[[So wait, if I say that's okay, is that the end of the fight?]]

OCC: Oh, no, no... We'd continue back wherever we come out due to some residual influence left over from being in hell. It won't let us just stop fighting.

[[But only Nate went through. Therefore the battle would end.
That's a gay way to end. >_>]]

OOC: Ummm, the portal's still open. Read my last post.

[[Happy now!? I'm f*** posting.]]

Creis watched in shock as Nate disappeared through the vortex. He stared at it for a few seconds, until the gears in his head began moving again. "What the?" he asked himself quietly. He was determined not to let Nate escape. He ran into the portal, running at full speed to escape before it closed.

OOC: WTF? What's eating you?

When Nate rematerialized, he found that all his wounds were gone, obviously a side-effect of leaving hell. He found himself in a dense junge, and there was no sign of the myterious white cat. Nate climbed to the top of the nearest tree to get a better vangage point, failing to notice that the portal was still open...

Creis' body began to go under tremendous pressure as he entered the portal. He lost his footing and began to tumble through the air. The pressure pushed against his body, curling him into a human ball. The metal plates of his armor collided against each other, worsening the effect. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, when he suddenly felt the pressure begin to lighten. He uncurled himself to see that he was breaking apart. His fingers were slowly blown away as if they were dust. HE was dematerializing.
He reappeared in a dense jungle. Creis stretched his muscles from the cramps of curling into a ball. "How the..." Creis never finished his sentence, as he noticed Nate standing in a nearby tree. Creis had to make a quick decision. If he went after Nate, that white cat may come back and revive him, or, attack Creis. Creis sighed, he had escaped Hell, or so it seemed. "It may just be an illusion," he thought. He unsheathed his sword, slowly removing it from his back. He picked up a stine, a nice, round, medium sized stone, and threw it at Nate's head.

Unfortunately for Nate, he was not looking in the right direction when Creis threw the rock. He was still looking around, and he saw the rock at the last possible moment. He attempted to duck out of the way, but it was too late, and the rock skimmed his forehead, leaving a small gash. Holding his hand to his head, he saw Creis standing down below. He didn't know why he wanted to continue the battle, seeing as they had escaped from he...
An unexpected shot of anger surged through Nate, reigniting his lust for combat. He jumped from the tree, landing in front of Creis. He produced an axe from his bag, hefting it above his head menacingly.
"So, you wanna play that way, huh?" He said sardonically.

Creis chuckled deviously, a small smirk taking his face. "What exactly do you plan on doing with that thing?" he asked, holding his sword ready for a blow. "That thing is too heavy for you to cause me any harm. You'll just end up with your stomach sliced about 5 times before you can even swing it down." Creis' smirk faded to a straight face. "So, if that's how you want it." "I suggest," he said quietly, "you watch your back." As he uttered these words, he jumped back to avoid a swing from Nate's axe, though he was confident he could dodge any attack from something that sluggish.

OOC: Nate's still in the tree and Nate hasn't even swung the axe yet, so I'll just ignore the part about Creis dodging.

Now it was Nate's turn to smirk. Creis obviously had no idea as to the genious behind his weapons. As if Doc would make just any ordinary axe. No, the technology in Nate's weapons was much more sophisticated than a handle and a blade. His weapons had been made hollow so that they could become compact, and the material was light, though extremely strong. These two features combined to make a sturdy weapon that was easy to wield as well. From his vantage point in the tree, Nate sent his axe spinning through the air in Creis's direction.