[b]Chloe's door creaked open ever so slightly, a single orange eye peeking out through the crack, narrowed at Desmond.[/b] [i]"Yes...?"[/i] [b]Her voice was quiet and soft as ever, but she seemed unhappy...[/b] // [b]What should have been a death blow caused Ian's fist to suddenly well up in pain as Creed was merely pushed back a few feet.[/b] [i]"I'm coated in neurotoxins... Midnight Blood... Armor secretes it. In about half an hour, that fist is gonna turn black and rot... And of course pain."[/i] [b]Creed remarked, the dent in his chassis slowly pushing back out as he was repaired... Stalemate... Unlikely... Not when Creed was this tanky, with this power.[/b] [i]"Come on, kid... Give it up... If I were here to actually kill you, I would have done it by now... Go home... Don't come back. These people shouldn't matter to you. Heroes never win... Not fully. Something is always destroyed... Now piss off before I make your face look like a jack'o'lantern."[/i] [b]Creed mused, for once, opting to disengage. He wasn't really after Ian, preferably just having him out of the way. Lordan was his target, Ian was just a problem...[/b]