Darian smashed his fist together, jumping out of the way of the shadows, barely dodging them. setting back his stance before a magic circle appeared over his right hand again. "disease magic: plague winds" darian muttered the winds began to pick up slightly and a strange smell of rotting flesh and the a sight warmth. Instantly jumping in to throw a punch at his foe, jumping from a wall on to the building, running towards his foe to throw a kick. "You can hold your breathing all you want but the plague will get to you faster now" he said with a smile. The smell didn't bother him, darian was used to it. He was literately born in the bodies of the contaminated so it was the first thing he smelled. The spell he had used brought the sickness to there foes quicker than than usual.