*Demanar's pain was nothing to him. This pain was familure to him. Just as long as his soul remained in tack and unharmed he was not the least bit worried. The power and skill of this great beast ignited Demanar's bloody rage and jealously. A powerful enemy was what Demanar wanted. The focused energy and thoughts of battle is what Demanar lives for. The adrenaline was and always will be his ultimate natural high.
His bones crack and pop as he stands and looks his enemy straight in the eye. His eyes stare with intense focus. Green energy explodes from his sword and eyes. His hair blows violently from the sudden blast. His power increases. His blade will burn flesh instantly. He stands in an offensive stance ready to charge his oponent. His skin is visable through the many rips and holes in his clothing. The flesh which was opened now has closed and has left blood on his skin that now still runs downward.
He is now ready to cause pain and mass destruction not to make conversation. So he kept his response short and to the direct point of his intention.

" Die"

*with that Demanar runs directly toward Sunder with his sword held above and to the right side of his head. He then leaps into the air with his rage shown not only in his actions but his facial expression as well.*

Sunder watched on, apparently carefree about Demanar's rage, while inside his mind was calculating and making predictions of Demanar's capabilities, his trengths and his weaknesses. Sunder slowly rolled out his tongue and began to lick his talons as Demanar's wounds healed before his eyes. Moments later he charged, a hellish scream escaping Demanar's lips, one promising Sunder's destruction, one he had heard many times before. Sunder braced slightly, bending his knees slightly, falling into a defensive posture, his claws raised. He was ready for the true battle now, his only concern was the where abouts of Hiro who had been in the vicinity moments before.

*Demanar sees that his oponent is awaiting his offensive action and moves into position for that action. With his sword above his head he reaches the highest point of his flight and brings the sword downward. The green flame is shot in a wide spread from the blade. It fans out at the ground and covers a large portion of the area. The flames are toxic to any living life form and will melt away quickly at any material substance. The surge of energy pushes Demanar back into the air a little more and allows him to keep the flames shooting at Sunder. After the 7 second attack Demanar desends to hard concrete below. It is hard to find a clear landing but he manges and lands hard. He lands so hard that his limbs crack. They then crack again to heal.*

From deep within the shadows behind Sunder stir ever so slightly as something moves within them; something that clings to wall as a massive, encroaching insect.

In a moment of immeasurable time Hiro's body erupted from the darkness as some kind of wicked jack-in-the-box. Turning over in the air he revolved one leg for momentum; his clothing swarming about his body; hiding his appendages. That was, until his razor taloned hand dug four long grooves into the flesh of Sunder. Before he had landed Hiro leaned horizontally; coat flowing above and behind him. Moving so swiflty time seemed to still he pressed his palms upon the cement, steadying and supporting his weight. His legs moved about Sunder's...one just to the inside of his right foot, the other to the outside of his left. Using his arms Hiro's body spiraled in the air; Sunder's feet lifting from the ground and hurling his body through the air. Still turning over at over thirty times a second Hiro landed in a push-up position; springing up off of the ground with an eerie elegance. Before landing (so far only his palms had) his right leg swung out; smashign into Sunder's rib cage like a sledge hammer; advertly changing his direction to fly towards Demanar. "Attack Demanar!" Hiro shouted.

With a backwards somersault his body soared through the air; landing onto the same building he had emerged; only this time easily visible, silhouetted against the moonlight. His face was expressionless...cold. Hateful. His eyes smoldered with red light; burning from within. If one listened closely they could imagine hearing the screams of thousands of agonized souls emanating from Hiro's very body...the souls of those he had slaughtered.

Sunder swung his arms backward as he moved through the air towards Demanar, adrenaline numbing the pain in his ribs his back and his seared flesh, his body quickly followed suit and he seemed to back flip impacting with his feet against Demanar's chest knocking him to the ground.

Down boy.

