And in one moment, it was over. Creighton honestly thought that he could knock Hecate off balance, but then, he supposed he'd seen stronger at younger anyways. He was too used to fighting mostly normal humans or weaker demons. Seemed like Zeke had himself a well-trained knight. Thankful that she didn't try to stick him with the blade, Creighton sighs and raises his hands as a sign of giving up. [b]"Told ya I'm not a fighter."[/b] he said, before suddenly clutching his stomach once Hecate got up and off him. [b]"And that I haven't eaten in a week..."[/b] ------ Creighton listened attentively to Fox-Chick's explanation, though he wondered if she misunderstood what he was asking. Looking at her gauntlet as she spoke, he just said: [b]"I guess I have something kind of similar going on."[/b] as his coat formed on his shoulders, all the rats looking curiously at the fox-eared girl, glowing eyes blinking from the fur of the coat. A couple of the rats scattered up onto Creighton's arms and ran down their lengths, sniffing at his fingers as if looking to see if he had food. [b]"Not too many people want a guy around who has a bunch of rats following him. But hey, using my gear was the best thing I ever did."[/b] he said, standing up. ------ Watching Orin as he had his conversation with fox-chick, Creighton started to have a margin of respect for him. In fact, most of what he studied of Hecate's movements came from him watching Orin's match the most. Despite how much faster the red-head was, Orin seemed to have control over the pace of the fight. Definitely a good trait to have in someone in a combat situation. Creighton might have even come off as being somewhat creepy, leaning forward, eyes almost glimmering as he watched the two dance. For the most part, that was where he put together his own plan to try and rush against the girl, figuring that the best way to counter speed was to ensure that the knight wouldn't have enough time to react. As fast as the body was, the mind had limits. And the mind placed limits upon the body. ------ [b]"...Well...I guess I don't mind being called an uncle. Just...hold off on the smelly bit. Anyways...Why'd you want me to teach you to fight like I did anyhows? Your style seems to work pretty good, considering you won and all."[/b] he said as he stretched, rubbing his own shoulders before Yuriha went over to Orin. His expression turned blank as he saw Yuriha...talk to her right hand and then punch it. It was at this point he could start to tell that Yuriha was a bit...off her rocker.