World Warrior 2018 - World Warrior Qualifier R3 - Morrigan vs Demitri

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Description: Demitri is just trying to have a nice evening out on the town in Venice when Morrigan, the troublemaker that she is, decides there's no time for dates when World Warrior is going on.

For Demitri, it was hard to imagine that Italy could change so little in the 80 or 100 years since he'd last been there. He'd honestly forgotten. All that rich architecture was still here, and if it didn't clash with the design of his castle he just might have chosen to move it here. It was a shame, really.

Right now however, he was here on business. By business, of course, Demitri means finding an attractive noblewoman with which to enchant. Yes, he's horrible patriarchy--no one ever said this was a safe space.

Not that this was difficult, of course, he was already walking down the street with a lady in an expensive parisian dress and Italian leather shoes when the wristband he'd been given at Strolhheim beeped.

"Is that your phone?" the lady asked.

"What? I turned mine off," He kept walking, of course, trying to ignore it, responding in Italian.

"Oh, hello sleepyhead," a feminine, Scottish-tinged voice singsongs. It comes from slightly above the "happy couple." Looking up, one would notice a green-haired woman in sleek black slacks and a white button-up that is scandalously open around the bust.

"Is there some reason why you haven't been answering my calls?" she says in a mocking, pouty tone. "And here with another woman! Scandalous." The green-haired woman slides off the balcony rail, dropping from the window. Demitri's date may be horrified considering it's a fifteen or twenty foot drop.

She lands with the light tap of shoes as if she'd hopped up from a tall bar stool. "So what brings Demitri Maximoff to fair Italy? I would have thought the weather would be a bit too balmy compared to stuffy Wallachia--oh, sorry. Romania, now. I think you slept through that part?" She puts a fingernail to her lips in contemplation. "Oh, I'm sorry," she says to the woman. "Am I interrupting something?"

Demitri GLARES back at Morrigan as she interrupts him and his 'date' for the evening as they walk along, pausing and turning to the woman to excuse himself before turning his attention back on the Mistress of the Night.

"I'll... call you," he remarks to her before striding toward Morrigan, his white glowing eyes still carved in an expression of annoyance. WHAT WAS SHE DOING HERE?! And why now?!??

"Yes, well, I prefer the company of ladies, when I'm out on the town," Demitri said cooly, angling his head up at her. He was insinuating of course she acted nothing like one. Which well... He's not wrong? It's kind of Morrigan?

The woman looks at Morrigan and then at Demitri, then scoffs and leaves, in a huff. Demitri darts his gaze to her and then to Morrigan, GLARING at her again. There goes /that/ budding relationship.

"I /was/ enjoying the nightlife, it's one of my first out after my recuperation," he admits, looking over her.

"What did you do to your outfit? or your hair? You look like a harlot," he pauses for a few moments, as if he's correcting himself.

"More than usual, I mean," he stares at her dead on.

Morrigan raises her hand, sliding her fingers through her hair and flipping it behind her. Her rests her elbow against her other arm after she does, and looks at Demitri with the amusement of someone who is waiting for the punchline on a practical joke.

"Oh, of course," Morrigan says, "they do help to even out the level of class of nobility in the room, hmm?"

Morrigan's green eyes tilt to follow the woman as the succubus hears her shoes clack against the old stone of the Venetian alleyway. The departing woman gets a flittering finger wave as she goes. Her emerald eyes turn back toward Demitri.

"Oh, it should be right to your taste then?" Morrigan says, briefly cupping her hands under her bust and adjusting her shirt. "But speaking of nightlife..." Morrigan's heel leaves the ground in a step.

In the next step she is across the alleyway, standing beside Demitri. "Someone has one of Krauser's darling little toys. Morrigan hooks her sleeve with a nail, sliding it offer her wrist to show her own band. "Just woke up and you're already looking for the strongest the world has to offer. Don't tell me this is your idea of a morning constitutional."

Bats flutter and Morrigan is gone again, once more sitting crossed legged on the balcony. Her hands are wrapped around the rail as she leans forward to look down on Demitri.