Sunder said as he landed, squatted upon Demanar's chest as he lay on the ground. Not waisting another moment he sprung forward at Hiro as hard as he could, his form vanishing into the air, audibly he could hear Demanar's breast bone crack as he jumped. Drawing back his taloned hands he flipped forward, performing a similar move on Hiro to the one he used on Demanar. His feet struck Hiro hard and knocked him backwards a few feet, Sunder landing upon his chest the sound of splintering ribs echoing in the night. Plunging his hands downward he impaled Hiro's wrists with his talons, effectively pinning him, for a time. Sunder could see out the corner of his eyes as the saliva on his talons was causing the blood in Hiro's wrists to boil, really quite painful. Leaning forward to prevent Hiro from using his legs to circle his neck or kick him off, Sunder allowed his saliva to drip upon Hiro's face, its acidic qualities causing Hiro's flesh to darken as the acid hissed. Looking Hiro straight in the eye Sunder spoke his voice low and calm.

I am really enjoying this little scuffle, that shadow trick was really quite neat. Why don't you use it again now to escape, or doesn't it work while my shadow covers yours.

Sunder chuckled.

When I finally destroy you, I think I might keep your head as a trophy, and maybe your heart. You wouldn't object to a little organ donation would you? It is going to a good cause, or should that be cause of good, either way. You know what, I'm sure I could make a nice coat out of your skin, yes a vampire skin jacket. Though I would be restricted to wearing it at night, but hey we all make our sacrifices, right?

Laughing deeply Sunder retracted his claws that were pinning Hiro's left hand, drawing back his right fist he punched Hiro as hard as he could, the sound of bones of Hiro's cheek and eye socket cracking clearly audible.

Springing forward, Sunder performed a front flip twisting at the same time, landing in a squatted position facing Hiro on the other side of the rooftop. Extending his claws again he licked the blood from them, its taste sweet to his palate. He could feel the tingling in his flesh that signalled it was healed. Raising himself slightly he raised his talons and prepared for the next round.

Smiling Hiro didn't glane at Sunder. There was no need. He could feel his every movement. "You forget-" He said, his joy not hidden. "-That all poisons react differently to me. I'm not like everyone else." Turning, his face was still its flawless complexion; beautifully sculpted and lovely. Lifting up his wrists he showed them to Sunder; revealing them as having no boiling of the blood. ONly the holes where his fangs had penetrated. "You see...with me, hybrid, your principle weapon is gone."

*Demanar makes his way off the ground and to this rooftop where Sunder stands. Demanar looks at him angry and still raged.*

"You will be cut down by my blade. I will have no more of these games"

Standing up straight Sunder smiled as Demanar threatened him again, raising an eyebrow he spoke, his tongue flicking between his sabre fangs.

Come now, you wish to dance again? Perhaps chewing sidewalk twice is not enough, or maybe its taste is growing on you.

Glancing across to Hiro he raised his claws slightly, then spoke quite civily, even intelligently.

I confess you are physically stronger than I gave you credit for, that was quite a kick you gave me, but as you can see it was not nearly powerful enough to truly hurt me. I am also unsurprised by the affects of my saliva. It is only temporary after all.

Smiling, his voice became deep and foreboding.

As for it being you principle weapon, you can only wish.

Falling back into his crouched postion Sunder waved his left hand inward gesturing for them to, 'bring it on'.

*Demanar's body is flexing and pulsing with anger and rage still on his mind. He takes time to think a little. While sweat and blood slowly slide down his face and limbs Demanar stares angrily at his oponent he then looks at his ally . He looks straight at Hiro*

"What next?"

All of these events...to Hiro...were both stupid and pointless. There was some kid who didnt' even know what he was getting himself into, and some zealot who only thought he was some kind of Hunter. Neither had organization or class; they merely leapt out at whatever came closes.

