ＬＩＶＥ ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＤＹＩＮＧᴄᴀᴍᴘ ʜᴀʟғ-ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴇᴍɪ-ʟɪᴛ

[asterias]

(Omigosh I think I love you, joey!!!!!! XD -cuddles creed-)

"It's a good choice for others." He said, slightly confused. He dug the flat of the blade against the nape of his neck, the narrow blade made a "snick" sound as it brushed against his hair. "I hope that wasn't an insult." He said, he wasn't sure what he had said in Scottish...Dean was only familiar with Greek and English. He raised a brow at his smile. Dean had seen and given enough flirtatious hints to recognize it. Dear gods, what had this battle turned into? Dean found himself uncomfortable, but not in a horrible way. It was just unusual. "It seems we're at a standstill." He said, leaving his chin raised defiantly from where his blade had pushed it. "I'm not going to settle for a draw." He warned him slyly.

[Joey.]

((Why? XD))

Creed raised a brow, his smile shifting from flirtatious to taunting in a nano-second, "I don't settle for draws either.. And you cannae' find out if it's an insult or not, no?" He said with a dark glint blossoming in his swirling black eyes.
The Scot lifted his chin higher and examined the opponent again, taking in his features before he flicked that gaze back onto the others eyes, raising a dark eyebrow, "If we are at a standstill, I take it that one of us must move first.." He began, the muscles in his whip-scarred back bunching with anticipation.
His anatomically correct wing tattoo seemed ruffled though the black feathers were not textured other than the coloration, but they seemed life-like, the sweat that covered them casting a glow that was all too similar to the feathers of a Raven.

((Translations-
Cannae' - Cannot
))

[asterias]

(Creed is just so perfect for some reason lol)
"Take your sword away." He said slowly. He was too tired to charm speak again, but maybe his words would be the right amount of convincing. He bit his lip and dragged the sword slowly down, the point trailing lightly between Creed'd shoulder blades and around. He took a careful step away from the sword. "Better? Now. Where were we?" He rolled his shoulders and grinned menacingly.

[Joey.]

((Awh, danke. x3))

Creed hesitated but slowly removed his blades, his body tensing and letting out a single violent shudder as the tip of his blade trailed down his shoulder, "I believe we were still in the beginning of our fight," he told him, then turned, walking a bit farther away to get some distance between him.
While turned away, he lifted both arms, stretching them out, his 'wings' fully stretched out.
Turning back, Creed crouched slightly, holding his blades in an odd way that was comfortable to him, "Let us start again?" He proposed, raising a brow at the other.

[asterias]

Dean just raised his blade, eyes narrowed once more. "Sure. Start over. I'm still in the lead. This time, no more tricks, hm? I wanna see what you've really got." He raised his brows and scanned the other's face, looking for hesitation or unease. But he saw only determination and steeliness. "You can start this time." He spoke with a hint of amusement.

[Joey.]

"Well thank you, I love getting permission first," Creed replied rather dryly, then lunged forward, using both blades to his left, at the last moment using his right one to hook around the others neck to trap him while he put the other to his gut(Without actually piercing it.)

[asterias]

"You just can't resist getting up close and personal." He commented. He batted his eyelashes sarcastically and not his lip. Sure, he was playing with him. But it was fun, no? The blades were aligned,
His arm under the one touching his abdomen. He knew he couldn't step back, but...in a swift motion, he raised his blade, knocking the one on his stomach aside, as he ducked around and behind the other. The clang of the blades had been loud, and his ears rang slightly. He was behind Creed, an aura of death radiating off the man made him shiver slightly.

[Joey.]

Creed grinned, "You do what you have'ta when you're battlin' with swords, no?" He grunted, turning swiftly and backed away, seeing him shiver, "What is it, lad?" He chuckled, "I'm gettin' to you now, am I?"
Then he began tsking, shaking his head slowly, "Don't tell me you're already gettin' soft," He taunted, "I don't take weaklings for sparring battles, I like a challenge, not a whelps game."

[asterias]

"Weakling?" He chuckled as if this amused him. "No offense, or maybe...yeah, offense, you feel like death. I'm going for son of hades, even if you haven't been claimed. Don't group me with my siblings. If we weren't in the camp, you'd be bleeding at my feet. These pesky restrictions." He scoffed. He took a step forward. "I can still make you bleed..." He mused. "It shouldn't be too hard. A slice here, a slash there." He mused. He hoped he was intimidating him. He spread his arms wide, his sword at his feet in the dirt. "As they say, come at me bro."

[Joey.]

Creed chuckled, "I don't take too fondly to my own blood being spilled.. It's not exactly...Crimson or human," He told him, amusement thick in his voice, "And I do not spill blood unless I deem it necessary.." He said with another shake of his head, "Especially to what it does to me.." He added, the whites in his eyes beginning to fill with black until his eyes seemed demonic, as if he was wearing Scelera contacts, black veins began forming under his skin, spreading from his eyes down his cheeks and ending at his chin, making his skin chalky white color, "At just the simplest thought of blood, my appearance changes... And at the thought of death..." He trailed off, feeling a tightness in his skin, as if his body yearned to grow though his skin forbade it.