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Nathan Breda (Shelved)

Universe: nU

Faction: Neutral

Title / Code Name: Creed.

Real Name: Nathan Breda.

Base of Operations: Mobile

Gender: Male

Hair Color: None, formerly blond.

Weight: 145lbs

Age: 27

Eye Color: White/Yellow.

Height: 5'9

Super Power Origin: Experiment gone wrong.

Identity: Public.

Place of Birth: Newfoundland, Canada.

Known Aliases: The devil, blue archer.

Status: Undead/Demon

Powers: Demon physiology/Teleportation

Avatar Appearance: Nightcrawler

Mini Biography: Nathan Breda was an agent of the united nations metahuman affairs division, going by the alias of vermilion archer at the time. Being one of the world's greatest marksmen allowed him to easily climb the ranks and become the best field agent the division had in years, dealing with rouge metahumans. However the time came when his own division performed experiments on him, turning him into the insane rogue assassin that never shuts up, Creed...

...There is one thing that happened during the final experiment though, Nathan died, then came back to life as the manic Creed. Nathan's soul left his body and passed over to the nether world, while everything evil and Nathan strives not to be is what Creed was.

The archer roamed for ages in the netherworld as a specter trying to survive against the sinister spirits that resided there..Until he chose that he would refuse to stay there forever. This is when Nathan chose to strike a deal with the most powerful demon in this strange afterlife. The deal was simple, Nathan returns to earth in a new form, a new body. But the other end of the supernatural bargain was that the demon would reincarnate Nathan as a frightening blue demon, so he could not return and have the life he once did.

Grid Points:

  • Agility: 7
  • Durability: 6
  • Energy Projection: 1
  • Fighting Ability: 5
  • Intelligence: 3
  • Mental Power: 3
  • Speed: 3 (Teleporter)
  • Stamina: 7
  • Strength: 3
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Night call

Somewhere in Nevada...

The bar was near it's last call, it was rather bare for a Friday night. One of the women who worked there was picking up the empty bottles and clearing the tables, all while glaring at the group of bikers who have been eyeing her the entire shift like a pack of hungry dogs. She knew the difference between the creeps that were harmless, and one's like this pack...

She clocked out, lights off, waiting for her father to pick her up outside. A strange vibe was in the air that night it seemed, like the silence before a storm rolls in, this didn't help the girl who was already on her toes, now glaring at the same bikers from inside the bar.

"Look guys..C-..Can you please just leave me alone?" She asked with a faltering tone, her hands clutching each crossed arm tightly, trying her best to seem intimidated. This only made the pigs chuckle like chumps as they surrounded her. "Now, if I din' know any betta' honey... I woulda' thought you was a bit rude.." Their obvious leader spoke out with brutish southern accent, grinning at her with his tobacco ridden teeth.

It was only moments later before she was on the ground, her muffled screams thwarted by the loud laughter of some sick men. A belt was halfway undone right before it happened, before it appeared.

"What the f*ck?" Mumbled one of the bikers, getting the attention of the rest. Not even four feet away from them, was Nathan surrounded by a purple inky smoke, panting while on all fours. "Hey bud, you might want to start pissin' off before you get your head kicked in.." Said their leader, doing his belt back up, yet the girl stayed exactly where she was, petrified from what almost happened.

Even with the threat said, the figure stayed on the ground, clearly exhausted. "I said git!" He now shouted while walking over and grabbing Nathan by his strange dirty robes, puling him into the neon glow of the bar sign. "..." The biker was caught off guard for a moment, the man seemed to be dressed up like some sort of devil or demon. "Halloween isn't for another week you f*cking retard.."

And just like that, Nathan found himself on his back, having just been punched in the face. "I'm back.." He weakly muttered while seeing the first human he has looked upon in a year walking over to boot his boot in Nathan's face. But as soon as he brought his boot down, Nathan moved his head at the last moment to the side. His yellow eyes narrowed while wrapping his forked tail around the closest leg of the biker and performed a kip-up that went right into a front flip. The tail tightened as he was doing so, tugging the biker backwards and flipping him right onto his face.

The rest of the gang backed up a bit in awe, pulling their guns and knives. "Alright..Which one of you Hillbillies wants some?" Nate's face may have been different, but that cocky grin was all the same. The first biker aggressively ran forward while Nate was drawing his bow that was slung on one shoulder, quickly twirling it just as the goon lunged at his chest with the knife. Nathan was much too fast though, snapping the arm between the string and the bow, twisting it in a way that actually broke the bikers arm.

"F*CK!" Yelled his friend still on the porch, pointing his weapon at Nathan, only to end up firing at a puff of purple smoke. Not even a second later, the demon landed on top of the gunner, forcing his face into the ground while drawing a bone arrow and pulling it against the string, just in time to fire it into the shoulder of the last criminal while he was fumbling for his gun.

The waitress just sat there and stared at the demon in both horror and slight amazement, only to have Nathan glare back with those inhuman eyes. "..." He didn't speak, only turn away and vanish in a puff of smoke...

