image really. Since Flame was walking when he made it the image kept walking but the thing was Flame left enough extra energy with it to make it seem like the real thing. Seeing as how Flame would do it to get out of and attack he was really under the ground right below it making a small tunnle with as little energy as possible so that if Ang could pick up the real Flame it would still seem like the after image was him. All Flame had to do was think to make it start to talk.

"Well Ang my true race is that of many. It is a pain in the butt to go into right now."

The image kept walking as Flame kept moving under the ground with it.