"Could it be that you're ready for conquest again and trying to assess your opposition?"

"It's why I was awoken, they wanted the strongest, well," Demitri doesn't move from his spot next to Morrigan. He's completely calm, still--except for the latent frustration with her untimely appearance. He turns his head only when he hears the bats flutter.

"Lucky for the humans running the competition I'm a light sleeper, unlike some people," Demitri then turned more fully toward Morrigan, one corner of his lips drawing drawing back in a grin. A grin that was made even more dangerous by long, sharp teeth.

"So it begs the question--why do you have one?" this is where one might be blowing an airhorn, for the epic shade that was just dropped--but even though it is the current year, it would be out of Demitri's repertoire. Instead she just has that smart-ass grin of the vampire to contend with. but if anything, it also seems like if she's here to fight, he's game.

Morrigan laughs, throwing her head back sharply enough that it tosses her hair when she does. "Oh, of course," she says. "Was Krauser really bold enough to send someone to wake you just for his tournament? He must have been desperate for strong fighters!"

Morrigan kicks her legs a little as she continues speaking. "Oh, I don't know what they would have done without you." Morrigan says, giving Demitri a fangy smile. "But while you've been napping, I've been busy. There's so many strong souls and delightful personalities in this era. Why, Jedah's even found a few that might amount to something if given enough time!"

And then Demitri makes his comment.

"Oh, I know!" Morrigan says melodramatic. "Imagine me, receiving an invitation from Wolfgang Krauser. I feel like a celebrity!" Morrigan shows more fang. "Even if he didn't know what he was getting himself into by inviting me, of all people." Morrigan stands up, perching precariously on the narrow edge. "But!"

Bat swarm around her. Her clothing unravels, leaving her briefly nude--save for the covering of swarming bats. They being to smack into her, splattering into paint-like globs of black and purple that spread out into her usual "uniform" of bat-printed tights. Wings slide out from within her bright green hair as her two larger wings unfurl from the small of her back. With them, she kicks off to float weightlessly back down to street level with Demitri.

"I'm a bit rusty, so I think you'll do nicely for a warm-up. That is, if you're willing to play with me~"

"There was a message sent to my castle, I imagine it took them some time to find the place," Demitri shrugged.

"Of House Dohma? I'd thought it long dead," this was news to Demitri, was Jedah still alive? Strange... somehow it seemed like bad news, to be sure. Looks like he had more work to do in this god forsaken era than he had imagined.

Demitri is completely straightfaced and his position is unrelenting as Morrigan reforms her clothes, this is just normalf or Darkstalkers of his rank, one might think--or perhaps he's seen it before? Who can say.

"Well, that's more like it--same old coy and sleazy Morrigan Aensland," with a brief look around himself he'd unravel as well into bats--his entire body--the cloud of dark blue chittering terrors rising and reforming on a rooftop nearby, away from the concourse that was still being traversed by people.

"Since you've denied me my dinner plans for the evening I must confess--" his voice rose from the cloud of bats even as they reformed into him, throwing his black cloak aside to reveal the blood red interior lining in a flourish.

"The night, she has left me a bit HUNGRY," his eyes glowed white and his grin was now filled with bone white points, nearly shark teeth. Vampiric chi surged all around him, a differently wired form of life which was alien to the succubi's psychokinetic soul-based power.

COMBATSYS: Demitri has started a fight here on the right meter side.

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COMBATSYS: Morrigan has joined the fight here on the left meter side.

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Morrigan         0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0          Demitri

"Oh, no, it's very much alive. He's been quite busy, as well," Morrigan says cryptically, brushing her back her hair as she does so. She shifts her weight to one hip, leaning slightly as she raises her arms and works her slender fingers. Is this her idea of a fighting stance?

"Oh, I have to stay consistent," she answers with a deceptively saccharine smile. "Some things never change. "But others never stay the same, no?"

"I think your slavering threats are one of the former, though," Morrigan says, curling her fingers at Demitri in a come on gesture.

