Of Light and Darkness

He grimaced slightly. Of course mediocre maneuvers weren't going to do Shadows to a trained Demoness. He needed to get smarter in this. He was heading in for another attack when he was quickly put on the defensive.

Sparks of Light flew off his blade as she deflected his attack, as his Light weapon met its Dark opposite. That's when he noticed her plated tail. Well, wasn't that unfair as heck. If only he'd carried around his shield or dagger along with his sword. Then he could dual-wield easily enough, just as he wanted.

The air filled with the whip-like cracks of Kaya's tail went after him; it was a pretty freaky experience. She started to press forward, trying to get closer to him. Her mace was far shorter than his own sword. He grunted again, moving backwards. He didn't want to be so close to her in this combat, not with that mace and tail.

He dealt with the tail's strike by using his wing and wrapping it around himself as a shield. He really needed to learn to use his sword defensively; otherwise, he'd be stuck in a situation just like this.

He counted down in his head, before snapping his wing back in place (now folded against his back) and lunging forward with his sword. What he hadn't known was the Demoness had stumbled and rolled, with her tail pointed straight for his should.

Momentum carried him and the tail together, and he hissed in pain as it pierced flesh. He went right over her roll, tail still embedded in his arm. He turned on his heel, then attempted to use his pierced arm to wrap around the tail; using an injury to get rid of an advantage. If his arm wrapped around her tail as he wanted, he'd yank her back, then place a foot on top of her; this would allow him enough advantage to try and slice a few straps of her armour, making it fall to the ground.

If it didn't go as planned and his capture attempt when south, he'd back farther into the room, putting distance between the two and (hopefully) dislodging the tail from his shoulder. He'd move in to a defensive stance, before quickly darting forward, blade flashing in the light as he twirled it to confuse her.

He aimed his real slashes at the gaps in her armour, where the straps would most likely be. Let's see how well she does without protection...

He grunted as the tip of her tail slashed across his hand, making him reflexively let go of her tail. It was going to be a bother trying to get it back. The tail gave her a rather large advantage, when used right, and he lacked much experience on combat-tails. All he knew was that he had to contain it, which meant getting close.

He felt her lack of resistance as his foot was on her chest, and briefly thought of that while he was removing her armour and one of her main sources strength. He was able to remove her pauldrons and sabatons easily enough; more things would take longer to remove, as he had to take a moment to look at it; at least, a minute during combat.

He grinned as she knocked his blade away with the head of her mace; futile, as it was incredibly hard to knock his sword out of his hand, with how strong he was gripping it. "Why do you keep fighting? Give up, and I'll make it quick and painless." Standing above her, seven feet tall, naked, and muscle-bound, it didn't seem like quick and painless was his forte.

As he was searching for more straps in her armour, merely moving his head this way and that, he was caught surprise by her groping hand. It immediately sprung back to life in her hand as he moaned softly; he was one of the sensitive types.

All of the violence seemed to leak out of him as he just stood there, growing hard in her hand and loving the feeling. He sighed contentedly, before he felt her tail brush his leg and was shocked back to awareness. He used his free hand to get himself out of her hand and jumped back, more than a little flushed and feeling the beginning of lust.

"W-what are you doing?" It was quite an honest question; he'd never encountered an enemy that tried to pleasure her attacker to become passive.

He watched as she stood up, legs shaking. He wondered what had happened; her demonic lower half looked like it was supposed to be quite strong and sturdy. Well.... They were quite weird, paired with her attractive upper-body, but they looked like they were meant to be there (which they were). So, them being new after some experiment or such wouldn't make sense.

Amenable? His eyes narrowed slightly. He wasn't quite amenable as she thought, but.... He had to admit, it did sound like a good idea. He grew a bit more flushed at the thoughts that went through his mind. He shook them from his mind, but eased a bit out of his stance. A smart and very observant person could tell he was considering the idea.

His sword lowered until it touched the ground as the woman went on her tangent and spoke about not liking conflict and all. "Also to put it in perspective, in the terms og immortal demons I'm only 19. I DON'T like conflict, by Lucy's frozen tears I fought my own father so I could get away from the infighting at home. So yeah hope that puts some perspective on that." Huh. So... He wondered if she was just lying, but....