A few miles down the road, on lone desert road was a payphone. Nathan's demonic, three fingered hand picked up the phone and slipped a quarter he pocketed from one of the bikers into the slot. Dialing the first phone number that came to mind, Abigail Aensland, the last woman he flirted with before those experiments. He remembered her number even after the horrific time he had in the Netherworld.

After only three long beeps, someone picked up. "Abigail Aensland..." Said the voice on the other line, there was no mistake, it was her. "......" Nate tried to speak, the words on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't bring himself to it. "..Hello?.......Hello?....Ugh..." An annoyed sigh was all Nathan heard before the line was cut, only silence now.

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Crossroads

"The days, what I assume are days, stretch on forever here. The sun is nothing more than a pale orb that produces a light like how the moon shines. I know I am not on earth anymore..And I know that I am dead , that much is pretty clear from the way my body looks now.

I have seen my physical body walk the earth since I died. A sickening caricature of what I was before I signed up for that experiment..All while my soul ascended..I guess souls exist..And an afterlife..Yeah a whole lot of things I didn't know or think were real..And then there are these guys.."

Nathan sprinted through the sleepy woods, a chilling fog swayed and curled as the damned archer navigated it's intricate design. Behind him were nightmares, or so they were called. Silent, thin shadowy figures that feasted on the dead of this place, and they were hungry..

Finally having a good lead, Nate removed his deadwood bow, getting a bit more speed before placing his foot against a tree. He leaped up high, drawing arrows carved from the bones found in this land and spinning to face his pursuers. It was still all too easy, the arrows flew one by one before he even hit the cold floor.

Three down easily, out of arrows, now came the rest. "Come at me!" The damned shouted while slinging his bow, now grabbing hold of his scythed staff, spinning it to gather momentum for the immediate battle coming. One leaped up off a tree, while his two friends came in at ground level. Choosing the one over two, Nate leaped up in the air as well, catching the nightmare's neck with the sharp curve, a small tug would take his head.

A graceful roll was accompanied by the quiet thud of a head. Nate slowly rose up to deal with the duo. Block after block would just go further to show the skill the Breda clan archer had gained during his stay here in the afterlife. A punishing smack with the dull end of the staff was followed with a quick spin by Nathan, this time with the sharp curve..

*Thud!..Thud!..* Two more heads...

Minutes later, Nathan would sit atop his favorite rock that happened to be in a shape of a reaper himself, the one he sat upon after first arriving here. His mind was slowly calmed by the thoughts of home, blondes..And friendly rivals..

"My name is Nathan..I am a lost soul at the crossroads. My body? The host of everything sinister about me..While I sit here, pure.."

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CAN'T...STAY...AWAY FROM IT!

It was the first time in a very long time I SWITCHED characters for Creed, who is well known by now as using the deadpool look. And I was like HEY! Time for a change you know? WHO NEEDS THE DEADPOOL LOOK!? I mean it only bothers Gambs a bit and makes all the serious characters cringe a bit, but JUST enough where they wanna write with you! And I can show them I can still be fun to write with EVEN while this silly!...At least I think that's how it works. And yes I KNOW I am SHOUTING for NO REASON someTIMES!...

Ahem

Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that this look and character is WAY too awesome to pass up (realizing this when someone actually ASKED me if they could use DP) and I was like Oh god...What am I doin'!?

So from now on if you wanna hit up the ice guy and his quirk magic uncle? I made an account for them over at The_Vanthrall_Family. Don't worry they ain't vanishing but this account only has ONE true LOOK! Oh GOD i'm DOING it AGAIN! It's like I'M...Having a SHATNER moMENT

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One shot: A ghost of the past.

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"Please Creed, for the love of god your running the customers away.." The bar tender, Frank said while placing his distressed face in his sweaty palms. Creed tossed another bottle of Jack across the room and belched. "Fankie! Relax! Im your highest paying customer!" He pointed out to the rest of the now empty bar, people left hours ago from the lunatic's non stop banter and antics. Frank cussed him out under his breath while handing him another bottle of Jack, going to the back room to see what he had left. However after a few minutes on his lonesome, the door swung open, light shining onto the dusty floor of Frank's bar. The footsteps were without a doubt military, fine shoes, stocky build, Creed knew who it was by the sound of his throat clearing as he took a seat beside the costumed gun for hire. It was his former U.N commander, Dan Mathews. "Danny boy, Danny Danny, army manny.." Creed said while popping the cap off the bottle and started to glug it down, knowing the commander was going to speak. "Nat-" Dan didn't get a full word in before Creed pulled out his pistol and pressed it against Dan's temple, removing his disfigured mouth from the bottle and rolled his mask the rest of the way down. "You call me that name, and I will see if you bleed red white and blue Mathews, it will be the forth of July on the walls.." Creed said with a seriousness that was foreign to his natural comedic tone. Mathews didn't flinch, he had a gun pointed at him enough times that it was trivial. The commander cleared his throat, and continued. "Creed..I am here personally, there is no U.N agents around, I swear it...So lets just try and act sane alright?". The merc sighed and holstered his weapon, gesturing him to continue. "Creed, im so sorry for what happened, that day...We didn't expect the results to be...Well so extreme..". Creed chuckled harshly and looked over to his old friend. "DID YOU THINK IT WAS JUST GOING TO BE LIKE LEBEAU!? OR THAT CLONE!? You rushed it and you know it you star spangled douche canoe! I will never be the same, Nathan died that day, the archer died that day..So if you are here to ask for me to come back..You sooo have another thing coming Dan, cause I will rather be dipped in acid again like you did THE FIRST TIME instead of being a U.N patsy again!" Creed got up from his seat and leaned against the window, looking outside. "You know it's protocol to kill failed experiments Nathan, even you have kil-" That was Dan's last words before Creed was over in front of him in a flash, and sliced his head clean off with his katana. With rage filled breathes, he grabbed the head and screamed "DON'T CALL ME NATHAN!" And threw the head out the window.