"Just death and taxes," Demitri grimaces as he moves in to attack before the succubus can react--he's not playing with her, his entire body is enfused with that powerful vampire chi and he's already beginning to brim with energy. He disappears at first--reappearing on the other side of her as he then jumps and brings his fist and knee down on her in a cruel punch into a knee drop combo. He knew she wasn't going to play either, and she had had a lot more time both awake and to develop her powers in the last hundred years than he did. This was going to be a bit in her favor, but he would be damned if he wasn't going to try.

COMBATSYS: Morrigan blocks Demitri's Aggressive Strike.

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Morrigan         0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0          Demitri

Morrigan's eyes narrow as Demitri disappears in a flash. In the next moment he's behind her, but Morrigan reacts in turn. Her wings whip around, stretching and expanding before him. When Demitri collides with it, the leathery tissue feels more like wrought iron. It still bends with the weight of his blows, creating a dent, but it holds.

"Oh, I can feel the pressure," Morrigan says as Demitri's aura surges.

And suddenly, her wing collapses, unraveling like thread being unspooled by a machine. It twists and bends, wrapping down and around her arm as she raises her palm toward Demitri. The wing remolds there, becoming semi-solid for a moment before reshaping into a claw. The claw shoots forward, carried by a chord-like strand of wing that threatens to grab hold of Demitri and carry him across the alleyway until he meets a heavy object.

"You know how I like to play hard-to-get, though."

COMBATSYS: Demitri blocks Morrigan's Breast Anguish.

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Morrigan         0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0          Demitri

"As cheeky as ever I see--in more ways than one--nrragh!" Demitri snarled as the winged claw spiked across his front--pushing him back even as he raised his hands to stop it. He is cut by it, and pushed back--but not quite thrown, as such.

Demitri seemed to work on brute force and speed in many ways, while Morrigan was more elusive and wily. He seems to figure he needs to step up his game a bit to get at the succubus--jumping into the air, he disappears again--appearing out of nearly nowhere as he hurdles down towards her--his cape wrapped around him with the end and feet poitned like a drill! It was very similar to the old 'dive-kick' that so many fighters were known for--but this one had a bit of a twist. Quite a few of them, in fact!

COMBATSYS: Morrigan blocks Demitri's Demon Cradle.

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Morrigan         0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0          Demitri

"Oh, of course," Morrigan says as a smile creeps across her face. Almost as soon as the claw is no longer pushing Demitri, it turns loose to reel in rapidly before unraveling back into wings once more. They extend and beat once, as if to stretch back into shape.

But then Demitri is behind her, spiraling downward like a drill. Morrigan turns to meet him, crossing her wings in front of her like a shield as Demitri's cape grinds against them with a shower of eldritch sparks. As the momentum slows, Morrigan uncrosses her wings, letting Demitri descend downward toward her.

And as he does, Morrigan bends unnaturally backward so that he passes over her. Her leg snaps up to chase him, her own psychokinetic aura surging around her as she tries to deliver a kick to his back and then handspring--or really, float--into a crouched position away from him.

"So how's the castle? Still as foreboding as ever?" Morrigan asks, almost boredly.

COMBATSYS: Demitri blocks Morrigan's Light Kick.

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Morrigan         0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0          Demitri

Demitri brought his blue suit-jacketed arm up as Morrigan's light snap kick was stopped by it--it hurt, of course. You'd think she could not wear stiletto heels to a fight, but then again knowing Morrigan that was kind of the point. It's not like those were clothes she was wearing likely, anyway--moreso an extension or manifestation of her power or soul essence.

"We can't keep meeting like this--hnff--" he blocked the kick and stepped back a bit, getting some more breathing room.

"Nor can we do this forever," well, that was perhaps a bit of a sophism on his part--neither of them were going to die via natural causes, to be sure. They were still keeping pace with eachother to almost boring heights, stopping each other's attacks right along, back and forth. Time for a game changer.

"Care to join me this evening--?" he'd surge with chi before trying to reach right out and /grab/ Morrigan, upending her and those shiny black stiletto heeled boots as he tried to sink in those needle-sharp teeth of his before tossing her!

