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

[asterias]

He picked up his sword in a flash. His first thought, no matter how absurd, was demon. What was wrong with this man? He just took a step back. Should he test him? Bring his own blade to his arm? He was curious now, wondering what exactly would happen...he was certainly unusual. "You might wanna get that checked out." He said bluntly. "Aside from that, are you gonna preach to me or fight me like you said? I'm not a patient person, Nessie,"

[Joey.]

"I am not fond of making the first move, so this time I give you permission," He said with a sweeping gesture of his arms, smirking.
The blackness in his face retreated ever so slightly but remained the inkiest of black, swimming to the brim with dark intentions...
The Scot began his prowl, slowly circling the other with slow, graceful sideways steps that formed a perfect circle around his enemy like a Lioness to a Gazelle, a predator cornering it's prey but allowing it to make the first move...

[asterias]

"Aw, that's cute. You act like you have to give me permission." He pouted. "Now..." He raised his sword and smiled. He fished in his pocket and grabbed a piece of gum. This was getting serious. He blew a bubble and eyed him. "I think you're alright." He said finally. "We should hang." He smirked, pursing his lips in concentration. He slashed at Creed's chest, with a lot of force.

[Joey.]

Creed leaped backwards lightly on one foot, grinning at him. "Ah, you taunt me now you tell me you're interested in becoming friends? Make up your mind, lad." He teased, then lunged for him in turn, intending to slash at his torso similar to what he had attempted to do to the Scottish Demi-God.

[asterias]

"Make up my mind? The way I treat my enemies is much worse, believe me," he twisted his sword around to catch Creed's blade and pushed against him. Their blades crossed and Dean was barely a foot away by this point. He strained against the other's sword, trying to bring it around to complete the strike. He was shorter than Creed, he noticed with dismay. It made him slightly mad, for some reason. He felt inferior.

[Joey.]

Creed grinned wickedly, planting his feet firmly against the ground and pushed back with an equal amount of force, then gave him some slack before slamming forward with full force to break their swords X formation they had. With a grunt, he smirked at him, "I suppose we could hang out, at the very least become aquantances." He told him then paused, feeling a sudden tingling feeling spreading throughout his body, not yet realizing that a emblem was burning above his head, a slowly rotating helmet... The helmet of Hades, engulfed by flames that were practically audible.

[asterias]

Dean immediately sheathed his sword. "Nice." He said simply. It was better than his, he couldn't get that stupid bow tie off for days. "Son of hades. Not bad." He mused. He eared his throat and snapped his fingers, pointing above his head with a barely suppressed laugh. He tilted his hips and crossed his arms, assuming a sassy pose.

[Joey.]

Creed furrowed his brow, "What?" He asked, confused until he looked up, noticing the emblem. Furrowing his brow, "Well, he finally realized he has two sons then," He said with a dryness to his voice.
When he looked back at Dean, he arched a brow, "Where did all that sass come from?" He mused, regarding his sassy pose.

[fairyheart]

{ is this still accepting? }

[Joey.]

((Yes it is, and I must say when I saw your username I instantly thought of Game Of Thrones...))