The city of Lomedor...so many people wandering the streets at night, so many people forced to defend themselves against the thieves and other dregs of society that come out. So many people, none of them noticing him.

What 'he' was was a creature similar to a humanoid dragon, jet-black with glowing red, slitted eyes. Once known in the past in the Underworld as Drake among his fellow demons, something had happened once to get him kicked out of his home. He'd saved an angel.

Perhaps he was just tired of the same old thing day after day. Perhaps she'd affected his mind very slightly somehow, which was almost hinted at the last time he'd met her during the time he was Lance. Of course, he knew full well that he was only now Drake temporarily, and would return to being Lance once this night was done, but he planned to enjoy himself until then, as the demon he once was.

Jumping down from the pointed rooftop he'd been standing easily atop of, he slammed a fist into the ground as he landed, an earth-shattering strike that did just that within a ten-foot radius around him, breaking apart the fronts of two houses and knocking everyone nearby to the ground. If only this was like his days in the demon realm, where his targets would fight back...though there was always that possibility that one would step forward. If not, he'd simply have to destroy until one did, and then kill them after that had he the time. To just kill was dull...he liked to have a challenge.

Cities, people, ports, nothing new for Azlateen. He'd seen it all in his travels, but this city was a little more than the others. The others had just this as Lomedor, but this one was more bustling, and a lot more excitement at night. So far he'd taken a glance at about 2 fights between drunk kids, and they were really funny the way they were wasted. One just fell taking a swing, and the other fell right on top of him trying to block it.

Az shook his head with a chuckle and kept walking on, checking out all the night life. This was his kind of entertainment, all the calm bustle in the night. No one cared who you were, no one cared what you were like, and no one cared whether you were there or not. His black eyes darted around with a content closed lip smile on his face, looking at all the groups of friends, just having a good time. It was great seeing this once again, as he never got enough of it at other places. It was relaxful, yet his silent wish for a fight never left his comfort.

He passed a fruit stand and picked up an apple, and took a bite and heard a boom not too far away. A couple screamed of what it seemed of freight, but soon that scream turned into laughter. It was amazing to Az how something like that was taken so lightly. Maybe it was normal, and someone was just letting off a cannon or something. But he thought he'd check it out anyway. He turned a corner, eating on his apple as he traced where the sound came from. He saw a group of people scatter past him, and started getting excited. He spun around and watched them run in horror, and turned back around and saw someone standing in the middle of the street, destruction around him.

He chuckled and took a last big bite from his apple and tossed it aside. To him, the guy looked like he was out for a challenge, and Az figured he'd give it to him. Why not? He thought to himself swallowing the bite of apple, and dashed forward.

He turned to a building and leaped up the walls, pushing himself off into the air, and descended down across straight at the guy with a punch back and ready to strike when he got the chance. His black eyes stared hard at dude, his dreadlocks flying behind him. He didn't say a word or grunt in the effort of jumping off of a wall, since challenges come silently.

The boom came as a sudden startlement to Xlyesia, and he quickly dashed in between an alleyway. He seemed to not have been followed, so he leaped into the air, and caught the edge of the railing on the side of an apartment. He pulled himself up, and trudged toward the north end of the complex. He peered over the side of the house, totally aware of his surroundings. The loud, frightening crash had come from what appeared to be two halflings of a foreign race. Xlyesia was unsure of the two beings' strengths, so sat himself upright on the edge of the building, speculating the fight.

They both have confidence and determination to win battles, and it also looks like they both know what they are doing, Xlyesia thought A fight wouldn't do any harm to Lomedor. Besides, it's not like it is anything out of the ordinary. If it gets out of hand, I'll interfere. Xlyesia just sat there, swinging his legs like an adolescent. Just then, rainfall entered Lomedor.

Hmm, fantastic. Xlyesia thought to himself, sarcastically. Ah well, I still have a clear view of them two. Xlyesia stood upright, and put his mouth ajar to the rain. The rain seemed to seep through his gums as it entered his mouth. After his parchment was finished, he sat himself back down, and observed the two fighters. The constant pitter-patter of rainfall could be heard throughout Lomedor as Xlyesia watched the two square off...

Glancing over in the direction that he felt someone approaching, as opposed to all the people nearby that were making their way away from him, Drake smirked lightly. A challenger, perhaps? Hopefully so, or they'd sorely regret making their way through the retreating crowd to see what the commotion was about.

For a few moments the demon simply seemed to stand there, not apparently paying attention to anything going on around him, though he knew well enough what was. How fitting that it was to rain on a night such as this, when the darkness in him had once again made itself known to all. Not as him, perhaps, but as the demon he once was.

