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Amhiram drew his rapier and lunged at Sam.

Amhiram dispelled his doubles. "Fine, but I don't want your little friend to interrupt."

Amhiram's smile widened. "What do you mean by that? Are you ready to surrender?"

One of Amhiram's doubles snuck behind Sam, then struck her powerfully in the head with enough force to cave in her skull. Meanwhile, Amhiram went for Zach with his whip, this time he showed no hesitation.

Suddenly, Amhiram split into seven clones that all went out of the trio's range, he giggled manically. "You think it's going to be that easy, sugartits? I mean, if you like easy, you haven't dealt with the Amhi before!" He shouted, using his delicate but strong rapier to take out Spark.

Amhiram showed them his catlike smile. "Fine, but don't say I didn't give you a chance to submit.." He sighed, then jumped down, summoning his spiked whip. He went for Zach first, attempting to snare him and slam him into Sam.

Amhiram was sitting on a large shelf, smiling deviously. "Took you two long enough.." He purred. "So, which one of you would like to go first? I can last for both of you, so you don't need to fight over me."

Amaimon's last gamble was beginning. Flames erupted from the ground once more, this time Blindfold shouldn't be able to escape. After the fire, the prince leaped out of the ground, clawing at Blindfold in a vicious onslaught. Amaimon's rage was seeping into the stranger's mind, threatening to...

Amaimon was riddled by Blindfold's sheer speed. He was confused how it left him completely unscathed. Nevertheless he had an idea. Amaimon appeared to rush out of the sand, flying out of Blindfold's melee range. He knew that Blindfold hated ranged attacking, so he built his plan on this.

Amaimon felt where Blindfold was and reacted accordingly. Flames erupted under Blindfold's feet, blazingly lethal. Amaimon's deranged laughter erupted from the spot. "I've got him, I've finally got this quick little bastard." He yells.

Amaimon was blind. Damn you. He thinks, running toward Blindfold, but he had an idea. Amaimon created the sound of footsteps about five feet behind the stranger. In the meantime, however, Amaimon burrowed through the sand under the spot Blindfold was supposed to be and waited. If all went well...

Amaimon sidestepped again. This guy is more offensive, predictable.. He thinks, grimacing at the burning pain in his wing. Amaimon swiftly attempts to grab one of the tendrils and slam Blindfold into the ground, and if that attack were to hit, he'd incinerate him on the spot. ((Sorry if that...

Amaimon grunted in pain as the blade struck the bone of his wing. Shit. He thinks as he plummets to the ground. The tendril missed narrowly, the attack even surprised Amaimon. Let's see how he thinks about this. He thinks, taking a metal object about a foot and a half long out of a pocket in his...

Amaimon falls backward, dodging the Ink. "What in the seven Rings is that?" He remarks, smiling anyway. Amaimon assumed it was the blindfold on this stranger's face that fueled his abilities, so he had a plan: Take it off. He quickly went on the offense, unsheathing his metal claws from his...

Amaimon smirked. "Very well then, stranger, hide your secrets.." He says to himself. He then flies up into the air, creating a ring of fire to slowly cremate Blindfold where he stood.

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@TMITM A small demon stands in the middle of an Infernal arena. "Ladies and gentlemen! Demons and angels alike gather round to see battles of the ages!" He says in a scratchy, high-pitched voice. "First challenger! Our own ruler of both the Pride Ring and the Lust Ring, heir to the throne...

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... no.

True. Who wants to start?