Midnight Duels are Always the Best ones

Crow stumbled into the arena, feeling a bit sleepy, yet pumped for battle against Nephilim. He was excited, and he practiced a bit by chopping off limbs from a motionless, hay filled person: A Camp Half Blood Dummy. He was wearing his usual attire, a leather jacket, a black t-shirt, some black chained cheans and some black tie up ankle boots, which he liked enourmously. He unsheathed his sword and waited in the shadows, wanting to surprise his little friend.

Crow smiled slightly as Falko dropped to the ground, then he went over to her. For some very strange reason, he felt like giving her a hug. A hug? Not something he would do. He ended up patting her on the back, still scrunching up his nose at the thought of a hug. He completely unsheathed his Cold Black Blade, and held it simply at his side, his knuckles still loose on the sword. He felt like humming today. The black, midnight sky was making him feel at home, and more powerful somehow. He hummed: "I may loo happy, but honestly dear, the only thing that could make me smile, is if you cut me ear to ear." He couldn't remember from who this song was from, but he shrugged it off and smiled. "So, you ready?" He asked, the black aura starting to develop around him. It flickered, his eyes turning darker, making him look almost mad. The aura grew stronger by the second, and Crow smiled, showing off his pearly whites.

Crow closed his eyes, breathing in the cold, midnight air. His hair blew upwards in a swift, windy motion. His eyes glittered as he opened them again, and Crow ran forward. He lunged forwards, the knuckles on his sword were already white. He didn't have a strategy just yet, he would figure it out once he knew how Falko fought. If Falko dodged, Crow would follow her and make a stab from behind, but if she would block, he would have to be real fast to move back. He hoped she would go for the dodge, but he didn't know.

Crow dodged, his feet shuffling as he blocked any other throws, ready to strike. The grin was visible on his face, and he raised his eyebrows. He charged once more, his speed gaining, as his black, cold blade began to shine in the moonlight at the arena.

Crow ran up to Falko and did a front flip over her, charging at her after he landed on both feet. He swung his sword, making it sound almost like a whip in the cold midnight air. As he was about to strike, he rolled through he feet, and he charged once more, hoping to have confused her.

Crow dodged, but the dagger ripped through his t-shirt. He snarled, then the snarl turned into a smirk. "Okay, then, Terror Face. If I win this, you'll go to that dance...prom, I think, in june with me. Like, we'll go together." He smirked once more, waiting for her to turn down the offer.

A wave of strength washed over crow, and he grinned. "Yes, nice observation there, because I do indeed wish that." He said and blocked the blow, twisting his blade once around, hopefully making Falko lose her grip. She would be able to keep it in her hand, but it would buy Crow some time atleast.

Crow twisted away from her, and made a slash with his blade, standing in a ready position for any attacks. "But the deals done, Terror Face. If I happen to win this, you'll go to prom with me. No escape now!" Crow grinned mishchievously at the thought of him and Falko dancing together. That would be quite fun. He spun once more, and aimed a strong kick at her chest, whilst slashin at her neck with his black blade.

Crow ran up to her, did another one of his backflips over her, and landed behind her safely. He quickly put and arm around falko from the back, holding his sword at her neck. She could easily get out, but he only wanted a few seconds. "I sense lots of fun." He snarled and then grinned. His feet carried him back, and he charged again, only shortly realizing he had a cut on his shoulder. He ignored it and kept slashing.

Crow moved backwards, the shield hitting him not in the head, but in the chest. He was only slightly muscular, so a bit of the blow feathered off, but it still hurt like hell. He coughed, then smiled. "We gotta tough one, ain't we?" He said emphasizing the tough and snarled, spinning around and making a stab at her ribcage.