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Demyx saw Axel leave, but he did leave the portal open for him to follow. Starring back at the boss, he backed a few steps away, but kept his strong composure even though it was breaking down minute by minute.

 

It was not without a spark of intruige that Xatalien thought over the man's offer. A stranger, offering a target for her to take on was not a normal occurance in the least. Yet she was, after thinking of it for a longer while, uninterested in his suggestion. He was her target now, and it was with a "passion" that she would pursue him, now that she had started the chase.

"No," she said, "I'd much rather fight you instead." In a quick motion, Xatalien shot herself through the air, bearing her sickles, drawing back for a swipe into the man's chest. "You're good at running, but let's see how well you fight."

 

Sithos took his sword out of the scabared and held it to his side. He waited for her to strike.

 

With maximized for placed into the stroke with her right sickle, Xatalien threw the blade at the chest of her target. He was, after all, of little consequence to her. The only part of him worth her time was the soul she would collect fom his death. And on the basis of her senses for such things, his was a powerful one at that, and made all the easier to take by the fact that he was so sluggish his combat.

 

Sithos paried the attack with his sword. The sickle was fell into he ground and was pushed in by Sithos. He raised his sword ready for the next attack.