"What next?" Hiro repeated. His annoyance was more than evident. "What I had seen, what I had expected, was a war. A beautiful, beautiful battle that would settle the Dark and Light. Instead I find you fools here. What next, you ask?" Hiro hissed, his eyes flashing a blindingly bright green. It was as if two flares had ignited in his sockets. "First off, I'm going to leave here. It's pointless. You are all fools; you shape-changing sociopaths. Just like Eden, you all are. You hide behind a veil; claiming to be protecting the mortals. Yet look at you; you are more bloodthirsty than I. You're arrogant, impolite, and stupid. I may be a demon, I may be born of Hell, I may be the promised destruction, but at least I have decency. You may fight me again when, if, you grow up. Until that time, do whatever you want. I don't care. But remember this..." Hiro let off, turning his back upon the tiger thing. He glanced at him from over his right shoulder; his muscles thick and broad, eyes burning red, his hair dancing in a beautiful silver waterfall. "...No man, comes to another man's house, and makes demands. You are on our territory. I have been here since before your kind was even spawned, fool. You are but a young pup. You lack sufficient knowledge to understand. You see something of darkness, and you attack. Yet it means nothing; just like your words, your actions are all empty. If all goes as I wish, you and I shall not see each other again." Turning his head back ahead of him Hiro's smoldering eyes vanished; replaced by two black pits. "Stay away from me. All of you. Demon...Hunter...whatever. Just stay the hell away from me. Fight your mesely little war. Keep me out of it. But here my words...if anyone, demon or one of 'Light', attacks myself or my city, they will die. A very slow, a very painful, death." His final words carried heavily through the air; thickening the atmosphere with the disgust upon his breath. The smog rising from the manholes quickly engulfs his body as he disappears; hands in coat pockets, broad shoulders swallowed in black as the shadows leap out eagerly to reclaim their master.

*Demanar stands and looks perplexed and slightly angerd by the harsh words of who he thought was his ally. He speaks allowed to this "ally" of his,


"I was invited to fight at your side. I would be honored to do so with more class if you will allow it. But I will not beg at your feet, Hiro. If I offended you, I apoligise. As for our so called oponent,"

*Demanar turns to the beast oposing him. He raises his blade single handedly and the fire on the blade errupts in all directions a yard from its origin. From around the perimeter the energy extends in strands and it all curves inward toward the animal standing before him. The energy colides with the flesh of his enemy and explodes with a force that sends the beast soaring off of the building on which he was standing and into and through a wall of the building across the street. Demanar's chest pounds as his heart rate intensifies and his breathing depends and quickens. He then turns to Hiro as he begins to leave.*


"Again I apoligise for how I have been so sloppy. I would truly appreciate it if I was allowed to take part in this war that has been spoken of."

*Demanar looks at him once more before he decides that this may not be the place for his trapped and lost soul to be. If he is not wanted and his services are usless then so be it.*

"I will leave if I have no part in this War you want so badly. I promise you that I am more than you say I am. I have more to offer than you may believe but if you truly want me gone just say the word."

Sunder chuckled and turned to Demanar.

He wants a war yet he leaves as it is about to begin, running scared I guess. Tell me are you going to run too, or are you going to stay and play?

Sunder smiled broadly as he glanced across to the roof tops around him, and snapped his fingers. Suddenly at his command behind the parapet ledges of the surrounding buildings the air shimmered as the psy wall was dropped, and the forms of hundreds of lycanthropes and human psychic priests watched on, their clan markings branded upon their chests and their eyes glowing evily in the night.

Black Tooth clan track the one who was just here, begin a squirmish. Teach him a lesson he sorely deserves. If he breaks, so be it.

Suddenly from the masses of man-beasts a horde of two dozen lizard men leaped from the rooftop on Sunder's left, quickly disappearing in the direction Hiro had gone.

The Ashurii are the finest trackers in existance, they are able to taste the vitae signature of any being who had passed and trailing them even after many months.

Sunder chuckled again as he gazed at Demanar.

Their speed and agility in combat is second to none. I believe our departed friend is about to have a very rough night.

