Sirrus jumped onto another branch, noticing Cries Following him. Sirrus passe Naomi, and jumped back to kick Creis's face with the heel of his boot. Afterwards, Sirrus jumps down to where Naomi is. Thunder stuck another tree, causing it to fall right next to Sirrus.

Creis was hit in the jaw, causing a small fracture. He spit blood from his mouth, anger burning in his eyes. Creis dropped to the ground and dashed at Sirrus from behind. As the tree fell, Creis slashed horizontally at Sirrus' ribs.

Sirrus uses his arm to block the blade. the sword dug into his arm. Sirrus cringed, then removed the blade from his arm. he jumped to Creis's side, and aimed for his neck with his claws.

Creis jumped at Sirrus, his claws meeting Creis' armor. The claws jabbed into his chestplate, though they could not meet skin. Creis spit more blood from his mouth, his arm still bleeding ever so slightly from Sirrus' arrows. He attempted to kick Sirrus with one boot, while slashing at his ribs with his sword.

Nate was shocked. The two fighters were battling with a ferocity born of rage. The girl had wisely decided not to engage. She wouldn't have lasted five seconds in that tumult. Nate took a mouthful of popcorn and continued to watch.

OOC:You do know this is a 1 vs. 1 vs. 1, and the RPers have already filled that? BTW where did he get the popcorn? 'Cause only Fyle can pull stuff out of (insert copyrighted word here).

Surging power into his arm, he pushed the claws in further, the claws got warmer and warmer, until they were white hot. Sirrus tried to push the claws further. then was stunned by the sharp pain in his side. he had notice that he'd been struck. he looked at the blade. his blood rolled over it. he pushed the claws further, trying to hold himslef up. "You'll Pay for that!" he yelled as the rain steamed against his claws.

Creis grabbed Sirrus' arm, trying to hold it back. He sheathed his sword and punched at Sirrus' jaw with as much force as he could muster.

Sirrus took a direct hit, taking a moment to regain himself. He removed his claw from creis's chest, and quickly grabbed Creis's sword and ran off, Sirrus slid to look at Creis. he threw the sword as far into the forest as possible. "Now what do you have?" Sirrus asked "Nothing, right?"

[[How can you steal a sheathed sword? It's attached to him.]]

[[Slide it out of the sheath while running]]

OOC: My auto-hit senses are tingling.

[[But, how could he do it that effortlessly? He'd have to get behind Creis, then grab the sword hilt, pull it up, then run with it. Not saying he can't grab it, just make it realistic.]]

Oh wait, Its on your back? I thought it was on your side.
...
New post:
Sirrus took a direct hit, taking a moment to regain himself. using his other hot claw, he swung at Cries's ribs, while still trying to push his other claws further. "Let this be it." he whispered to himself.

Creis took his free hand and grabbed Sirrus' other arm, slowing down their movement. Creis was able to slow them considerably, but they still made their advance, pushing deeper and deeper into his armor. He feared the burn of Sirrus' claws if they touched his skin. He had to think fast. He kicked at Sirru's shin again, hoping to stop him for even a split second, which would allow him to evade the claws.