Sirrus slid his leg back, being able to put more pressure on his claws, and dodging Creis's attack.

Creis retracted his leg, though before he was completely back on two feet, he raised his other leg and kicked right at Sirrus' crotch area while he was still vulnerable.

Sirrus gets hit, and thrusts his claws down the armor, slicing it. "Cheap shot." ha says, regaining his stance. "Don't think this will be over anytime soon!" Sirrus yells. he ices over the fire, then sends a shock through it. Sirrus jumps at Cries, attmpting to slash him where ever he can.

"You f*** cut my armor!" Creis yelled, enraged that his armor was slashed. Creis pulled out his sword, countering gthe first blow, parrying the second. He was then slashed across the face, blood beginning to trickle down his face. Creis jumped, sword raised high, and attempted to kick Sirrus in the face, sword held ready to counter any retaliation.

Naomi grabbed on to Creis's arm to stop him from swinging his sword then jumped in front of Sirrus "Stop this, you'll both end up dead!" She cried "Do you even know WHY your fighting?!"

[[s***, that's some nice auto-hitting ya got there.]]

Creis growled. "Let go of me, b****," Creis says, breaking free of Naomi's grip, "This man needs to be taught a lesson, and I need some information from him."

In spite of himself, Nate laughed, pieces of popcorn flying out of his mouth. These two warriors were battling like experts, and the girl was trying to stop them!? He was right: this wa getting interesting.

Sirrus stood up. "Forgivness won't be so easy." Sirrus says. "But you two are both probally here for the same as I am. We won't be able to leave the forest without it, so, what so you propose we do? I say we settle it, once and forever." Sirrus pulls out his crossbow. "Now stand aside or you both die!" Sirrus yelled.

"I'm not afraid of that toy," Creis said boldly. "Naomi is it? Help me take this guy out!" Creis said in ambition. He swiped his sword upward, starting at the bottom of Sirrus' ribs, attempting to disable, or atleast weaken, his movement.

Nate heard Creis's statement with surprise. If those two ganged up on the other guy, the battle would be over much too quickly. He thought about intervening, but decided against it, letting things take their course.

Sirrus fired a bolt at Cries's chest, directly at his heart. If failed, Sirrus jumps back at runs. If successful, Sirrus fires another shot at Creis's leg.

The arrow struck Creis directly in the chestplate, though even at close range, the arrow did not pierce his skin. Creis pursued Sirrus, sword held at the ready. "Nice try," Creis said mockingly. While running, Creis picked up a medium sized stone, and threw it at the back of Sirrus' leg, attempting to break it, or atleast trip him.

Sirrus tripped over the rock, he quickly turned around and pounced at Creis, aiming for his abdomen, covering as much of his head and body as he could with his other arm.

As Sirrus neared him, Creis thrust his sword at Sirrus' outstretched arm, holding back his other hand in a fist should he miss with his sword.

Sirrus attempted to pull his arm back, the blade slicing his arm aas he did. Sirrus stood up, and made his claws fire again. in the raging storm, Sirrus thrust his arm down and when his claws met the sword, the metal of Creis's blade began to melt.