After yelling at nothing, he paused, and started to chuckle. "Man! I would be a GREAT actor!" He said while straightening the tie of the headless bodies suit and sighed. "Looking sharp Dan..Looking sharp.." He patted it on the shoulder while grabbing his medal of honor, as a sign the contract was complete, the first taste of his paid revenge against the U.N.

"Frank, buddy! Clean up on isle...Bar counter?" Creed chuckled while leaving the bar.

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Creed: Vol 1: Quest for the death if Warsman.

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Creed checked all of his gear that was laid out on the bed. Next was possibly the most difficult thing of his mornings, looking in the mirror. Scabbed skin, burned and bumpy flesh, this was Creed's true face, the face he hated showing people. "Morning beautiful.." He mumbled, giving him a slight smirk. He wouldn't have to deal with his face for long though, for he grabbed what he felt was his real face now, the mask. Like a fine glove, the mask slips over his skin and makes it feel almost normal. "Oooh that is way better! Who is the sexy merc now!?" He shouted, followed by a fine leather glove being placed on his shoulder. "I know.." A slick feminine voice said from behind Creed, upon turning around, his eyes went wide, seeing it was the red haired beauty Ren. "Oh...Hey Ren! Your not here to kill me again are y-" Creed was silenced by her gentle finger going on his masked lips. "Shhhh..." She said while looking deeply into his eyes, moving him over towards the bed. "I just wanted to wish you good luck, I know you don't need it, considering how you are by far the best on the team..But good luck anyways, you damned fool". No more words, Ren attacked Creed's face in a bout of passion, pushing him onto the bed while still kissing him.

The holo-screen in Creed's room buzzed on, showing a rather disgusted Evander Slade. Creed was just on his bed, making out with the air, no doubt some osrt of bizzare hallucination of his. "Creed..Creed! AGENT CREED!" He shouted with his infamous drill sergeant tone. The maniac was quick to his feet, giving a salute "Captain! I mean Director!" He shouted formerly, making Slade rubbed his furled brow in frustration "Game face agent, game face. I see your ready for insertion into the operation". Creed tried not to laugh at the use of "insertion" while giving a nod. "While inside, there is the possibility that you could be taken down, if so, you have the distress beacon given to you for the operation...Good luck Creed, Slade out" He gave the merc one more glare with his eye before the screen buzzed off.

A few minutes after, Creed was all geared up and at the end of the aircraft that had taken him this far, some of the crew staring at the infamous madman. Hey look! Fans! Pretty sure they aren't fans...Ahh who cares what they think!? How often is it that a guy gets to go on a solo mission where you search for relics that could harm "THE TIN MAN". "Well whatever is on this island, it better be shiny, and rigged with deathtraps!" Creed shouted while strapping on his parachute, watching one of the crew giving him the twenty second count down. "...BORED!" He yelled before sprinting off the end of the open plane, way before the countdown was complete. Now THAT'S what i'm talking about! Screw countdowns, and hipsters. Annnd hipsters out of nowhere.

Creed fell through the sky, speeding closer and closer towards the island, closer to the power that made this island one of the most lethal places on earth.

Huh...Kinda almost sounds like the savage lan-*To be continued* Did I just get cut off!?

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The mad merc, the Canadian comedian, Creed, has been assigned by his team leader to hunt down an artifact that has the potential to harm the god-like Warsman, and it seems he may have picked the right place to look. After getting prepped (and making out with a hallucination of Ren) Creed jumped from the plane and is now falling towards "God's limbo". The island is infamous for it's strange and lethal habitat, all presumed to be caused by one mystic weapon, they same one Creed is searching for.

