The Irish Tree

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Creighton's eyes widened as he was disarmed before he could even tell what had happened. He thought he had a near perfect defense with the gauntlet-knife, but it seemed short-cake was too damn fast for that to matter. Falling down, Creghton thought of one last possible way to turn this around; despite how much his stomach wanted to eat itself. Putting all his effort into it, Creighton basically flung himself head first onto the ground, groaning as he landed and quickly grabbed Hecate's leg by the knee, pulling her down into a leg-lock. Given that she was holding a sword, it was only reasonable to suspect that she'd divert the blade away, rather than toss it. An experienced swordsman wouldn't abandon their blade, even in such a situation. Or at least, that was what he was counting on. Once she had fallen from the grip he had on her leg, he quickly set a foot atop her lower back and tried his best to disarm her sword-hand with his free foot.

"It's all or nothing...and I'm running on nothing..." he thought to himself, pressing down on her back firmly with his foot. Creighton's eyes were focused, though it was clear that the fight had worn him down quite a bit. This was all he could do to attempt a pin on the girl.

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As Red-Head kept the fight up, Creighton wondered if he had a chance, given how much free range he was giving the other knight. He'd sparred tons of times with his peerage's knights, but giving them free-reign to build up speed and dash was the worst way to wind up losing. Once the dust settled, he hummed, crossing his arms. "...Those two dating or something?" he said idley.

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As Prince Perv fought, Creighton couldn't hep but wonder just why he didn't seem to like him...he seemed kinda funny in a stupid, romantic idiot kind of way, but there was just something...something he still couldn't figure out about him. Then he heard shortie call him a 'Beast'. Looking over to Fox-Ears, he asked: "...What does she mean by Beast exactly? He seems pretty normal." And...then he ripped his shirt and vest off. "...Okay, not NORMAL, but...normal-ish."

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Creighton watched in awe at fox-ear's speed and power, easily...uh...giving a lot of fanservice to the crowd. But in a really powerful way, he guessed.But still, he dreaded the thought of having to spar with her if she was going all out like that from the start.

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Watching the purple-haired girl with disinterest, Creighton knew from the start based on how little confidence or power her motions had, that she wouldn't be able to stand up to her. Sighing deeply, he stood up once she was done and said: "My turn." half-heartedly.

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Smelly Oyaji...Smelly Oyaji...Smelly Oyaji...

Creighton looked over at Yuriha just before he was forced into the pin-or-be-pinned scenario, and yelled: "WHAT THE HELL IS AN OYAJI!?"

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@Constantine


I'm a tree. Waiting for shit to happen is my life story.

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@Kitsune Oh, come on! What did you wanted me to do after you used a [Free!] reference? I may never have seen the anime, for lack of time nonetheless, but I do know very well the kind of fanwork that comes out of it. You don't even need to go further that googling the words Free doujin to know that.

@demonspade64 I feel sorry for Marcus-san, but just try to picture what was going trough Yuriha's pervy mind what she was staring at a couple of semi-naked sweat-covered bishonen so close to her that she could actually smell the testosterone dripping through their pores... well, if only Creigh @The Irish Tree didn't smelled like a trash bin that hadn't been emptied in a month, she would be smelling their manly manliness. The only other thing that she could be thinking is too lewd to describe yet. But given that Yuriha's secret dream (as a succubus-like being) is having her own personal harem I guess you can get what it was, right?

@KoL

There's tons of gay doujins about Jojo, but that won't ever stop me from searching in hopes of finding one with Lisa Lisa.

And...Uh...I guess Creighton is lucky then. Lucky to not get fan-fic-visioned to have a copious amount of whip cream in certain places being licked off.

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@Kitty

I've basically been waiting for one particular one piece rp to pick up for over a year, so you could say that I'm pretty damn patient.
I won't be leaving anytime soon.

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@Drake Baku

Out of curiosity, what game?

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@KoL

foxsquad

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<Snipped quote by The Irish Tree>

But Creig is a hobo, well actually he's more of a bum, but you get it, don't you, Oyaji?

Also Zeke-sama is Zeke -sama and that's that.

@KoL

Why I oughta...

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@KoL
...Wait, but Zeke's older!

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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: "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-" he was silenced when Hecate silently had her blade at his throat. Seemed like that wasn't an option. Smiling wryly, he said: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Just a joke, just a jo-" another poke at his throat had him silent again. "Weapon. Find one. Before I kill you just for smelling like filth."

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.

Wasn't anything special, but it was damn close to what he wanted, and just what he needed to intercept Hecate's sneak attack. "It isn't really a sneak attack if you do it for the 4th time!" 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.

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@KoL


Who wants to see a guy who hasn't eaten in a week shirtless?
Laaaaaadies~?