THEME: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFMZ3mrmQtkggg

What a shitty week this had turned into. Just seemed like one thing after another. Now here he was facing off against some sort of monster. Or maybe that was just his writer projecting, probably a bit of both. The negativity and just overall bad juju vibes it was exuding were as if the thing was at odds with itself. Even at that distance, Dias could sense every subtle action and impulse, how the surrounding environment reeled from Shin's presence. The instant the creature began its murderous rampage charge towards him, he had likewise picked up his own speed, right foot first to start off into a quick jog. 

He was detached and focused, apathetic as he became like a still pond and silent. His body moved in precise order, the calculated control of every movement revealing the experience of a long time veteran of the battlefield. Those ruby eyes lit up once more, giving him a different perspective of his opponent. Staying close to the ground with both hands gripping the weapon, the blade still poised, positioned behind him but held out a bit further for a longer reach. In the same instant they both started closing the gap between one another, Dias had been secretly bending the energy within his own body, reinforcing muscle tissue, joints and bones. Enhancing his physical attributes without telegraphing it, careful not to reveal anything. Deception was a key principle in war...

He maintained a steady pace, more allowing his opponent to come to him instead. Observing the man-beast-thing closely, watching for that one moment. Patiently. Then, at the exact instant Shin came to his abrupt stop and anchored himself to the ground, the opening finally presented itself.

20 feet out. That second pair of arms appeared. The sight of it didn't phase Dias in the least, having encountered similar in the past. Its motion was an iconic quickdraw he was likewise all too familiar with. He knew immediately what sort of dirty game it was looking to play here. By the time it was already committed to the act, however, he dashed forward and dropped down to get within striking range with the scythe while simultaneously dodging Shin's own attack. The lethal timing of the execution, holding back until the very last moment to avoid a sudden change in trajectory.

The spray of bullets would miss entirely, going above him as he came in from below, skidding across the ground with his knee digging in. But a torn up pant leg didn't really matter, he was exactly where he wanted to be. Why it didn't bother to aim lower made very little sense, having given Dias plenty of clearance to duck the shots. Shin was defended on either side with its other set of arms on top alright, but there was one fatal opening... That red hot blade turned upward and before Shin could even be given the chance to holster the pistol it came straight up, aimed right at his groin and threatening to cleave his manhood asunder and onward, looking to sear clean through the creature's pelvis, guts and ribcage. 

At that same time, however, the weapon also began to pulsate strangely from Dias' touch as those eyes of his continued to burn with the atmosphere around his body reacting... 

The Narrian merely flashed a grin.