An old house in the nicer part of town.

Andy and Ozzy appeared on the front lawn of the house. "This is your show Ozzy, how do you want to handle it?"

Ozzy replied, "Basically, I figure you're the real threat here. I can't really do anything to him that he can't get back up from. So, essentially, I distract him, then you 'poof' in behind him and do your thing. I figure if you just charge in with me, odds are he might try to banish you or something so as to cut me off from support, at least for a little while. Even if Vic can summon you back from Hell, you'd still be out of the fight for a bit, which would be bad."

Andy nodded. "Alright you go in I'll hang back and then pop in at the first available opportunity.

Ozzy nodded, before he started scanning the house, and the door. Just because he figured there was a trap didn't mean he had to blindly walk into it, after all. That, and he wanted to make sure LeCarde was actually in there. Wouldn't do to go kicking down the door of an innocent suburban family, now would it?

Ozzy senses Lecarde waiting inside.

Ozzy brought up a force-shield on his left arm and charged at the door, using the armor's added mass to turn himself into a sort of human battering ram. If he was going to be a proper distraction, he'd have to make a good show of it, after all.

As Ozzy came barreling in Ozzy saw Lecarde standing in the middle of the parlor both hands in his suit jacket pockets. "Nice entrance." And with that he took his left hand out of his pocket revealing a wicked looking claw with a sigil on the palm. A demons claw. He held out the claw and the sigil began glowing and before Ozzy could react the two of them disappeared.

Ozzy now finds himself in a giant replica of the coliseum made from pure obsidian. Ozzy could feel the familiar crushing despair of hell bearing down on him.

Darius stood a good distance from Ozzy dressed now in black armor. "Did you think me a fool? Did you really think I wouldn't sense your demon friend? Did you think I wouldn't have a plan? Did you think I wouldn't anticipate you bringing in back up. You humiliated me twice not through skill or power but through trickery and guile but I have emptied your bag of tricks. Your allies are not here. Its just you. And me."

Ozzy looked around, a bit surprised at the fact that LeCarde had 'ported them elsewhere.

"A Coliseum in Hell, huh? Nice. All I saw last time I was here was nature-y stuff. I didn't know there was something like this. I guess Dante was right. Well, when in Dis..." he said before forming a runesword in his right hand, lifting it high.

"We who are about to kick ass salute you! I dunno about that other guy, though. He's about to get owned, he might want to go have a cry first," he called to whatever crowd may have been present with a smirk.

There is a single watcher in the emperors seat but all Ozzy can make out is a patch of darkness with bright yellow eyes. Laughter emanates from it.

Darius smiled. "I'm going to enjoy squeezing the life out of you. THicker armor I see, but a snail can still be cooked within its shell." ANd with that he thrust forward with his demonic claw and a gout of flame went straight at Ozzy.

Ozzy chuckled and brought his shield up, the flames dispersing on the magical forcefield.

"Bitch, please, I've kicked the ass of better than you. I've danced with Cao Yin, the right hand of Konnish, and all his Thriller-style horde. Not to mention Konnish himself. You're nothing but a low-class, no-talent hack who has to go sucking off demon lords to get any kind of magical power. How much demonic spooge did you have to guzzle down for this little parlor trick, huh?" he taunted, as he increased the size and power of the shield.