Nate jumped away with a gutteral hiss, baring his teeth as he lunged yet again, this time with a thrust meant to disect Creis's heart.

Creis countered the move, slightly adjusting the height of his blade's position. He held fast, pushing with equal force. Creis had spent a year in Hell and was nowhere near the slightest bit happy to see the bastard that had sent him there. With his free hand, he balled a fist and aimed a punch at Nate's face, his metal gauntlets sure to fracture the jaw at the least.

OOC: By the way, reffering to your post in the last battle, having your heart crushed is a physical death.

Nate swerved his head out of the way, then, turning his head to the right, aimed a savage bite right at Creis's arm. There was no pattern behind his actions, only a brutal hatred that fueled his actions.

OOC: By the way, I know that Nate is going to shatter his teeth on his Creis's armor or something.

[[Yeah, well, atleast you let things happen to your character, unlike Tooner. >_>]]

Creis allowed Nate to bite his arm. The bite did nothing but chip Nate's teeth. "Still not thinking, eh, Nate?" Creis replied sarcastically. "I'm already in Hell. There's nothing for me to lose now! Let's see just how far a man, or cat, can fall," Creis stated, withdrawing his arm and swiping his sword at Nate's leg, knowing that even if he jumped back, Nate's leg would not retract fast enough,

OOC: Okay, that's pretty close to forcing an autohit.

The sword hit Nate's leg full on, nearly severing it. The sudden pain brought a spark of awareness back to him. He was in heated battle with Creis, but it didn't seem like Creis had attacked him. He knew what had happened, and he was determined not to let it happen again. He rolled back, then, minimizing his sword, he replaced it into his pack in favor of a new cylinder, which broke in half and formed to fighting knives. He pounced at Creis, trying to slash his throat with one knife while holding back his sword with the other.

[[Actually, it's only logical. If he jumped back, his leg would still get caught in the blades path.
OBJECTION! How can he hold his sword if it disappeared into his pack? Contradiction!]]

Cries bent backwards, as if he were playing limbo, causing Nate's knife to hit his chest plate, the sound of metal on metal caused a wretched sound to echo throughout the battle area. The knife was unable to pierce the armor, though it left a long scratch down the plate. Creis grew angrier at Nate. "What the hell do you think your doing, Cat?" he yelled, slashing at Nate's arm.

OOC: I was talking about Creis's sword. And the sword didn't just disappear. It used special technology to collapse into a more compact form.

Nate recoiled his arm instinctively, but wasn't fast enough to keep it from being cut. Creis had a head start due to Nate's frenzy, but Nate knew that he could...
Nate stared with awe and pain as his wounds began to morph and rearrange, only causing more pain. This really was pain. Nate knew he couldn't concentrate with this new sensation for long, but if only he could give Creis just one wound before he collapsed, he knew that he would be subject to the same thing. Nate quickly put away his knives in favor of two similar weapons, similar in size, but more aerodynamic in design. He caused them to heat up to the point at which they should pierce Cries's armor before sending them whistling at him.

[[Wow, how could they heat up in just one post's worth of time? Quick skill godmodding is quick skill godmodding.]]

Creis blocked one of the daggers, the small blade piercing into his blade itself. The other dagger, however, flew straight into the side of his ribs. The dagger pierced his armor, meeting a layer of clothing that it easily ripped through. Creis cried out in pain as the searing metal came in contact with his skin. The dagger was too far to the side to pierce his skin, but it left a powerful burn, cauterizing his cut and stopping the bleeding. Creis pulled the one dagger from his blade, his eyes slightly watering from the burn, and threw it at Nate. As it sailed through the air, Creis jumped back, holding his sword ready.

OOC: Okay, fine. Thank's for the tip.

Nate used a net of energy to catch the throwing blade and sent another tendril of energy to get the other one, returning them to his pack. The then took out yet another cylinder, which cascaded into a bo staff.

Creis watched as Nate retracted his knives, switching them for a staff. "How many weapon switches are you gonna make?" he asked sarcastically. Creis brandished his sword, a fury of swipes littered the air. "Let's have another go, then," he refuted, running toward Nate, sword held at his side.

Nate spun spun the staff above his head faster and faster, until it was merely a blur. Once Creis was close enough, he swung the top end of the staff at his neck, while the bottom half swerved the other way to hold back his sword.

OOC: The staff is not made of wood, by the way. It is, indeed, metal.

[[Damn, with a staff of metal, centripedal force would send it flying from his hands if it got that fast.
And wait, a staff is a long stick. If he was trying to hit Creis in the neck, it wouldn't be able to block his; ah f*** it. Whatever. ]]

Creis' sword met the bottom end of Nate's staff. The blade dug into the staff, only slightly, but surely. As the top half came down, Creis tried to avoid the metal pole. The staff missed his neck, slamming him in the face. Creis winced in pain as the metal caused his lip to begin bleeding steadily. He balled a fist and aimed a punch at Nate's face, keeping his staff at bay with his sword, though sacrificing a blade attack.

OOC: It may be made of metal, but, since it can fold into itself, that means it has to be hollow, making it light. And, if the pivotal point is the middle of pole, that means that one half of the pole will swing one way while the other half will swing the other way. I'll refrain from using such confusing attacks in the future.

The metal fist surprised Nate and caught him smack in the face. He was sent flying backwards into the far wall. Nate felt the pain in his face, and knew that his cheek bone had been broken. He clutched his face as he approached Cries again.
"Ow." He said, giving a sheepish smile. It hurt.

[[It doesn't matter how complicated the attacks are, just explain how it works.]]

Creis fell backwards a little as the impact of his fist caused such an extreme reaction. He lifted his hand to feel his mouth. He could tell that his jaw was partially cracked, along with a few chipped teeth from the blow. This, of course, did not matter, if he was to spend eternity in this pit. Since Hell lasted forever, he would never die of his wounds. He would have to cripple Nate until the cat couldn't fight anymore, or the battle could go on forever. "So, he's got some deep wounds and now a facial injury," Creis thought, "that means that I may want to cripple his arm, to prevent anymore of those weapon attacks. If I wound one arm, he'll be forced to use his sword. And if he only has one available arm, the swordfight shouldn't last long." Creis grimaced, his face full of pride..and pain. He held his blade ready, preparing for the cat's attack. Creis, too, had lost his sanity soon after realizing he was in Hell, but the year he had spent here had..matured him. He developed into an adolescent, though he had no physical alterations.

Dispite his calm appearance, Nate was panicking inside. He hadn't meant to attack Creis. His rage had had something to do with this place. He cringed as he felt the pain from his badly cut leg and the wound in his arm. He had one consolation. He wouldn't be able to die down here, and he really didn't care if he lost this battle. One thing he did know: he wasn't going down without a fight.

OOC: If it's okay with you,...

IC: Before Nate had a chance to attack Creis again, a blue aura appeared in the battle area. A white cat stepped out, beckoning to Nate.
"Your time has not yet come." He said. "Follow me." The white cat disappeared back through the portal. Nate looked at the portal, then to Creis. Then, as quickly as he could with his injuries, he jumped through the portal and was gone, leaving only the rift behind...

OOC: If that's not okay, just say so.