Demons (Damirae)

Chapter Twenty-One

Song: The Sharpest Lives  By: My Chemical Romance

(A.N: I thought it went well with an action scene :P Damn, I'm putting such an emo influence on this story, hope I don't ruin you lot :3)

Katana cutting a sharp line through the air, Damian darted past Drake, twisting to avoid a fist. Raven had sought out Stephanie to fight, hence, Tim had been left to Damian. The Red Robin kicked out, holding a hand to his arm- which sported a new, sleek cut bleeding a line of red. Damian deftly avoided the attack, shifting to the side and aiming a roundhouse-kick to Tim's face.

Drake caught Damian's leg, pulling him forwards and falling right in to his trap. On the floor, Damian abruptly yanked down the leg Tim was holding, slamming the other one in to his face. Blood flowing freely from his nose, the RedRobin aimed a low-section kick at the floored boy, only to find air where the boy once was.  

Stance defensive, Tim had barely a millisecond to register the side kick coming at him from the left before Damian's foot glanced past his face- having leant backwards in the last moment. Tim sent a punch straight to Damian's head, not holding back seeing as the other hadn't. The current Robin ducked, swiping sharply at Drake's legs.

Having trained in combat with Batman for years, Tim knew to jump, avoiding getting floored. Damian was restraining himself- Tim could tell- which was an understandably terrifying prospect. If this was Damian holding back, what could he do when he wasn't? Robin's skills had clearly improved with time, and Tim didn't know if he could stand against them. 

The answer came when Drake lunged at Damian, who was still crouched on the floor. Damian kicked upwards, hitting his opponent once more in the nose. But Damian wasn't finished yet.  Flipping off of the ground, the assassin wrapped both legs around Tim's neck, dragging him on to the floor. He jumped forwards, standing above his opponent.

In his true, wicked manner, Damian took out his katana, which he had managed to sheath during the fight.  Holding it to Drake's neck, he smirked, condescendence oozing out of his skin.

"Sloppy, Drake.", he flashed his teeth, "Quite sloppy."

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Stephanie threw a well aimed punch at Raven's head, testing her new opponent. The half-demon dodged the punch, surprising the older girl by ducking under her arm. With a speed possessed only by the preternatural, Raven sent a palm-strike to the Batgirl's ribcage, channelling energy through her body to increase the power in her hit -much like Tai Chi, just...with a little more magic.

Blonde locks whipping her face, Stephanie flew backwards, twisting in the last second to avoid falling on to her face. She had a fleeting moment to collect herself and fall in to a fighting stance before she was met by a whirlpool of punches, targeted an executed accurately despite their speed. The Batgirl defended against the onslaught wholeheartedly, understanding that this opponent would not go easy on her. 

Having delivered her flurry of strikes -which was only a test to see how well Stephanie's defences were- Raven shifted back, stance low with one leg straight in front of her, the other almost fully crouched. A strategic move on her part, it was, as it presented a difficulty if you wished to attack another who was at a different height.

She didn't have to wait for the other combatant to attack. Stephanie, ran nimbly at Raven, her body movement too much of a tell-tale for Raven not to anticipate her next move. When Stephanie flipped over the half-demon, expecting to surprise her, all Raven needed to do was jump to avoid the low side-kick that came seemingly without warning. 

This presented Raven with the perfect chance to add a jumping turning-kick , channelling energy once more in to her hit. Of course Stephanie was by no means untrained, hence, she was able to shift ever so slightly to avoid getting winded like before. Still, Raven landed the kick and mother trucker dude, that hurt like a but-cheek on a stick. Sacred Waffle-Lord now is not the time to reference vine Steph!  She mentally chided, dodging another blow.