Creed landed into the thick jungle, his parachute getting caught up in the canopy of the trees. Dangling there, he crossed his arms and had a think. "Ok! So! No information on where to start a all, no idea what's out there in the jungle..Annnd I am dangling like meat on a string.." Creed continued to ramble, all while a literal T-rex stomped up behind him, it's massive head parallel with the merc s body. "I mean what's next? I ridiculous chase scene involving me running through the jungle while being perused by dinos-.." Creed stopped as soon as he felt a puff of warm breath on his back, Creed grabbed onto the parachute strings so he could spin himself around to see. "Oh boy.." He mumbled as he stared into the eyes of the not so extinct apex predator. "Good boy, staaay.." Do I even need to make a Jurassic park joke here?. The beast roared as it unleashed it's gaping jaw upon Creed, trapping him inside of it's mouth. However the rex had trouble for creed managed to break a branch off from the tree and stick it upwards into the monster's mouth, making it impossible to close it's mouth. It's gunna snap! "I KNOW I KNOW!" Creed yelled while trying to crawl out of the mouth, repeatedly slipping on it's tongue. Finally though, the lunatic leaped out of the T-rex's mouth just as the branch snapped, slamming it's jaw down like a steel door. Creed fell face first onto the ground. "Cheese it!" He yelled as he tried to stand up, only to discover that his legs from the knee down didn't make the trip out of the mouth...Looks like your not...Walking out of this one! "A pun!? REALLY!?" Creed complained to the words while crawling like a zombie, his intense upper body strength giving him impressive (and creepy) speed. The prehistoric predator wasn't far behind, giving chase to the rest of his food. "Must..Become..Monkey!" Creed pushed off of the ground and grabbed onto a few tree branches, swinging from one to the other to keep distance from his teeth filled fate. After a few more seconds however, he let go of the branches and landed on his new set of legs that finished growing, now it was child's play outrunning the beast. Do you see it? "Yeah I see it!". Creed sprinted a little faster until he reached the edge of the treeline, and also the edge of a cliff that dropped about a few hundred feet. In a powerslide, the merc drew his katana, stuck it onto the edge of the cliff and hung off the side just as the rex bursted from thye treeline, going way to fast to stop and ended up slipping off the cliff. "Ok..How cool was that!?" Pretty cool I suppose. You mean friggin' rad!. Creed took a few breathes before standing back up on the cliff, quickly pulling out a tiny roll of red and black cloth, unraveling to be a spare pair boots for Creed's costume. Now no longer wearing tattered leggings, the merc pulled out his GPS and scanned the area. "Ok! So according to this..This is where I was supposed to land.." So THAT'S why the countdown was important! "Yeah thanks Holmes, brilliant". Creed stuffed the GPS back into his pocket and rubbed his gut, he was craving some waffles right about now. "Alright let's get back on track to find the weapon, the quicker we find it, the quicker we can hit up a waffle house" He spoke to the words as he started to walk back into the jungle.

Green clad ninjas expertly descended down trees and old stone, into a vine ridden temple. Inside were many more ninjas, all meditating in front of a old rusty sword, covered in moss and leaves, at the front of the horde of them was a green hooded man, old and scarred from many years of battle. A pair of the ninjas walked up beside him, giving a respectful bow along with kneeling. "Grand master, we have distressing news.." One of them spoke with their heads hung low. The regal grand master ceased his calming breathes to slowly look over to the ninja. "What is it my child?" He spoke, his voice was as calm as a flowing creek. "A man, a warrior of some kind, has fallen from the sky, we heard him speaking of finding a weapon.." The young warrior spoke again, unsure of how his master would respond. "Hmm! He is but a man, while we are a clan, a force of nature. What makes you so worried of this lone warrior, child?" The grand master almost sounded amused of the ninja's unsettled behavior. "..He..He seems to be immortal, he faced one of nature's beasts, his legs were removed from his body. And yet, they grew back..". The grand master's eyes opened, revealing them to be a beautiful glowing green. "Most interesting, and distressing this information is..We must find this warrior, we must prevent him from getting close to the god's bane.." He spoke while pointing his hand over to the mantled sword. "Use your powers that the word grants us with it's very presence show the man what force of nature means.." The ninja nodded, the rest of them as well, quickly hopping up on the trees and darting away in all directions.

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Creed leaped from branch to branch, expressing his acrobatic prowess. "How cool would it be if the weapon was like a comic water gun, or a cattle prod..Or even a stapler! Imagine just stapling Warsman to death!" Creed landed on one more branch before slipping off and landing at a camp site, making him rub his chin. "Now, if I leaned anything from movies...Always check out an abandoned camp site..". The merc walked around and investigated a bit, seeing that the site was rather old fashioned, no tech or modern tents. If he didn't know any better this was a traditional oriental camp site, the kettle on over the still lit fire along with the type of fabric for the tents all led to that being true. Are you thinking what I am thinking? "Yup.." Creed managed to say before a shuriken flew out of the forest from nowhere and hit him right in his left eye, making him stumble back a bit. "..Ninjas". Creed didn't have time to pull the shuriken out of his eye before the ninjas dropped from the trees and attempted to kill him right then and there, only for Creed to dodge them swiftly while drawing his own blade. For a second, they were all wearing Impero's mask, but after a head shake, he saw what they really looked like. "Damn you Impero for being the only thing I know about when it comes to ninjas and stuff!" He yelled while parrying sword strikes from a due of green ninjas, out of the side view of his good eye, Creed saw a third on in the distance charge up some sort of energy blast, making him dodge it in time for it to strike a ninja beside him. "That looked alot like tin man's energy!" He yelled while pulling the shuriken out of his eye and hurling it into the throat of the energy casting warrior, turning his attention back to cutting off the arm of a ninja closer to him, "May need a hand picking that up!". The mad man quickly got grappled from behind and the tip of a short sword held at his chest. "If you move, my blade goes through your he-GACK!" The ninja's threat was cut short by Creed grabbing the end of the blade, forcing it through his chest and into the heart of the ninja. After the ninja fell, Creed slowly pulled out the blade and put it beside the ninja, "Creed wins, fatality!". "OK! So at least I know what im up-" A ninja teleported above Creed and forced his blade through his head, killing him instantly. Upon cleaning his blade, he spoke to the ninjas that landed around the teleporter. "Have him bound before he awakens, we are bringing him to the temple..".

