Once he'd caught up with everyone, Creighton promptly sat on the ground, since he wasn't really familiar with anyone in the group, he sat off by himself, figuring he'd need to concentrate to not get the shit kicked out of him. Attentively, he and his rats all minded the rules. He'd never been a big fan of using weapons, since his gear was defensive in and of itself. Best skills he had in terms of combat were plain-old fisticuffs and decent reaction time. He supposed that here he also had the advantage of experience. 

While he did hear the part about not using his gear, Creighton cursed under his breath. His gear was the only thing he really had as an advantage...though he really didn't want to tangle with a knight in a one on one sparring session. Especially since he'd seen her light shit on fire the night before. Thinking of his own capabilities, he opted that when his time would come, a sword would do him no good. A spear would be unwieldy, and if she got the upper hand, she could disarm him in a single swipe, or parry. A mace would be too heavy to compete with her speed. Swords took far too much skill for an ordinary person, especially for one unfamiliar with the weight. What he needed was something small, and light. Something any schmuck could pick up off the ground and use.

Watching as the others fought, he payed particular attention to the red-head who thought a stick was a demon-killing weapon. Seemed like he had a pretty good idea in taking off his shirt to disarm her. Thank fuck he didn't take off his pants though, last thing he needed was seeing a novice in his skivvies. 

Glasses guy seemed pretty damn good, much better than he'd have taken him for. Especially since he reeked of hormones and bottles of cologne to him. Something about him just seemed...odd. Something that Creighton couldn't quite pin, but could pin on an instinctual level. Something that made him not even blink once, glaring as he watched the fight.

The Fox chick seemed way to eager and into the fight, but hey, optimism was infectious, so maybe it'd rub off on him. Or not. Oddly, he didn't get that same sense of instinctual dislike when he watched the fox-girl, and it seemed that she was pretty good at fist-fighting.

Then, came the time for Creighton's turn. Sighing, he stood up, his coat now longer there, it was now clear that the dark grey shirt he had on underneath was tattered, torn, dirty, and had a few grease and bloodstains on the front and back. His pants were torn up and baggy, and his shoes were coming apart. As he entered the area designated for the test, he said: [b]"Tell you the truth, I'm not really big on uh, fighting and all. That and I haven't eaten in a week, so can I jus-"[/b] he was silenced when Hecate silently had her blade at his throat. Seemed like that wasn't an option. Smiling wryly, he said: [b]"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Just a joke, just a jo-[/b]" another poke at his throat had him silent again. [b]"Weapon. Find one. Before I kill you just for smelling like filth."[/b]

Now getting that this wasn't optional, he sighed and turned around, walking around and looking at the bushes. Shaking his head as he found all the weapons he'd decided were no-go's, he finally started wearing on her patience, starting to find weapons she explicitly dropped with the intention of him picking them up. But, none of them were to his liking. Then, he decided to look in a bush near where Yuriha had found her gloves, looking for something he could defend and attack with. And then something clicked. Something that he liked. Something plain and simple. And ugly.

[url=http://www.oriental-arms.com/photos/items/43/000443/ph-4.jpg]Wasn't anything special[/url], but it was damn close to what he wanted, and just what he needed to intercept Hecate's sneak attack. [b]"It isn't really a sneak attack if you do it for the 4th time!"[/b] he says, parrying her sword and then intercepting her next blow. It seemed like she wasn't willing to let up, even for the poor guy. Grunting as he kicked her back, he at least managed to knock her away before he charged again. He knew for a fact that she was a knight from watching her clash with red-head, and if there was one thing he knew, was that he couldn't distance himself from a knight. That gave them too much room to charge. The best way to deal with an enemy who was faster and stronger was to be absolutely relentless and to pressure them, looking for mistakes and opportunities to strike. Given that his armored punching dagger was suited to defend against her, he felt like he had a genuine chance if he kept the pressure up.

Despite how much slower he was, Creighton was able to keep up with Hecate in terms of strikes, even managing to parry her a few times successfully, all while keeping a tight grip on his weapon. Also of note was that he was ruthless and quick, readily closing in for strikes even if it posed to give him a disadvantage.