<em>Now's my chance!</em>Ieremiah stepped forward from the crowd of Outworld fighters, trying to remain as calm as possible before the kombat began. "I will  accept her challenge... and change her mind," he declared, fingering the hilts of both of his blades.<br/><br/>He was an intimidating sight, decked out in a suit of black leather armor, reinforced with chain and studs in a few places, mostly on the cuirass and pauldrons. His cloak swirled sinisterly behind him, and his raven-black hair was being tossed here and there by the breeze. His visible flesh was pale, paler even than Ayumi. Some might have even called it chalky in hue.<br/><br/>The vampire locked his eyes with his opponent's, crimson-gold staring somewhat menacingly into dark brown. His tongue flicked out, longer than the normal human tongue, and licked his lips. A few drops of blood still dotted it almost imperceptibly from where he had pricked it on his fangs earlier. "I am the monster in the dark," he said as he drew his kilij. "And this isn't a fairytale." He brought the blade up and ran his tongue along the flat of his sword. If he imagined hard enough, he could remember the taste of his previous victims still staining the sword.<br/><br/>In the back of his head, Ieremia kept his poisoned dagger in mind.<em>Maybe a quick throw at the beginning of the match would be a viable attack. Lodge it in her, get an unhealthy dose of the poison coursing through her veins... Yes, that could work.</em>