*To be con-* HAH! How do you like being cut off! To be continued!

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Creed narrowly escaped the jaws of a T-rex (losing his legs in the process), quickly discovering that a type of energy is making this island one of the worst places to be, of all time. Taking down the massive dino was enough to get the attention of the order that guards the weapon Creed is looking for! Luckily, Creed was captured by a horde of the order's ninjas, bringing him right where he needs to be...
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"Surprise!" The members of HARD came out from under the meeting table and threw confetti in the air, a banner on the ceiling said "welcome back Creed". "Awww you guys!" Creed laughed while taking a seat in the directors chair, receiving handshakes from all of the members, including a big hug from Ren. Evander patted the agent on the shoulder a few times before a respectful nod. "You did good out there kid, getting that artifact was the MOST impressive thing I have seen in all of my pirate years!" He laughed heartily while looking out the window. "Now that we have the loot, LETS PARTY!" Creed shouted while throwing on his pirate hat. Next thing he knew, him and the team were on the deck of the aircraft, a massive pirate flag hanging off the side while the crew played jaunty tunes, and the team drank a bountiful amount of ale while dancing and frolicking on the ship. "Ho ho! A pirate's life fo-"

"-r me.." Creed mumbled in his sleep, hung upside down by thick vines. "Ren, Ellie! Please ladies one at a t-WHA!? HMM!?" Creed snapped out of his daze and looked around in a panic, seeing that he was in a temple of some sort. Ah glad to see you have finally woken up "Where am I!? Why is this temple built like it's upside down!?" Creed screamed while looking downwards "Oh..Well great..". Within moments of Creed's banter, three ninjas jumped down on front of the merc, along with the gran master, and his teleporting right hand man. "You know, I saw a porno start like this and it did NOT end well.." Creed said, eyeing the ninjas as if he was worried. The grand master merely chuckled, nodding at his minions to leave him with Creed, and they did just that in seconds. "I see you are a jester much more than you are, a warrior ." He said while walking around Creed in circles, his hands firmly folded in front of his chest. "And I see you took martial arts cliches 101 from Impero, please don't tell me your going to talk about the artifact you guys clearly have..It would kill me..".

The man smirked, grabbing Creed by his shoulder and turning him around so he could feast his eyes on the god's bane. "That's it!? It looks like a hunk of junk" He yelled, almost disappointing The old man chuckled, walking over a bit more to the blade of legend. "It would seem to to the untrained eye..But the god's bane is perhaps one of the most powerful tings that has ever been on this earth..A weapon made for man to use against god..". "Holy grail, Nazi's gotcha" Creed mumbled. "The weapon was said to have been forged before Christ, before the Christian god. A weapon unusable by the gods, it is literally impossible to touch, as if made of mist to those of great power, however, in the hands of a man? It's only purpose is to strike down gods, make them flesh and bone".

Creed nodded while gawking at the sword. "So what's stopping someone from just killin' all the gods? I mean I don't think their insurance coveres this sorta thing". The grand master chuckled while walking a bit closer to the blade. "Once the man has struck down the god it that made said man search for the weapon, it vanishes, off to some place on this earth where it must be found again. Creed stared at the man with a raised brow under his mask "You realize you almost described the plot to Dragon ball Z right?". The grand master's brow furled slightly, growing a little tired of Creed's antics and babble. "It matters not, for you see I am going to have you executed, for your crimes of intruding this sacred island, killing it's wild li-" Creed clutched the man's head in his gloved hands and violently snapped his neck, killing him instantly. "Look, im not a hero alright? Im a gun for hire..I don't do the profound and deep convos with people! I JUST ANNOY THEM!...And..Well kill them". Enhanced strength>Vines "Yeah I know right? Crazy tree hugger ninjas".