COMBATSYS: Morrigan fails to interrupt Negative Stolen EX from Demitri with Shadow Blade.

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Morrigan         0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0          Demitri

"Oh, come now," Morrigan says as she grinds her heel against Demitri's guard briefly. "Normally you're so persistent on finding me. Don't tell me you're bored NOW. Even Jedah at least tried to seem interested. and you know how HE is."

Morrigan completes her flip, landing in a crouch.

"Oh, of course not," Morrigan answers. "I'd probably die of boredom eventually. A terrible fate indeed." As Demitri surges, Morrigan curls like a cobra, her wings slithering around her forearm and flashing briefly in the moonlight as they force a razor-edged blade.

She launches upward, aiming to slide Demitri up the middle...

But she's too slow, Demitri's grab catches her at an odd angle. Her aura surges around her defensively, orange-gold shimmering along the surface of her skin as Demitri bites into her neck--punching right through her defense!

"Hrrk--getting this fresh so early in the evening?" Morrigan says, strained.

"Not at all--unlike him--and you, I understand delayed gratification!"

Morrigan knew how to fight in those heels, but as she brings her black wing up into a cutting blade aimed right for the middle of his torso and place, something happens.

Demitri has caught her bladed wing in his teeth--which have momentarily become a nest of whtie spiky protrusions as he grins down at her, eyes glowing red as he uses the hold he now has on her to grab her shoulders and lift those dainty black stiletto heeled feet up off the ground--as well as the rest of her.

"I've only just begun, and speaking of fresh..." there is an adder quick motion as Demitri SINKS those huge pointed fangs and teeth right into her neck and shoulder--following up with a toss against a nearby brick wall, after!

"You've let me get ahead of you, mistress of the night," he raised his arms with a feral flash of those teeth as he focuses his energy into a large fireball--headed right for her still recovering body!

COMBATSYS: Demitri successfully hits Morrigan with Chaos Flare.

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Morrigan         1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0          Demitri

Morrigan presses her blade against Demitri's fangs, her own jaw tightening as she stresses against it. The fangs sink in to her pale skin, drawing black blood, and in just a moment she's tossed back against alley wall with a heavy slam against the brick that sends a crack through the antique structure.

Morrigan rises up, rubbing the bite marks on her neck as they close up with a swirl of shadow, the surrounding skin seeming to lose consistency--like a camera out of focus--until it rights itself. Even as she recovers, however, Morrigan's eyes widen--the Chaos Flare barreling down on her.

It smashes into her chest with an explosion of chi-energy, blasting its way through her chest and ribs and briefly leaving Morrigan a misshapen, spindly thing with a big piece gone in the middle. Blood flows from the opening, but once more, she mends herself in a swirl of shadow and psychic energy. She's certainly taxed; her heavy breathing and the strain with which she stands showing that, but what would have been portal wounds for a mortal are more of an inconvenience in this case.

Morrigan rises, rolling her neck. "Oh, come now," she says, "as if I don't understand delayed gratification! You insult me, dear Demitri! I don't think that being refused and having to chase down your prey QUITE counts, does it?"

Morrigan's wings have never reformed from earlier--until they suddenly snap through the air, winding and curling around themselves until they form a long, deadly spear that threatens to punch into Demitri's torso. If it does, the lance pulses and distorts, orange-gold energy pulsing through it and flooding Demitri's body with unwanted energy.

COMBATSYS: Morrigan successfully hits Demitri with Cryptic Needle.

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Morrigan         0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0          Demitri

"Who said I had to chase it?" Demitri frowns as he's blasted her with his fireball, watching the smoke clear--but from out of it comes the giant and deadly black spike of Morrigan's wings--spearing right through his torso and bursting out his back and through his cape, before he feels the awful psycho-power drain from having her essence embedded in him. A gout of blood issues from his fanged maw as he pulls back from it--less pulling it out and more retreating back from it. Ow. That was not pleasant.