Sunder smirked broadly as his gazed hardened, his eyes boaring into Demanar waiting for his reaction.

*Demanar walks to the ledge closest to the building across the street where SUNDER landed after Demanar's blast hit Sunder and exploded and sent him into that building. Demanar realises imediatly how right Hiro was.*

"I am finished with this"

*With that Demanar leaped off of the building and into the night shadows with no intention of returning unless he was called again.*

*Wandering around the nearest building, Lenina scowls at the sky and shakes her head.*

That prick! Hes gone and left me here wondering what the hell hes going to do once he finds out that I want to banish him now.

*She must have been searching for Neonwraith for hours now, but still, it is worth every second. Tripping over a homeless person, she turns to look at him, considering him for her next meal but then shrugs it off, she has more important things to do.*

Maybe he will just leave me alone from now on... Maybe he will just.. Pick on someone else with his damn contracts and his crossbow.

*Stopping half way down a street, she looks around, the streets are not safe for her kind anymore especially with Eden around.*

Maybe I should just give up right now..... Its not as if Neon will followme, he has to gather souls first and well, Im bored with his stupid games.

*Leaning against a near by wall, she plays with her hair, maybe the helpless look will grab the attention of her next meal... Or maybe get her killed.*

The smog was choking where Eden stepped out from the grungy hotel room...he had to keep a low profile this time. He was here for...something, yet he had never been told what it was he was searching for.

He donned his coat and walked outside; the beautiful piercines about his young, delicate features glimmering brightly on the borrowed sunlight. The familiar hum of air conditioners and the sounds of passing cars nursed his ears as he walked down the sidwalk; careful not to step on any cracks. Funny, how the habit reamained after so many years, yet somehow he refused to step upon the cracks. Call it what you would.

And that's just what he did; he walked. And walked. The only ones who looked at him oddly were those who found him highly attractive which, by all respects, he was. After a few hours had passed he walked into a Quik Way.

The small bell above the doors gave its gentle chime as he stepped through, careful to hold the stained glass door open from an older lady who walkd in after him. He walked over to the sandwhiches and grabbed a turkey with swiss, then a pint or so of Skim milk. After throwing some crumbled bills on the counter he walked out, the bitten sandwhich in one hand, the opened pint of milk in the other. He ate and drank and walked.

Finally, he felt something. It was the familiar sensation of a darkling. This sensation served him until, a few moments later, he could smell them all. They were just down the next alley...

The silence of the night was broken as the ground began to rumble and dozens of skyscrapers shook as sparkling blue lightning crawled between buildings up and down the street, all coming together at a single point. Streetlamps and windows exploded and cars were being overturned instantly as a powerful gale whipped round in tight circles, forming a corruscating maelstrom of wind and lightning as a mote of silver blue light began to grow and pulse upon the ground in its heart. Blazing to fever pitch, the light expanded forming a circle from which a five mile high pillar of light energy emanated, the wind twisting upward into a tornado. Upon the blazing disc of light, tiny fragments of matter began to manifest, piling together they started to take on form as a powerful and agonised scream pierced the night air. Human male body parts began to come together, apart from each other though in the correct general position, twisting as though upon a central vertical axis until the complete body manifested, and collapsed to the ground upon his hands and knees. The quaking ending as the light pillar faded. The man rose to his feet, his breathing heavy as he looked around. Checking his wrist, the man looked at a small digital screen wrist watch, and pressing the buttons at the sidej the display changed to show a sort of radar, with a small blinking light in the direction indicated north. Glancing around again the man hurried to sidewalk and headed away to the north.

It took less than an hour for Shenron to find the location indicated by his wrist radar, a redbrick apartment building. Moving down a back alley, Shenron leaped thirty feet into the air and kicking off the wall, sprang up again and landed upon the apartment building fire escape, several floors from the ground. Pressing the image enhancer on the radar, a sonar generated schematic of the building appeared and the location of the target. Climbing the fire