The teleporting ninja walked into the sword room just in time to see Creed grabbing the sword off it's mantle, and the grand master's body on the ground. Little did Creed know, the gran master was also the teleporter's "FATHER!" He screamed as he ran over to his lifeless body and held him, Creed just standing there awkwardly. "Uhh..Oh, well that is really awkward. Talk about a violent retirement plan eh?". The young assassin looked up with a powerful rage, drawing his sword and going to strike his chest, only to teleport at the last second and slide the blade through his back, where he was now standing. "AWW! Cheater!" Creed grunted while pulling off a one liner, quickly moving forward to get the sword out and then went to behead him with the god's bane, only for it to phase through his neck. "What gives!?" Only works on gods, remember!? "Right! I thought he was just being deep and stuff". Creed dodged a few more teleporting sword slashes from the assassin, noticing rather quickly that the ninjas stripped him of his weapons, only having the weapon useless on mortals, strapped to his back. After a while of playing cat and mouse though, Creed started to slip up, getting slashed all over as well as stabbed. "Ow! Jeez! No no not the back of the kneecaps! AAUGH!". This was not by accident though, Creed was simply learning that pattern. "You really think you have a chance against me!? I WILL avenge my father!" The teen yelled just before Creed stood still and put his fist out to the left, the assassin teleporting his head right into Creed's fist, blowing it up into a gory mess. After wiping himself off, he grabbed the ear from the boy's head and tapped on it. "Is this thing on? Hello? Tell your dad that he fought really well! I mean his neck snapped with just the hypest skills!"

The lunatic tossed the ear behind him. Creed grabbed his gear that was hung up on a branch on the side of the room and turned around. "Well that was a lot easier then I expe-...Well hola!" He waved at the massive horde of ninjas that stood right in front of him, all of their blades drawn and thirsty for revenge. "Well since I just beat the main boss, is this a bonus round?". The ninjas didn't wait any longer, lunging at Creed full tilt. The merc quickly dropped a few grenades where he was and lunged into the horde of ninjas, the ones that landed where he just was got blown apart by the explosion. Creed hasn't been in this much pain in a while, and yet he hasn't killed this many people in one day in a while, his sword sliced through so many of them that he was losing count. Look we can't take them ALL down! We really just need to get the hell out of here!. Creed continued to get buried by more and more ninjas.

Our lovable (but insane) mercenary Creed was captured by the order of the god's bane! But after a lengthy explanation and reveal of the sacred blade, Creed revealed that it was his intention to be captured (he could just be lying though) and killed the clan's beloved grand master, as well as his prodigy son. Now the Canadian comedian is underneath a dog pile of sword wielding ninjas, with the god's bane itself on his back. Will he escape to give the solution of Warsman to his team!? Find out! In this awesome finale of this story arc!

"Was I the only one that heard that in like a 60's cartoon announcer sort of way!?" Creed whelped as he kept on getting stabbed with swords from all angles, feeling a hand grab onto the god's bane. "MINE MINE MINE!" He shouted as he pulled out his combat knife and cut the grasping hand clean off. "Shatner..Voice..For...Reaching...Something...Difficult!" Creed barely managed to move his arms enough to reach into his satchel to grab an explosive charge, literally placing it on his chest. "It's ok! I read this in a comic book the other week! It's bound to work!" Oh boy... Creed pulled out the detonator, wasting no time to press his thumb on the top, creating a rather large explosion, ninjas flying in all directions like human shrapnel. The merc himself got enough force from the blast to be sent hurling backwards, around twenty feet like a missile. "Looks like team rocket is blasting offf agaaaaaaain!" He managed to quip just before crashing through a stained glass window of the temple, leading to the outside cliff where he started to fall down. We did it! "Hell yeah we did!". Creed looked down at his chest, ripped open violently from the explosion, his rib cage now visible not for long however, for the healing factor was a already kicking in to make it a few minute fix. "Time to deploy the parachute!" We don't HAVE a parachute "I know...I just really wish one sorta, I dunno, appeared when I-" Creed fell on a branch, breaking it, and continued a painful descent to the jungle floor with a branch hitting his body every second. Finally though, he fell face first into the ground. "Im...Going to need a moment to heal up.." He mumbled as he could already hear his broken bones shifting back into place. Alright lets do a sit rep "Like a workout? Dude I just said my bones ar-" He means a review of stuff man! "Oh..I knew that..Groaaaaan". Ok, so, we have the blade, we now need to get off the island But the homing beacon was in your shoe Which was bitten off by the T-rex "Sooo what your implying is.."..We need to get our homing beacon back.. "Yeeah I guessed as much.." Creed said as he heard the last of his bones pop back into place, hopping to his feet. "So! Back to the whole Jurassic park theme I guess!".