"Auurghh," he growled, a deep masculine bestial noise, coughing up more blood before he draws himself back up and wipes his face with the back of his hand. His chi generation was set back by that--really they were back were they started now. It had felt good to get the lead on Morrigan, but the tricksy succubus had turned the tables again--now back to something of a stalemate, at that.

Making a full run towards her, Demitri leaped into the ait and came down with a leather riding boot extended to land a drop kick against the succubus!

COMBATSYS: Morrigan blocks Demitri's Light Kick.

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Morrigan         0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0          Demitri

"Oh, I was just making a guess," Morrigan says coyly, batting her eyelashes just a little. The spear goes limp, coiling back like a snake as it retracts, untwists, and shapes back into Morrigan's wings once more. They snap in place, flapping once to stretch.

But Demitri is already on the move again. Morrigan shows her fangs in a determined grimace, her heels clicking across the cobblestone as she adjusts her footing. The boot comes down, and Morrigan brings her arm up. The two clash, with the succubus briefly holding the vampire at bay despite the difference in their builds

But then Morrigan backsteps, shifting to suddenly remove the counterforce so that Demitri risks moving past her. As she does, she also takes to the air, slipping around him. Her arms reach out, trying to wrap around the vampire's waist...almost affectionately?

"Oh, don't worry though, you don't have to chase me, hm?"

COMBATSYS: Demitri dodges Morrigan's Medium Throw.

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Morrigan         0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0          Demitri

Demitri's boot came down hard, and his chi like fire to burn the succubi's body--but if one thing was sure, she was adept at stopping attacks. He kicks off her arm, landing back against the rooftop with his cape coming down like curtains behind him. As Morrigan closes the distance to try and grab and throw him, however--Demitri does her one better.

"Getting a bit affectionate aren't we?" he smirks down at her as he claps his large hands around her long-gloved arms, trying to force them to her sides as he pushes off the ground with his feet--into a flying suplex right against the surface of that poor rooftop!

Yes, he'd be flying right up into the air, carrying her--or trying to--while bringing her down down with both arms aiming to smush the succubat lady into the roof.

COMBATSYS: Morrigan dodges Demitri's Hell Ride.

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Morrigan         0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1          Demitri

Morrigan reacts out, but Demitri slips from her grasp. She frowns, sticking out her lip in a pout. She can't dwell on the escape, however, as soon Demitri has turned the tables and reversed the grab by pulling Morrigan into a suplex of his own.

"Well, you know me by now," Morrigan chimes with her Scottish tinge. The two of them plummet toward the roof, Morrigan ready to be plastered on the side of it until suddenly the situation changes.

Morrigan bends unnaturally, twisting in an impossible way and stretching thin. For a moment she's distorted again, as if she's slightly out of focus with the rest of the scenery. One of her wings hooks the rooftop, pulling her out of Demitri's grasp and into a crouch, where she seems to resync once more. She rises up, brushing her hair back with her fingers.

"Oh, that was clever," she says, emphasizing the last word. "You haven't lost your edge even with your over-long nap. I'm impressed!"

Morrigan launches into flight, shifting in midair. She flips forward suddenly, soaring toward Demitri with a flying, stiletto'd kick. "But I am curious," she says. "Are you really that interested in Krauser's tournament? You've never struck as the whimsical type."

COMBATSYS: Demitri blocks Morrigan's Random Strike.

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Morrigan         0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1          Demitri

Demitri growls as Morrigan more or less uses her wings as a Batman-esque grappling hook manuever to pull herself right out from his grasp! You'd think with a body that un-aerodynamic she'd have a hard time moving that fast! But you'd be wrong!

"It was something to do," he cringed as he pulled his cape up with his arm and it became rigid and like steel--Morrigan's stiletto heel meeting resistance as it was brought down on him.

"Also his messenger woke me up, and I knew /you/ couldn't resist showing off like this," he grinned, cracking the knuckles on one hand as he brought a heavy haymaker of a right-handed slug right toward her jaw and cheek! It was brutal, yes--but she'd been kicking him with those stiletto heeled boots all night, goddamnit!

COMBATSYS: Morrigan blocks Demitri's Medium Punch.

