Who is this? Is… is this who I have to fight? I did not spot such a being in the crowd earlier… Damian furrowed his brow, determining whether the massive beast was his assigned competitor or a punishment for wandering off during the announcements. Regardless of what the beast was, the importance was to make sure Damian himself was not injured or killed by it, and the only way he knew of protecting himself was through Calypso. Just a bit more time would be greatly appreciated...
“Qui-…Quite interesting indeed,” Damian restated, giving an extra poke at his plan to extend his preparation time, though it was now noticeable the Ogzor had grown uninterested with the diversion. All of the beast’s eyes remained avert, as if it had found more significance in the monotonous room than listening to the man stall. Usually, Damian’s initial reaction would be to become offended by the behavior, but his determination overruled.
Running a thumb over the ring in his right palm, Damian checked the current condition that Calypso was in. She still lacks of some warmth. I could use her now-- though I do not think she would last as long if I did. Come on, Calypso…how much more time do you require?! The Ogzor’s front eye narrowed, enthralled by the man’s obvious fidgeting arm.
“Formalities aside; I am Deception, your enemy for round one. Without further ado, I’d like to commence this battle,” Deception testily insisted. Unwilling to lengthen his patience for an agreement, Deception positioned himself upon his hind legs, gaining two feet in height. Flustered by the abrupt moment, Damian instinctively dropped his ring, only retrieving her when her defensive mode had emerged. The man then held the thickened key in front of himself as he cowered from Deception.
“W-wait!—” Damian exclaimed, but his caution is interrupted with the swipe of a claw. The attack was followed by an echoing clang as it had bounced off Calypso’s stem. This had, in addition, left three ridged scratches on the key, “This is ha-hardly fair! Can't we talk this through first?!”
“I don't recall those hosts saying we were to ‘Talk things out’,” Deception explained as he sunk into the shadows of the gallery, “But it could be arranged...”
The lights flickered off subsequent to Deception vanishing, leaving Damian with the little illumination in which Calypso provided. The key-holder cleared his throat preparing to discuss prior to battle, only to become stiff to find that his words failed to escape the barrier of his teeth. Damian smirked nervously as he bowed his head due to the awkwardness.
Not wanting to waste time on not making use of his weaponry’s limited energy, or trying to reverse his temporary mute episode, Damian promptly prepped his feet into a charging stance. Without a second thought into his secondary plan, the man charged into depths of the room.
After his raid, Damian paused in the center of the gallery for a moment of relief; his eyesight progressively beginning to adjust the darkness while so. Shredded canvases and scattered shards of pottery littered the ravaged area. Not even a little bit of blood was left on the blade, but snippets of silk. At least he had now a better advantage of finding Deception… or so he thought before he was practically pounced upon.
A pair of claws pierced through the skin of Damian’s shoulders as he had left himself vulnerable. Unfortunately for Deception, Damian had reflexively struck him with Calypso’s blunt edge an instant after registering the stabbing pain. The Ogzor immediately vanished from view once more, strengthening for his next assault. Hoping Deception was still near; the key was vigorously swung about. But due to the blood seeping out of his shoulder, Damian's clasp on Calypso was loosened and the key was hurled at the door.
“My, my, a tad bit late on your throw, don’t you think?” Deception chuckled tauntingly, his voice resonating from the behind the key-holder. Damian hastily spun about to the voice, his fists defensively raised as he tread backwards to regain his weapon. Due to unintentional mistake of taking a step too far back, Calypso was pushed beneath and onto the opposite side of the locked entrance.
“Damn it,” Damian gasped, escaping from his silent prison. And before he could have the slightest acknowledgment of his capability to speak, Damian was pinned up against the door.
The hallway was immediately then flooded with a bloodcurdling scream.
Oh God, where is Calypso?! Damian violently kneed Deception in the stomach, desperately trying to push him off, but the beast’s jaw remained locked on the limb. I need her! The fangs drove in deeper, multiplying the excruciating sting. Where is she?! Deception pulled his head back gradually, a chunk of muscle clasped in his mouth. I can’t…! Unable to endure the pain, Damian thrust a wood fragment into the side of the Ogzor’s throat. The air instantly grew heavy with an unpleasant metallic aroma.
☆ End of Round One ☆