Almost... there...!" Testament gasped as an energy wave appeared suddenly within his limited field of vision and streaked toward his location. There were two options at this point, one of which entailed dropping into Hell bound in chains. Reluctantly, he chose the other option. "Damn it!" he yelled, summoning his wings. At the last possible moment, he leapt with all of his leg strength, simultaneously flapping his wings with tremendous force. Testament rocketed into the air and out of the dust, his wings pinned to his sides as he continued to rise. Finally, at the crest of the ascension, he unfurled his wings to their full span and held himself there, thirty feet in the air, glaring down at his opponent. "That's twice you caught me by surprise," he growled, loud enough to be heard but soft enough to reflect his contempt, "but know that I, Hell's Violin, will not be taken a third time." Testament whipped around and glided to the crest of the hill that had been behind him when he was standing on the rock. Upon landing, he dispelled his wings and initiated Spirit Extension into Violince. The strings glowed momentarily before returning to normal, a sign of successful extension. "I will now preform for you a rhapsody unlike any you have ever heard." With that, he began playing the first notes of Angelic Arrows. Flashes of light began to twinkle in the sky. The twinkles steadily grew as they approached the Earth until finally they burst through the sparse clouds in streams of energy that rocketed toward Testament's opponent, each "arrow" following one second behind the one before it.

"So," Testament's opponent called above the roar of the arrows, "You are a seraph. I remember when I assumed that form, not too long ago. But your angelic appearance has no effect on me; I've fought demons that could chill your blood."

"Make no mistake," Testament said over the melody of his attack, "I am no angel. When a seraph falls from grace, he becomes a demon with only one possible final destination."

He continued to play his violin as his opponent ducked and dodged this way and that to avoid the celestial energy. The being deflected one of the arrows right at Testament, causing him to scoff in indignation. "You think to use my own attack against me?!" he cried as the arrow came steadily closer. Just as the arrow was about to connect, he lifted the bow from the strings immediately dispelling the attack. However, his smirk morphed into angrily gnashed teeth as his opponent's follow up attack became apparent. Testament yanked the bow out of harm's way, but his right arm was not so lucky. He ground his teeth in agony as the cold tips of the blades connected with and cut the crook of his elbow. The cut wasn't so deep as to limit function, but it still hurt quite a lot. Teeth bared, he pivoted on his right foot counter-clockwise and brought his left foot upward into a roundhouse kick aimed at his opponent's head, then scampered away to another hill to resume Angelic Arrows.

Aw hell, transformation?! The question of whether a change in color scheme would be the only difference in Testament's opponent was answered as the being began approaching him twice as quickly. Seeing as he was currently running uphill with his opponent coming out of the sky directly behind him, there was only one avenue of escape possible: the exact opposite direction. Though his knowledge of the anatomy and physiology of his opponent was lacking, Testament's expertise in the field of physics was heavenly. Being on the ground, he had the advantage of solid-to-solid friction to get himself turned around as compared to his opponent having to rely on air-resistance and its own, anatomical agility. However, timing was crucial. If he dodged backward too soon, his opponent could easily pull a 180 without worrying about crashing into the hill. Pull back too late, and his route would be cut off. Time it just right, and in theory his opponent would have to pull out of the dive to avoid a crash and prepare for a second assault, giving Testament valuable time to prepare an assault of his own.

As he ran, he put the bow under his left arm and with his right hand undid the neck clasp of his cloak, keeping the cloak in place with his right hand. When he felt the time had come, Testament dug his heels into the ground, whipping himself around and simultaneously letting go of his cloak, allowing its momentum to keep carrying it in the direction he had been headed. This would hopefully accomplish two things: one, it would eliminate a source of drag, allowing him to perform his escape with even greater speed. Two, it had the potential to distract and confuse his opponent with the sudden splitting of directions. Testament went straight into a top speed dash down hill, the wind from his opponents sword whistling immediately overhead. It was apparent that he wasn't too late, but there was still the slim chance that his foe's anatomical agility was great enough to avoid a crash without pulling out of its dive. In either case, Testament would have to take initiative. He roughly estimated his remaining Seraphic Energy at 90% and his remaining time for Spirit Extension at about fifty minutes. He decided to continue with the lightly draining Angelic Arrows until he could develop a better strategy, and once again the familiar melody began to sound across the plains as arrows rained from the sky.

Not good, too close, Testament thought as his opponent shot another energy blade at him from only a few feet away. He barely managed to duck the attack, breathing a small sigh of relief as he felt the breeze from the wave gently caress his hair. His relief was short lived, however, as his eyes caught a silver glint floating gracefully to the ground. A second later the sun caught the object just right, revealing it to be a silver strand of hair.

The music stopped. Testament raised himself back to full height, his face pointed downward and hidden by his hair. He turned and raised his face just enough to glare at his opponent from beneath his bangs. "You... you cut my hair..." he said softly, his eyes widening into a murderous gaze, "This next melody is dedicated to you, my freakish friend. Death... delivered in song... a graceful end not befitting one of your monstrous features." Testament broke into a wild grin as he continued, "But it would seem I have no choice! Feel honored... feel honored, THEN DIE!!" He returned the bow to his instrument, this time bouncing it across the strings. Boom Boom Beat Rush had begun. To avoid being surprised like last time, he decided to stay where he was and observe the actions of his opponent.