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Morrigan         0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1          Demitri

Morrigan twists on her heel, springing off of Demitri as he shoves back against her. She never quite lands, per se, instead hovering slightly over the ground as she comes out of the backward flip.

"Ah, now you're beginning to sound more like me," Morrigan laughs, flipping her hair. "But really? Did you come all this way just to lure me out? I'm touched. A bit unsettled, but touched surely. Were you dreaming about me all this time?~"

The punch comes in and Morrigan's wing curls around, blocking the punch. His fist caves in a segment of wing, warping the iron-like consistency of it despite Morrigan's best efforts. She hops back, shaking the wing as she does.

And then her aura surges, creating an unnatural pressure in the air. "So did you think you'd just lure me out here and beat me so easily? I'm almost offended!" she says, extending a fist. She braces it with her other arm as her aura surgers, psychokinetic power gathering. It launches out as a gold-colored bat, which flutters through the air before distorting into a skull-like shape.

COMBATSYS: Demitri dodges Morrigan's Soul Fist.

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Morrigan         0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1          Demitri

"I thought it was opposites attract--hnngh!" Demitri slams his fist down into Morrigan's wing, bringing it back. He has to pull a lot of energy into zipping out of the way when Morrigan launches her own fireball, he's been fighting for a while now and the excitement as well as the hole he'd taken earlier was wearing on him. Though Demitri was resilient--even despite the massive shade Morrigan was throwing out there, along with her psychokinetic powers--both had about the same effect of taking one off their balance!

"Again, you say it as if I have to /try/ to lure you," he shot back, though ti seemed almost weak in the presence of the succubus queen's majesty. Still, he was not beaten yet--he just had to wait for her to get careless--like right now!

Disappearing--he appeared in the air above her, his cape swirling about him as he formed it into a drill--a cruel look of hatred upon his face as he careened down toward her!

COMBATSYS: Morrigan dodges Demitri's Bat Spin.

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Morrigan         0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1          Demitri

"Oh, only sometimes," Morrigan says, stepping out of her half-crouch from bracing herself to fire the Soul Fist. She shifts back into a fighting stance, hands held up before her in a semi-relaxed, almost beckoning position.

"Are you implying that I'm easy, Demitri Maximoff?" she asks, chortling to herself. "I do admit, I am a sucker for a good time." Demitri disappears, reappearing above her in a deadly spin. Morrigan's eyes widen, in turn, the succubus backspringing with a flap of her wings as Demitri crashes where she was and drills right into the ground just as he would have carved into her hide.

But in a moment, her wings flap again and she flies back toward Demitri, reaching out to try and grab him!

"So come on! Show me why you thought you could challenge House Aensland in the first place!"

COMBATSYS: Morrigan issues a challenge!!

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Morrigan         0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1          Demitri

COMBATSYS: Morrigan successfully hits Demitri with Vector Drain.

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Morrigan         0/-------/-======|=======\====---\1          Demitri

And once Morrigan has her arms around Demitri, her wings snap out and become fluid. They reshape into rocket boosters, blue energy spraying out of them as she takes to the air--Demitri in tow!

At the apex of her flight, she flips them both upside down, dropping into a spiral as she goes for a spinning piledriver!

"I think this fight has gotten a a bit 'long in the tooth', as the phrase goes," Demitri shouts to her, only just now realizing their match atop the rooftop nearby to the street had attracted a huge crowd below. And Morrigan had issued her challenge. Well, who was he to disappoint?

Demitri is then grabbed and he's piledriven into the ground--her wings having formed jetpacks and spraying energy into the air--as well as fragments of the roof and he winds up actually stuck momentarily inside it--before he pulls himself free. He's got debris all over him and pink insulation stuck in his hair--which he clears away with a scowl.

"You've shown your thirst for me twice now over this fight--but I think it is you my lady, who cannot resist..." Demitri begins to surge with energy, his chi nearly overflowing around him as he dashes toward the young succubus--his body wreathed in energy and glowing a myriad of colors.

And he reaches out to grab her--trying to lock her into a spell!

