[b]The sound drew closer as the trees began to thin out, large APCs visible near the courts, a familiar tan coat standing near the large tanks... A mobile army... This man was prepared... And he was close to the apartment complex.[/b] // [b]Creed remained still, red sensors kicking on as his chassis let out a low hum.[/b] [i]"Well... I was hoping for a good chase, but you are not that smart, eh? Too bad you weren't at the camp that day... Could've watched..."[/i] [b]He remarked, his chest rattling slightly, like a mighty breathe that just left his body. There was something different about Creed. He seemed more on edge, more tense, like he was ready for a big fight.[/b] [i]"So what now? Gonna take some swings at me? Like old times?"[/i] [b]Or maybe he was just eager for a fight. He was a sadist after all... He enjoyed causing pain. Even then, he enjoyed taking it as well. He was sick. But he had such a grand stature that he seemed like a king on top a throne. That throne just happened to be a two ton metal suit that contained his organs.[/b]