Yvette - Blessed of the Dark Lord

[20:00] It was... Really the difference between night and day. This battle they fought was nothing like the previous one. It was as if she was gong against a being that'd ascended.

Then again, that was a stupid thought since he /had/ ascended that much was evident. However, she'd fought the demon lords Attar and Douma. There wasn't room in her eyes for compromise during a conflict with them.

"You've a sick sense of humor, others might be willing to lay down there strength and surrender. I am not!" With a roar her voice echoed forwards. The Witch dashing in a whirlwind to begint he battle anew.
(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[20:08] The battle waged forward, clearly one sided. He moved with a graceful ease, green afterimages following in his wake as he danced around the witch. Occultic fumes expelling from his figure to shroud the area of effect. She had a difficult time reaching him, much less applying damage. In the end however.. she remained either evasive, or lucky.

That runic blade lunged forward with every intent of drawing blood, essence -- anything to feed the spirit within. That strike was somehow avoided by the struggling woman. Still.. he sighed, ceasing combat for the time being.

"Yvette, you are outmatched clearly.. give up, offer me your essence and we can move forward from this."

A metallic finger shifted along the edge of his lengthy blade.

"Only a bit, nothing threatening. We can leave this in the past."

Really the spirit beckoned him, she was hungry, so close to being filled and completed by the offerings of others. He couldn't let this end without a sacrifice.
(Sicks)
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[20:17] It was infuriating really, there was only one way she could deal the damage she needed dealt but it was impossible against a foe like Sicks. The battlefield was simply working against her. Even if she got close and started to deal the damage it was all to easy for the demon to slip away.

It was as the blade lunged for her again that she danced away. Twirling away form it's tip, avoiding the weapon as deftly as one would avoid a child's stick.

She might have trouble dealing the damage but in the same vein she was ever elusive. Perhaps it was all down to her raw skill or perhaps, just maybe. She was being guarded by her patron.

"You're stronger than me, I'll admit that. Somewhere along the line you've evolved. However, I'm still here and still able to fight. Still intending to break you."

Even with the fighting having went so far away from her she was still confident. It was her defining feature in a lot of ways. Slowly she brought her bloodied knuckles together.

"You, however, are getting more and more tired. I can tell, you see." As she spoke she'd wave a hand slowly towards him. If he'd spiritual sight he would have seen his aura flicker towards her.

If he didn't? Now doubt the tug would be felt. "Even know I've snatched your essence for him. You're a collected one, but perhaps you're right. We could leave it in the past... However, I'm more the kind to take than give." She smirked as she spoke.

"So, we can continue the dance until either you collapse from being worn down or we come to an agreement I enjoy. After all, I'm blessed by the Dark One, do you really think yourself able to outdo him?"
(Yvette Eldergrove)
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