ShadowVentus said
Michael watches with shocked eyes by how savagely Darkside's body was destroyed. "No trace whatsoever...it would be best not to cross them...so much blood." Michael remarks, cracking a crazy grin when he mentions blood.
"I know, right? Amazing..." Comes another voice behind him, so soft it was barely a whisper. Creed grinned widely as he watched the being of evil be blasted to bits. He was fine, it would take more than that to kill him. Still, fun to watch. "That was fast. We wouldn't last long if it attacked us." Another voice said, this one sounding... like that insane clown from the movies. Creed had been quiet, oh so quiet, you should have seen him, having been able to get not two feet from the tactician before making himself known. The voices in his stone chattered away, telling him what to do. Some madmen, some children crying for their mothers and fathers and brothers, some speaking incoherently and some shrieking nonsense. 10,000 voices. It was enough to drive anyone mad. He was no exception.
What was he doing here? Hell, don't ask him. He doesn't even know. He'd been hopping place to place when he came upon this mess. He decided to stick around a while, see what's going to go down next. Now he waited for the tactician to respond to his sudden appearance. He hoped he responded with violence, so he could kill him. That would be fun, and he could say it was self defense.
