[Moon-lit Moor]

Even with the moon glowing brightly overhead, it does little to inhibit the pleasant darkness of the night. Well, pleasant for those who like such things. Twirling his sword in his hand, wreathed in black flames, Damon lets out a hissing chuckle as he hops out from a ditch and reaches forward with one hand, sending streams of black fire spreading along the ground to cut off the hound's path. The fire draws in what little light there is, threatening to swiftly plunge the area into absolute darkness - an ideal arena for the zern. "Excellent timing, little demon. I wasss jussst ssstarting to get hungry."