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Creed roamed the jungle, using a tracker device that was in his left boot, to find the homing beacon that was in his right boot. "Man transitions are nice!" He commented while looking down at the tracker, seeing he was in the right area. "Alright Rexy, lets see your insides!". Jumping up on a tree, Creed got on a sturdy branch and pulled out his binoculars, observing the T-rex that was seemingly sleeping among a pile of bones. "Aww, the widdle wex is havin' nappy times..Be a weaaaal shwame if some bad man blew it up.." He said in his best toddler voice while pulling out his grenade launcher, and the single round he had for it. Propping it up on his knee, he closed one eye and took aim. However, just as he was going to take the shot, he heard something land on a branch right beside him. Upon looking over, it was a rather agile raptor, about to pounce on it's next meal. Come oonnnn...You know you wanna say it! "Sigh...Clever girl.." Creed said while looking over at it, what followed was the raptor screeching and pouncing on Creed, making him blindly fire off the round and fall off the branch along with the crafty creature. The grenade missed the T-rex by a few feet, no harm done. What it did do however, was wake it up. Creed fell to the ground, the raptor was on his chest with it's feet talons digging into his upper body while trying to bite at his face, Creed grabbing at it's throat to hold it back. "Why can't I ever get attacked by Emma Stone or something!? I mean I wouldn't even fight back!" Creed stuck his hands right through the raptor's teeth to get a sturdy grip, quickly snapping it's jaw and neck at the same time, Creed throwing the body off of him. "Ok! Now to deal with th-" Creed was quickly eaten by the T-rex as it bursted out from a grove of trees, swallowing him whole. Uh oh..

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A H.A.R.D carrier ship slowly descended down onto the beach of the island, a platoon of soldiers marching out to meet up with Creed for evac. "Where the hell is that freak show " The sergeant asked while looking around for Creed, nowhere in sight. "Sir, the tracker says he is heading right this way.." One of the men said just as they started to hear large footsteps, making them take defense positions. They waited and waited, until the T-rex sprinted out of the treeline and was charging straight for the platoon. "Is..Is that-!?" A corporal said as his gun started to shake. "No time to be surprised, just light it up!" The sergeants command was followed with the Rex's gut literally exploding open, showering the platoon in organs and gore. "Best ride EVER!" Creed shouted as he slid across the beach almost completely nude for his costume melted away in the body acid of the beast, his mask being the only thing that partially survived. The guts he was drenched in helped him slide for a good while before stopping right in front of the pissed off platoon. "The party has officially started, right guys? Am I right? Guys? You following me? Eh? EH!?". "SHUT UP!" The men all yelled in unison.

Creed would suffer from some serious stomach acid burns, trivial due to his healing factor. He made it, he fought ninjas, dinosaurs, a teleporting ninja, and also killed a defenseless old man in the process. However...There was still one more thing on his check list before he left this god forsaken island for good...

The clan of green ninjas huddled in the temple, all kneeling and praying for their fallen leader and his son, their graves overlooking a cliff side where you could see all of the island. The sound of silence wouldn't last long, for the song "Gangnam style" started to fill the air in the distance, making a few ninjas look up from their prayer. A few more seconds, and the song was louder then ever as it was being played on large speakers, and Creed was standing on the open bay door of the H.A.R.D air craft, waving at the clan as the aircraft floated just a few feet from the cliff side "You think I would leave without paying my respects!? I really heard the old man LOVED fireworks!" He shouted while grabbing an experimental RPG launcher, with some "special" ammo Creed made himself. The ninjas drew their blades and started to run towards the aircraft, only to see Creed give a wink and fire off the massive swarm of missiles that launcher produced, decimating the entire clan in a massive fireball. The lunatic turned back to the H.A.R.D soldiers that were watching Creed, now horrified, they witnessed him as he started to do the Gangnam style, fireworks emerging from the explosion and filling the night sky. "Can I get a WOOP WOOP!? No!? Alright that's cool I guess...". The aircraft switched from hover mode to jet mode and blasted off into the night sky.

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Creed: Issue #5: Creed's day off. (Part one)

Disney land, home of imagination, wonder, dreams, happiness. And one of California's greatest drug cartels, "The house of mouse" gang. For the past seven years, behind the curtains, the mouses have been running the place, using profit from the park to fuel their operations, pay off cops, all while still keeping it's family fun land visage. Things have never been running more smoothly, it would be a shame if a lunatic were to stumble upon the operation...

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"Yo Micky!" A few goons dressed in Disney staff clothes walked into the boss's room, the boss of course dressed up as Mickey mouse. "What the f*ck do you morons want now? Can't you see im a little busy?" He shouted with a mickey voice just after snorting a line. "Yeah boss, sorry, but we just got the new shipment in.." One of them said, legitimately scared of the mouse mascot. "Well why the hell didn't you say so? Let's check it..". Micky and his boys went to the docking bays, a shipment just pulled in by a semi-truck. Upon opening the trailer door, they observed the shipment A few hundred pounds of cocaine, weapons, hookers, and worst of all, children. "Heya kids! It's your best pal, Micky!" The mouse said while doing a little dance, it was to no avail however, the kids were petrified. Micky walked into the trailer, instantly having one of the hooker slaved cling onto his red overalls. "Please let us go!" She begged in between sobs, Micky gave her a firm backhand to knock her down. "Hows about you don't talk, stupid slut.." He continued to talk in his Micky mouse voice, turning his attention back to the kids. "You little brats are gunna be hanging out in the twilight zone ride for a while! OK!?" He said while holding his fist up to one of the horrified children, followed with him laughing. When Mickey walked out of the trailer, he was greeted by two men, one in a goofy mascot suit, and one in a Donald the duck suit. "Alright boys, get this where it belongs, then make a show up out on the grounds today, see whats up.." he commanded while walking past them, back into Cinderella's castle, his base.

