David stood there, his red eyes almost glowing in the mist that covered them. He shut them for one second, just to get the feel of the area where he stood. The cool night's air was calming, but something in the back of his head told him, it wasn't going to last for long. Suddenly, the low sound of a knife cutting into the air came, and as fast the sound came, so did the cold steel of a knife come into his back. Without a whisper of sound, David stumbled forward. "Huh, there you are." He said to himself, then with a sudden burst of speed David pulled out his knife and spun around, slashing his knife across the chest of his opponent, then he quickly pulled out his gun and pointed it at whoever was smart enough to give him a new scar.

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Three bullets. Three shots. But no hits. David stayed where he stood, a grin rested upon his face, looking aroun for any kind of life. However he saw nothing, the air just became thick and heavy, it was tastless however his stomach didn't react well with the air. He could even feel the life draining from him. He'd realised that he wasn't doing much but standing around wasting time and life. So David made his way forward gripping both his knife and gun. As David crept forward he didn't see much of his opponent, however his opponent would be able to just see him. Through the mist it could be seen David was dressed in a black suit and blood red tie, words of a forgotten language drawn up his arms, a black glove over his left handand finally an upside down cross hung around his neck. This clothing mixed with how tall he was and his red eyes, almost made him look like the devil himsel.

Yukine was cautious as he made his way further into the forest, circling around a bit to try and stay to his opponent's right side peripheral vision - when people were in unfamiliar territory, they most often went left, an odd instinct but there nonetheless. Carefully, he aimed into the dense fog. It was now he was thankful for his family basically living in the arctic; he was used to thick, rolling morning fogs and could easily identify the dark shadow that was his opponent. If it had been some firey hell-terrain he would have been at a loss and disadvantage. There was cause to be cautious however, as he didn't know his opponent's strengths or weaknesses; thus he cautiously kept to the shadow of a tree as he waited for just the right moment to attack.

Wait.

... Wait... one more step...

Yukine peered out from around the tree, hiding the glow of his hands as he grabbed the surrounding fog with a bit of magic, and pulled. It came together easily into a hard crystal of ice, and with a twitch of a hand, flew with the force of a train wreck directly at David, the ice shard easily piercing the odd mists.

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