(OOC: I am ending it...short but it was a good fight. PM me or talk to me if you want to start another)

Vincent threw his sword at Ovans feet but Ovan did not even pay it any mind and vicent almost seemed to teleport behind Ovan in the air. Vincent was coming down with a punch that absolutly radiated energy. But Ovan turned at the speed of sound and as Vincent was in the air Ovan pulled his gun once again and fired....however there was no ammo in the clip. "Die! *Click* What oh no!" Ovan looked up just in time to be smashed in the face by the hammering fist of power that came from vincents hand.

Ovan lay in the dirt...defeated but not dead. Ovan picked up his cross neckless. "Why my lord have I forsaken you...I am sorry." As Ovan lay there Vincent walked over to his enemy. Vincent had no real fighting power left...and was almost as weakend as Ovan. Ovan looked at his enemy and saw behind him a ghostly figure clothed in a dark robe and whereing a hode covering his face. "Oh damed soul walowing in your sin. Bringing plague and terror to those who are inocent...Perhaps it is time to die."

"Wait I know! You are the Grim Reaper! STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
Ovan pulled his gun in terror and again forgot it had no ammo. He quickly shoved a clip in and fired reapetedly at the shadowy figure, every shot fasing through the monster.
"NOOOOO!"
Vincent stared in confusion as he witnessed Ovan fire at the air and suddenly his body vanished. Nothing was left except Ovans strange Weapon. Vincent Picked it up and took it with him on his journy, as a momento of the only person alive and now dead who could almost kill him.
Vincent contiuned down the road and carried on his mission...but everytime between the harsh sounds of battle,every quiet time....he can still hear the screaming of Ovan and always remembered him...