Yvette - Proof of Protection

[20:21] As annoying as she'd made this situation, he couldn't help but hold some degree of respect for her. She was resolved, well outmatched but unwilling to give in. That grin widened to reveal those pearly white fangs.

"Yes, Yvette, YES!" He shouted, that exhaustion and his own occultic nature beginning to best his senses. He was out for blood at this point, he'd have it. That, or she'd whittle down his essence slowly.

He couldn't allow that. Time to step it up.

A swiveling hand twisted about to spin that blade in his hand, one foot planted into the ground to propel the demon towards her.

"Let's see how long the Dark One will prefer YOU!"
(Sicks)

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[20:30] Another beating delivered easily, though those final blows.. more and more disappointment trickled about his demeanor. The further that disappointment went, the more enraged he became. At this point it was clear to him that she would neither accept his power, nor would she be surrendering that essence easily.

Perhaps the Dark God did prefer her.

His rage wouldn't allow it to end there. Teeth clenched, he was becoming more and more exhausted as the combat persisted. No matter.

He would have that essence.

"COME!"
(Sicks)
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[20:44] There was a smile that settled upon her features as she was blessed with avoiding harm once more. This time though it was starting to get risky. There was a moment where she pulsed, a small pentagram glowing below her naval. Shining through the clothing she'd worn to cover it.

Well, it was either a sign to keep going or to back off. Yvette in her confidence chose to continue. With a shift she'd bring her fists back up. Occultism rolling off her ing reat waves.

"Let's make a bargain! If you fail to scratch me in the next bout you'll be bound to a deed I desire. If, however, you manage to do me harm I shall willing shed my essence for your blade!"

It was a bargain though base on how she'd slowly shift from side to side it was clearly one she was willing offer. That slow shifting, as if waiting for a chance to dart away should it turn against her.
(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[20:50] He moved forward at extreme speeds, blade swinging rampantly with great forces. Upon once clash he allowed for a single pause.

"Okay, I'll entertain that..."

He growled before extending a palm to face her direction, a few orbs of darkness firing to knock her back a decent distance.

"You need to start trying if you ever hope to defeat me."

He smirked widely, fangs clamping upon a lower lip. Bloodlust was taking over, though he would keep his word should he fail to steal her essence.
(Sicks)
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