Feeling his challenger indeed approach, Drake rose his left foot about an inch off the ground, so that there would be nothing to hold it back from moving quickly, and ducked down rapidly as the fist came toward him, kicking his left leg back and sending himself into a low flip that sent the back of the very same leg toward his challenger's arm, then catching himself while his back was flat in respect to the ground, letting his leg continue its swing while using his arms and right leg to propel himself back. A quick attack then retreat out of range...it wasn't often that he'd resorted to such things, but perhaps after years of relative boredom in fights, excluding those battles against his powerful demon kin, he'd have an actual challenge.

Xoco leaned against the building with a drink in his hand, watching the nightlife of Lómëdor pass by around him. People bustled through the streets with different things to do. A mother carried her crying child through the streets. A group of rowdy sailors that were in port stumbled drunkenly down the road. A horse-mounted merchant trotted by only inches from Xoco.

Xoco enjoyed spending time in the city, especially in this district, where there was always a little excitement to be had. But tonight, there was apparently even more excitement than normal. He heard a bone-jarring impact down the street from him. Unfettered, he turned his head half-heartedly to see what was the matter. “Probably just some humans sorting out their own problems,” he thought. He waited until the crowd dashing away from the impact point had cleared slightly, and caught a glimpse of something he didn’t expect. It was a demon, a shadow fiend by the looks of it. Xoco thought he recognized this demon in particular, but he couldn’t place him.

Deciding that he had nothing better to do, he quietly began to stroll closer to the commotion to get a better look at the demon. He noticed two other warriors also moving in on the demon. He hung back in the crowd slightly, allowing himself to blend with the chaos around him. He finally managed to get a good look at this demon’s face, and realized that he did indeed know him. He had been in the crowd when he had been banished for… what was it again? He shrugged. It had been a century ago and he had forgotten. But he did remember the sword work, and he remembered to be wary of it.

Xoco decided to wait and watch how the fight might unfold between the warriors and this banished demon. It would at least be some entertainment for the evening, if not a chance to bring a fallen kinsman back to the darkness.

((Lance, that took me so long to figure out what he did lol))

Az watched carefully as the other guy flipped quickly and throw what seemed like a flipping axe kick to his punch, and prepare to srping back. Az smirked in that spilt second time frame as he descended on the other guy. He took his punching arm, which was his right, and quickly threw it around the other guys leg, catching hold of it and pulling him back, but instead throwing himself forward. Here was a closed position between fronts, so he took his free arm and threw a punch, since it was hard to throw a kick back at a counter like his. Even if the punch was redirected, Az was pretty sure he was going to land on the other guy, and slam into the ground hard with his velocity aimed at him. He never noticed any spectators, since they just distracted him, depending on who they were. But if he found out that this was the same one spying on him for a time now, oh he'd be mad...

(sorry, didn't think it would be that complicated to figure out)

Smirking lightly as his opponent's arm wrapped around his leg near the ankle, Drake whipped his right foot up, kicking it off from the ground in a wide kick to deflect this next punch and aim the side of his foot right toward the man's face. As a result, it sent himself into a quick spin, freeing his other leg from its hold.

Sharp claws digging into the ground and stopping his spin abruptly at about 180 degrees, keeping it from being even a single full spin, he pulled himself forward, neither arms nor legs ever showing any signs of struggling or anything of the like, simply remaining smooth, perhaps slightly scaled, built up not of muscles but only of pure dark energy. Thrust forward, in the opposite direction of his current opponent, quickly and low to the ground, Drake beat his wings once lightly, catching a foot on the ground and glad for his tail to assist in balance on the wet ground, steadily becoming slippery from the light downfall of rain. Pivoting just as quickly as he'd escaped on that foot, he faced his opponent, aware of two onlookers but hardly with the time to concern himself with them, blood-red, faintly glowing, slitted eyes locked on the one before him, who had stepped up for the challenge.

Az felt the other guys leg get free, and his punch deflected with a kick, and the kick made contact with his face, qutie painfully too. He just let his head move, and snap back towards his opponent. Since he was close to the ground and nothing soft to land on, he quickly flipped forward, his feet hitting the ground and pushing himself up into a standing position. That was fun. He thought to himself.

He put up his gaurd, and started bouncing on his toes, watching his opponent with his pure black eyes. He saw that the other guy had glaring red eyes, and figured he too was a demon. He grinned. He waited for the other to make a move, since it was him that made the first move. "Name's Az." He introduced keeping still now, his gaurd still up.