It would make sense. She had never seemed all that violent, only.... Incredibly horny, for no reason at all. He looked her over, the tip of his sword touching the ground as he slowly got out of his stance. "And why should I believe you, not liking conflict? Dark, you're wearing armour and wielding a mace that you clearly know how to use." He peered at her, looking her over.

He was taken back a bit with her laugh; it didn't sound like it would come from a Demon's mouth. It had such emotion in it, it took the fight right out of him. Sure, crying would make him feel more.... But that laugh did enough. He easily pressed his sword into the ground until it stood by itself. He crossed his arms, before moving towards the bed and sitting on it.

He rolled his shoulders, and his wings and halo slowly disappeared, taking the light they emitted with them. This really showed he was done with battle; he couldn't find any reason to hate or want to kill her. Honestly, the assumption he'd made at first had been a bad one, and he could've killed a somewhat innocent woman. She might be a Demon, but if she were refraining from needless violence and destruction many of her kin participated in, then he'd be the bad guy if he killed her.

He looked back up at her, his golden eyes back to normal. He looked like he'd sobered as she began to speak. Of course she'd been trained to defend herself.... From crazy Archangels like himself. The thought almost brought a small grin to his face, before she continued on. She had an impressive combat record... Nearly equal to his. But not quite.

His eyes saddened slightly; Azmere really took this to heart, seeing as he'd senselessly attacked her.

He really listened as she spoke, watching as she dropped her mace. She wasn't just a Demon that killed for the sake of killing, or caused destruction to see things explode. She was just.... Kaya.

He sighed as she finished, before leaning back, once again slightly forgetting the fact that he was quite naked. "So... What now? I kinda don't want to kill you now," he said truthfully but in a joking manner, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

His head tilted curiously as she did her weird portal thing. It was a cool portal thing, really. He wondered where she was going in that portal that allowed her to change clothing so quickly. Was time different there, or did the portal do everything and all she had to do was set an objective? He'd have to ask later.

He watched her as she emerged from the portal wearing his shirt. It was a good look - he could see a lot, just as he liked. His eyes spent a long moment on her chest, then moved down her form... Before snapping up back to her eyes as she got closer.

Honestly, the demeanor change Azmere displayed was incredibly complex, it was like he was insane of some such and had two personalities; but, in actuality, he was just an incredibly complex individual, moreso than a lot of people. When it came to fighting and exterminating Evil Demons, bloodlust took over and turned him into a ruthless Paladin, Defender of the Light and Paragon of Justice, which many people didn't think was possible. But when the threat on his life or others life was gone, he just became a regular twenty-six year old: incredibly friendly, funny, and horny.

His eyes moved back to her (he'd zoned out a bit) as she sat on the bed, asking him about himself. He'd barely opened her mouth before she spoke again, this time a suggestion about underwear. A grin split his handsome face; distracting, eh? "I'd rather not. I don't have an extra pair, and I'd like to let them linger long as possible before I have to wear them again to leave here."

He shrugged, before getting up, a devious grin still spread across his face. "Now, about me...." He paced back and forth in front of her, impressive manly bits on full display only a few inches from her. "Well, I'm not just a regular Angel; I'm an Archangel, an Angel specifically designed for war.... As you can see." He flexed, displaying his muscles. He stopped right in front of her, arms crossed. He was, in essence, teasing her as he spoke; his manhood was nearly touching her shoulder, but he continued on as if this was normal.

"Once I could walk, I started training in combat. I've trained for years and years. Many years.... Ahem. My Father was my teacher, he was a renowned combatant in Zion, my home City. He taught my everything I know, and I was able to graduate around the time I turned eighteen; about twelve years earlier than most would graduate and become full-fledged Paladins. For about five years, I was sent on missions around the world, purging Demons that threatened the general population." He coughed, remembering that she was a Demoness herself.

"Sorry. Anyway. A few months back, I was given a somewhat life-long assignment. The Island is overrun by Demons, and many are corrupting the people. I was given the job of teaching the general population to defend themselves, and to remove any Demons that caused problems. I've been creating my dojo, and I finished about a month ago. And.... That's pretty much about me." He chuckled, looking down at her, hands moving down to his hips. "Been paying attention?"