So where's the keg at this party?

[frosty225]

This place was certainly different than Domino City, it held a bit of a more peaceful side to it, but at the same time the clean mountain air also held something lingering. Something that is one didn't know what it was would have a hard time explaining... or even feeling for that matter. The eerie feeling of something always watching from the shadows, something in the wind sending a chill up your spine every time it blew past you. The Devil Hunter knew what it was though... the feel of the supernatural, he was going to have a lot of work to do...

And with the absence of his old partners Ranka and Amoura that work only seemed to double in size, fuck it though... he'd get it done... but first thing first, he needed to find a bar, and have a few drinks.

And thank whatever divine intervention that was in this world he actually came across one, but just as his hand grasped around the handle of the door something caught his attention... something dark... if it were anyone else who had felt this, they'd probably turn and go the other way, but not the Son of Sparda, no... his interest was peeked and he was going to find out what the source of this feeling was. He let go of the handle to the door, booze could wait, he headed towards where the feeling began to get stronger.

[Ira]

With a pressing of a single button, the humming was silenced and the white glow vanished, allowing the shadows between the buildings to return. A blue spark. And it was dark again. Ira stood over the body of the unfortunate soul she had lured out of the bar, with one of her saber hilts held in one hand and a long and thin cigarette-like item held loosely in her lips, Ira simply found herself staring at the body for a while. A hole burned through his chest.

She exhaled and let the plume of violet smoke escape her mouth. Perhaps this was not the best place to be using her spice, or what she had left of it. But she needed to calm down a degree. This excitement was getting the better side of her. She could hardly control herself anymore. Her thoughts stopped as she felt someone pulling closer and heard them as well. Calming down just wasn't going to happen, was it?

Ira stopped herself from taking a long drag of the spice as that would waste it too quickly. However, she stepped over the body, simply leaving it there of the poor man who had let himself be such an easy target; so pathetic and weak (in more than way) that he deserved to be put out of his misery.

Mercy and fun all in one.

[frosty225]

He had turned the corner just in time to see her, or at least it looked like a her. The victim wore a hole burned into his chest, poor dude... well at least she didn't get him in the nuts. A look of slight confusion passed over his face before he began walking towards her, she wasn't a demon as far as he could tell... no... she looked more like something from that one movie he had to sit through with Amoura... what was it again... oh yeah.

Either way he needed to take care of it, he wasn't being paid to sit around and do jack crap anyways. Then again... he didn't know how to approach this one... that's funny... Dante not knowing how to approach a female.

"Now, Now..." His signature coy smirk on his lips as he got closer, "I'm all for kinky..." He said stopping a few feet away from her, "But that's a little much don't ya think?" He said noting the corpse behind her with a nod of his head.

[Ira]

Ira glanced over her shoulder towards the approaching man. Another one? She really wasn't in the mood right now to handle another one. There was a reason she was attempting to calm down. Ira looked down towards the body as Dante nodded towards it. Perhaps it was a bit much?

She shook her head and spoke softly, purple smoke leaving her mouth as she did due to the spice stick; "Far from it." The togruta ran her hand with her hilt held behind her back and slid it into one of the small loops at the small of her back, hooking it into place above the secondary weapon she had.

"Sweet and swift, a merciful liberation from its pathetic life." As Ira spoke, she raised her eyes back towards Dante, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips while she still kept the spice held in place. She slowly moved closer towards Dante, close enough to touch him. Ira raised a hand and gently placed a hand on his shoulder before letting it slide down to his chest, drawing soft small circles on him as she did so.

"And see, if you so desire, I can help end your misery too."

[frosty225]

His coy smirk morphed into a devilish grin as she preformed her actions, feeling the touch on his coat. Was she trying seduce him? Or just carry out some random blood lust? He didn't know, nor did he really care. "Well, I don't know about being put out of my misery but..." He took a step that got him around her and towards her left, "You look like you could probably give me a good time."

He began pacing around her, his grin stretching a bit as he leaned forward somewhat, "So how 'bout it babe? Wanna start a party? I promise, it'll be small." He stopped, leaning in as if he were going to kiss her before stopping, "Just me and you, Think you can handle that?"

[Ira]

Ira let her fingers drag across his coat as he stepped around her, noting his smile as he stepped out of her line of sight. Her smile stayed in place, lips closed as she let the smoke from her spice slowly fill her mouth. She let her right hand rise yet again as he stopped speaking and let her fingers trace his neck, her nails touching his skin yet not. And though it was obvious that her hand itself was not gripping at all, where her hand passed over his neck, a heavier pressure could be felt. Not too much, but enough to certainly be notice.

"So long as you think you can keep up with me," she said practically whispered before drawing her hand back and away from his neck.

[frosty225]

His smile never faded, even as the pressure on his throat was felt. "Well then.." His tone only slightly strained, "Let's rock?" He took a step back, the step was long enough to put a good distance between them as he whipped out his guns, his most prized possessions, one... glistening brighter than the full moon in a starless night, Ivory, the other as black as the night without that very moon, Ebony.

Within his hands they danced the famous dance many demons had known to fear when they were drawn, spinning and twirling round before they were pointed at the female. "Don't disappointed now." He tossed her a wink before pulling the triggers, the familiar roar of the guns came to live as a barrage of bullets closed the distance between he and her.