COMBATSYS: Demitri successfully hits Morrigan with #Midnight Bliss EX#.
Grazing Hit

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Morrigan         1/------=/=======|>------\-------\0          Demitri

"Even you cannot," Demitri has her, and he knows this--the massive influx of chi is already sapping her strength and draining her vitality right out of her body--but it's clear the succubus is trying to hang on desperately. The magic was mainly meant to suppress the target and keep them still so that he could do his thing and drain the victim dry--but as the succubus finally broke free--with some effort, of course--she looked a fair bit wizened. Those hips and that chest were not quite looking up to speed anymore--her face was drawn, as well--as if she had just been completely deprived of food for long periods of time.

"It's a good look for you, my dear," Demitri grinned and gave her finger guns as a few people in the crowd snapped pictures of her humiliation.

"Hrrrk," Morrigan finds herself caught by the throat, Demitri's aura swelling as her own recedes. For a long, painful moment, Morrigan's strength is drained by the Romanian, her strength leaving her as her physique shows it. She losses mass and vigor, becoming a husk of her former self before being tossed away.

She lays there for a long moment, then suddenly wheezes.

"Oh, you bastard," she huffs, slowly climbing up despite her skeletal form. "I think I gave you a little too much leeway here, didn't I?"

Morrigan's aura slowly brightens as she regathers her strength, her body starting to mend itself as vitality returns. Weathered husk gives way to regrowing flesh. She thickens back out -- a least a little bit -- as she starts to draw on fresh power from...somewhere.

COMBATSYS: Morrigan gains composure.

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Morrigan         1/-======/=======|>------\-------\0          Demitri

"What's the matter, Ms. Aensland, are you feeling a bit under the weather," Demitri is battered, but his sass and smugness is still on it's A-game. As he reels back from her, his eyes glow white and the chi is radiating off him--as are several dark bats with red, glowing eyes.

"Perhaps you'd like some help?" Demitri snaps a finger and one of the bats flutters down next to her, reforming into the shape of a wheelchair. Just a wheelchair--that's sitting there and slowly radiating red energy. Is he giving her quarter?

Demitri knows she's going to try and fluff herself back up, however--and he's just screwing with her at this point. She's not looking very well, at all. Succubi don't fall to disease or natural physical ailments, not like humans--they only look like Morrigan does at the moment because their energy reserves are nearly gone, and they're close to death.

"And now, the grand finale!" Demitri snarls and pulls up massive reserves of energy--focusing a huge fireball blast down on Morrigan as she struggles to regain her strength!

COMBATSYS: Morrigan dodges Demitri's Demon Flare.

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Morrigan         1/-======/=======|=------\-------\0          Demitri

Morrigan snarls, showing unnatural teeth that are unbecoming of such a (normally) lovely lady. When he offers the wheelchair, Morrigan spits on the ground--it's a bit of that black blood again, darker than normal. More like shadow than iron.

"Oh, charming," she says, "but--"

The fireball hurls down toward her. Morrigan's eyes flashing, going from their usual emerald green to yellow, slitted. Cat-like. Snake-like?

She suddenly splits, two Morrigan's appearing as the one in the middle disappears. The two Morrigans come out of the shadows, merging to one behind Demitri.

Her wings snap and distorted, fraying into countless black spears, chords like rebar and metal cable that fork out into sharp edges and stab toward Demitri's back!

"Oh, don't count me out just yet," she says, still regaining some of her looks even if she's burning through her stamina. "We haven't even hit the climax yet!"

COMBATSYS: Morrigan successfully hits Demitri with Dark Quills.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~

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Morrigan         2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0          Demitri

Red blood is sprayed as Demitri is struck by the succubi's wing blades, from his back and chest. The black daggers lance into him--but still he remains on his boots. What is driving the vampire to try and continue this fight? Can he even keep himself together?

"I liked the thinner look on you--you could stand to lose some weight--" he demonstrates just how heavy she is as he tries to grab her by the extended wing blades and half-pull half-toss her into the nearby building, the crowd cheering!

COMBATSYS: Morrigan endures Demitri's Quick Throw.

