"Awwwwwwwwww..." Nate moaned with disappointment. The battle hadn't even lasted that long. If Sirrus survived, it would be up to Naomi to fight him; Not much hope for that idea considering she was unconscious.

[[Nate, no one could survive a sword through the throat.]]

OOC: I said, IF he survived. He might have some deviously nefarious trick up his sleeve... or something.

[[Gwahem:]]

Sirrus quickly changed plans, sliding on the damp floor of the forest, attempting to cut Creis's leg.

[[I am mischevious. ]]

OOC: Gwahem, apparently not.

[[Damn you, Shadow! Now I have to come up with a new post!]]

As Sirru's tried to slide and cut his leg, Creis raised his sword, thrusting it down with great force at Shodw's chest.

"Oooooh..." Nate exclaimed, flinching. That looked like it really hurt.
Claw people in the chest and slash their neck. He added.

Sirrus blocked the sword with his claws, heating them up again.

Creis quickly jumped over Sirrus to avoid any further attack. "This is gonna be much tougher than I thought," he mumbled to himself.

Sirrus Pounced up and turned to face Creis. "We can eithier fight like this forever, or we can form a deal." Sirrus says through heavy breaths(Is that right?).

"I've been waiting for you to answer my question. What. Are. You. Looking. For?" Creis demanded, his breathing was heavy, also. His stance was sluggish, his wounded arm had stopped bleeding, and his face wound had slowed to a trickle.

Nate's face suddenly brightened. Apparently, the two fighters had miraculously recovered from their fatal wounds. He watched as the battle renewed in intensity.

[[Nate, he changed what I thought would have happened, so my previous post never happened.]]

WHY DOES EVERYONE ASSUME SHE'S WEAK?!))
Naomi slowly got up, the barrier had severely hurt her but she wasn't about to give up just yet "I stay out of it and get hurt anyway..." Naomi whispered as she stood up and put her hands together.