This is my personal challenge to NintendoJava, to continue where we left off. Do you accept?

If you will allow it, I'd like to use Batt, Hinaru, or Z.Z. for this. If you wil allow me to be the third wheel, sirs.

EDIT: NVM.

No, Sneak. Paws off this one.
But, Nate's alive. How can he fight Creis, who is in Hell(based off of our previous fight)?

OOC: Here's how.

This was it. He looked slugishly at the shaft of metal that jutted through his chest. Not exactly the way he had expected to go. He remembered it all as if in a dream. He had been fighting Chase, some guy with power over wind, on a roof-top. In a place like that, wind power could be a huge advantage in a place like a roof. He had blown Nate off the top. No biggie, right? He could just create an energy disk and fly away. That's just what he did, but Chase didn't let up on the wind. It continued to blast Nate until he lost his balance and tumbled downward, propelled by air, straight into a metal pole. Nate's vision faded away. He found himself in total darkness, then was awakened by a searing sensation on his buttox. He got to his feet, knowing exactly what had happened. I'm dead. He thought morosely. He looked around, looking for... well, anything. What he saw was Creis, that guy he'd fought not too long ago. An uncharacteristic hate took took over Nate's mind. What the!? He thought. That's wierd. This place must be having some enraging effect on me... And that was the last rational thought he had as he blanked out into an uncontrolled frenzy. He aimed with Creis with his energy powers, going for an instant death hit, but found to his dismay that his powers didn't work, for some reason. So he charged directly at Creis, sword poised to strike.

[[The f***? You didn't even say how he died after returning to his dimension.]]

OOC: He died in the Tooner vs Nate vs Sneak'r vs NintendoJava topic.

[[That topic is not canon, dammit!
Besides, I never even accepted the challenge.]]

I fixed it.

[[I still never accepted. -_-]]

Do you accept?

[[If we fight in Hell, it'll never end, as we can't die. Besides, if Nate is good, heroic, and that s***, why is he in Hell?]]

OOC: Okay, fine. How's 'bout you choose where we fight? You know, if you want to.

[[Meh, I guess I accept. I don't have much else to do now.]]

Creis heard a sound behind him, almost like...footsteps. He turned to see Nate running at him. He drew his sword, though confused as to why Nate was here. It had been only a few days on Earth, though a year had passed in Hell. Creis had gained his 20th year, and he became furious as he saw the cat from his past. "Why the hell is he here?" he thought to himself, "I thought he was supposed to be some friendly, hero cat. Heh, guess there's more than meets the eye to this guy." He held his sword ready, prepared to defend from any blow.

Nate, incapable of reason or tactic, slashed wildly at Creis.

[[Incapable. Incapable, Nate.]]

Creis easily dodged Nate's wild slash. "Not a good idea, Nate," he said sarcastically. He smirked and slashed upward with his sword, aiming for Nate's ribcage.