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Morrigan         2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|====---\-------\0          Demitri

"Oh, ha ha," Morrigan says, her quills retracting from Demitri's wounds and drawing back to her spin, where they reshape into wings once more. "Are we that base, now? I don't like your haircut!" Morrigan interjects, mockingly. As the quills are reforming, however, Demitri reaches for them, grabbing some of the coils. She soars through the air until she lands with a crash against the building...

But something is off. A few of her spears from before are stuck in the roof near Demitri.

There's a sudden whir as she pulls herself along with the spear like a zipline. Morrigan darts into close range--but then she loses focus. She seems to slip out of sync again, one Morrigan becoming two once more. They split, zigzagging around Demitri.

And then close in, first throwing a punch, then a kick. The two operate in parallel, throwing blows like a mirror. As they reach the end, they both backflip, kicking away from each other in perfect symmetry.

COMBATSYS: Demitri dodges Morrigan's Darkness Illusion.

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Morrigan         1/------</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\1          Demitri

Demitri had just fallen prey to her doppelganger-tactics before--this time he is ready. When she surges forward toward him with her double, she will find that he has guessed her movement--the vampire dashes away--and through her quick enough so that his body passes through her--immaterial, like smoke.

"Now if only there were two of me--EAT IT, mistress of the night!"

And with that Demitri's body is wreathed in fiery red chi--his royal blue suit and red-lined cloak giving away to an almost reptilian and leathery demonic set of wings and body--his spiky shock of hair licking with the flame-like aura!

And from out of his wings an entire swarm of fiery bats are propelled--seeking to crash into her body in a cloud of fire sparks!

COMBATSYS: Morrigan blocks Demitri's Darkside Master.

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Morrigan         1/-----<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0          Demitri

Morrigan withdraws, as Demitri slips away, trying to gain enough distance to slip out of his range. The vampire pursues, The two Morrigans flying in sync until they meet, merging once more into a single entity. Were there ever -really- two?

Demitri still pursues, becoming like a living fireball of chi that chases after her--until he crashes into her, Morrigan's wings coming up to act as impromptu shield once more. It smashes hard, driving her backward into the wall, which collapses around her in a storm of clouds and dust. Defeated?

But then, a massive Soul Fist--likely ten-times the size of the previous one in the fight--erupts out of the Demitri and screams at Demitri like a loosed hellmouth. Morrigan? She never emerges from the rubble, likely disappearing someplace to lick her wounds. But will Demitri's victory be a clean one?

COMBATSYS: Morrigan can no longer fight.

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                                  |-------\-------\0          Demitri

COMBATSYS: Morrigan successfully hits Demitri with Soul Phoenix.

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                                  |==-----\-------\0          Demitri

The two seem to consume eachother in a massive volley of fireballs--firebats, and the huge soul fist that Morrigan fires out. There is an explosion--and then the smoke begins to clear. Part of the building is on fire and people are running screaming--likely to bring around EMTs and the local fire crew to begin putting out the flames licking at the top of the building now.

But was there any clear victor to this fight...?

COMBATSYS: Demitri takes no action.

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                                  |==-----\-------\0          Demitri

COMBATSYS: Demitri has reached second wind!

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                                  |==-----\-------\0          Demitri

Out of the rubble comes a giant fist--a human one. Demitri emerges from the soot with flames suspiciously not catching on his suit, cape or hair--though he is dragging Morrigan up along with him. He's covered in dust, though he is wearing a big jerkish grin as he hauls the succubus up and on out of there as he begins to take off--flying into the night!

As Demitri takes off, Morrigan hands there limply. Seemingly lifeless as the vampire takes off into the night. The crowd that's gathered around watches as the monster seemingly makes off with its victim.

That is, until Morrigan looks up, eyeing Demitri over her shoulder. "And they say chivalry is dead," she sighs quietly, resting her chin on a wing hand. She blows a kiss playfully, a pink heart appearing in the air.

Log created on 15:14:40 02/18/2018 by Morrigan, and last modified on 20:24:36 02/26/2018.