The dagger clanked off of Earia's armor, and a small spark shot into the air. "My armor is made of it too.. But can't you see that you are faster? More powerful?" she suggested. "If an opponent has armor, try to slash at the person's openings and or flaws in the armor." she smirked, and looked down at the girl. "I'll change my armor, for this one has no weaknesses." she suddenly appeared in silver armor, her chest slightly exposed. "Try now."
Darcel nodded, and bent onto the floor. A demon erupting from his back.
The demon had black hair, and curly ram like horns. His skin was bright red, for his body was made of blood. "Hello master.." his voice was deep and soft, and very alluring.