[Ira]

As he took his long step backwards, Ira reached behind her back and pulled both saber hilts from their place at the small of her back. While he twirled his, what she assumed to be, blasters in her hands, the light sabers came to life in her hand. Their humming was constant though one was obviously lower than the other. The two blades mirrored the weapons held in Dante's hands; one shining with a brilliant white color while the other had nothing more than a black blade only outlined by a faint white glow.

She gave a quiet sigh as he began to fire only to start spinning the weapons in her hands by rolling her wrists around and loosely holding the end of the hilt in order to build the momentum in the rotation. The bullets only hissed briefly when they came in contact with the light saber blades.

With one last roll of her wrists, Ira held her hands out towards Dante, closing her eyes for a brief second as she concentrated and called upon her ever so useful and present tool of the Force and sent a violent shockwave across towards the man, even causing bullets to slow to a stop and even move backwards to a slight degree before falling as the push through the force passed by.

"I think I should be the one asking for you not to disappoint me," she commented, speaking slightly louder so she could be heard over the hum of her light sabers.

[frosty225]

Oh wow, he was pretty impressed, not much though... He took the push only flipping backwards as it hit him into the air he rose, end over end before he ended upside down, his guns pointed at her. "Whoa babe, a little late for the Star Wars Convention." He quipped as he fired off another volley of bullets, only these rounds held a red glow around them as they were charged with his own demonic energy. It'd take a bit more force to stop these ones in their tracks.

As he landed his smug attitude didn't falter, "Maybe next year hun, I'm sure you'd take first place too for best costume design." He put away his firearms and he drew his blade, the energies in the air seemed to change as it was drawn even in it's sealed form... the Force Edge was still a power to be reckoned with, especially in the devil hunter's hands. "C'mon babe, you can start trying, I promise I won't hurt you... much." He blew her a small kiss before smiling widely and darting forward his entire body seemed to lag as he closed the distance((Trickster; Dash)) and came in hard with an uppercut, his demonic aura swirling and cackling around the blade.((Swordmaster; High-Time))

[Ira]

Star Wars Convention? What was he talking about? The thought passed before she could focus on it too much more with the next rounds being fired. Red? Hm. And they felt strange too. Why not see what they could do? But not on herself, preferred at this moment. Ira kept her hands in place as the bullets drew near, so many little things that it took a bit more effort than say returning a Force Lightning to someone due to how small they were. The momentum behind the bullets again slowed before they began moving backwards, traveling at the same rate of speed from when they were fired, the energy produced from them being fired off as well as that demonic red aura was now turned against Dante.

She took in a deep breath, taking a long drag off of her spice and even shuddered somewhat as she felt the energy from his weapon of choice. It was...strange. Yet welcoming. She could just eat it up. As he charged forward, Ira sank into a firmly planted stance and crossed her sabers in front of her as Dante began to execute his uppercut, attempting to break the uppercut and keep him grounded, even using the Force to keep herself fairly well planted on the ground. A sickening crackle could be heard as the two lightsabers and sword clashed.

"Focus through a weapon? I can fix that," she cooed softly, her smile widening.

[frosty225]

Oh damn, his attacked was stopped. Well then he'd just have to make due, then again his attack wasn't meant to launch her up into the air... no, you see he had a move, a pretty powerful one that unfortunately everyone loved to just get the hell out of the way. It aggravated the Devil Hunter a bit every time it happened so he began going this little trick. He smiled, the red energy on his sword growing brighter, "Shouldn't fix what isn't broken, sweet cheeks."

Before even a silence could conform between the two the energy from the blade erupted fourth from it in the vicious form of a Driver.

[Ira]

It was intoxicating. The feeling of that aura. Was he even aware of what he held in his hands? What he was using? Ira took in a deep breath, breathing in the aura. She could feel it loose and suddenly...concentrate. Oh cute.

She swept her left foot around, breaking the firm horse stance she had held for the briefest of time a moment again. As she moved just out of the way of the beam, she could feel the heat of the energy attempting to burn her flesh and her smile could only widen. This was good. For the first time in a long while, she was having an enjoyable and long lasting fight.

Ira lunged forward with her white blade saber, held in her right hand, moving to stab the man dressed in red in the chest.

Deep down though, there was buried hope that the fight would not end in such a manner. This fight could go on for a long while before she would be satisfied - even if it meant tearing this whole place apart and down.

[frosty225]

He moved to dodge, but it was a bit too short of a step back as the saber of hers burnt through his chest his movements stopped before he stood there, slumped over slightly before he fell off of the plasma like blade of her lightsaber with a thud. Was that really it for the Devil Hunter?

[Ira]

"Stop playing and get up," Ira sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Tease me like that. You've got plenty more left in you. I can feel it," as she spoke softly, yet firmly, Ira rolled her shoulders. Shit. The spice was really getting into her system. The adrenaline rush just was not coming like it should have and she knew the spice was the cause of that. Granted, the fight was still entertaining without that rush, she kind of wanted to just go into a blind rage to fight like she usually did on one of those rushes.

"Unless you just want to call this a night and find a place to have a drink or two."

[frosty225]

A sigh of aggravation curled from his lips as he sat up, patting off the smoldering hole in his coat as he looked down at it before looking down at her. "What is it with you people always doing that?" He questioned as he stood up, dusting himself off. "Do I look like I have a 'stab me in the chest' sign on my forehead?"

"Still, you owe me a new coat." He spoke before darting forward with a two-handed overhead swing coming from above. The move looked simple enough to counter, but anyone who knew the Devil hunter's style knew the physical power packed into the move commonly reffered to as the helm breaker.