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At the ticket booth right as the park opened for another day, a very unenthusiastic employee clipped and clipped tickets, until he almost had a heart attack when Creed pressed up against the screen suddenly, of course in his usual costume. "DISNEY WOOOOORLD!" He shouted while pulling out a hundred dollar bill and slammed it down on the counter, grabbing a ticket from inside the booth, clipped it himself and ran into the play land The employee would have called security, but the hundred made him not mind so much. "It's everything I dreamed!" He shouted while looking at all the rides from the entrance, everyone gave the costumed lunatic weird looks while walking by. *Im a part of your brain and even IM embarrassed right now...* *But why dude!? It's the funnest place on earth!* "Hell yeah it is! Where to go first...Hmm...OH OH!" He started to quickly walk down one of the paths. *I would say this was a nice place to pick for the day off Evander gave us for our awesome efforts!* "I know right? I never got to go as a kid! I mean it kinda sucks that nobody else from the team wanted to come! I guess Ren is busy doin' something sexy, Impy is probs practicing his "arms regally folded behind back" pose in the mirror. Evander sailing the seven seas!" Creed talked to himself while walking through the park, taking in all the sights, the staff taking notice of Creed. The merc arrived at the "Twilight zone elevator ride", shoving past people in the line. "'Scuse me! Outta my way! Disney staff comin' through!". He finally made it onto the ride, people awkwardly eyeing him. "Ohhhh boy!" He shouted while shaking about in his seat, a few more minutes passed before a brat behind him started kicking the back of his seat. As soon as the ride started, lights flickering off and on, Creed pulled off his mask and turned around. "OOGABOOGA!" He shouted to the kid while showing off his horrifically scarred face, making the kid promptly wet himself and start crying. Creed laughed and turned around to start cheering "WEEEE! WEEEEE! Oh god im going to throw up...False alarm! WEEEEEEE!" He through his hands up in the air (As if he don't care) each time the ride dropped down. His cheers ceased as his trained ears were picking up something among the scary music and the other peoples entertained screams. It was the crying and pleading of children, crying for help. "Oh god..They REALLY go all out with the sound effects!" He yelled before continuing his cheering. The cries he heard was actually the cries of the cartel's child slaves, chained up under the ride, acting as a prison, their screams masked by the loud ride.

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Micky sat on a throne as he watched his goons sort through the weapons and drugs from the shipment, Goofy walked up to his boss, speaking of course in the character's voice. "Yo Mick, something you might wanna check out for yourself..". The two mascot gangsters walked into the security room, the two guards smoking a blunt while watching all of the park's cameras. "Yeah, good to see my men jerkin' off while I pay em'..Why did you bring me down here Goof?" He said in a frustrated tone while smacking the blunt from the guards hand. Goofy pointed at on of the hundreds of screens, showing Creed walk (more like frolic out of the twilight zone ride, the kid he made wet himself running over to his mom and hugging her while pointing at Creed, the mom inaudibly yelling at him while he ran off. Micky slammed his hands on the counter while leaning in to look closer. "Son of a b!tch! Somebody tell me that is not THE Creed, and just some a$$hole impersonator!.." Goofy flinched as Mickey yelled. "Well gwarsh...I uh..We don't know..Most likely.." Goofy stuttered, only making Mickey punch him right in the gut, making him keel over. "F*ck! Whatever, just get somebody to deal with him discreetly, im not having this whole operation blown up by some crazy motherf*cker mercenary in a costume!".

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Creed: Issue #4: Quest for the death of Warsman. (Conclusion)

Our lovable (but insane) mercenary Creed was captured by the order of the god's bane! But after a lengthy explanation and reveal of the sacred blade, Creed revealed that it was his intention to be captured (he could just be lying though) and killed the clan's beloved grand master, as well as his prodigy son. Now the Canadian comedian is underneath a dog pile of sword wielding ninjas, with the god's bane itself on his back. Will he escape to give the solution of Warsman to his team!? Find out! In this awesome finale of this story arc!

"Was I the only one that heard that in like a 60's cartoon announcer sort of way!?" Creed whelped as he kept on getting stabbed with swords from all angles, feeling a hand grab onto the god's bane. "MINE MINE MINE!" He shouted as he pulled out his combat knife and cut the grasping hand clean off. "Shatner..Voice..For...Reaching...Something...Difficult!" Creed barely managed to move his arms enough to reach into his satchel to grab an explosive charge, literally placing it on his chest. "It's ok! I read this in a comic book the other week! It's bound to work!" Oh boy... Creed pulled out the detonator, wasting no time to press his thumb on the top, creating a rather large explosion, ninjas flying in all directions like human shrapnel. The merc himself got enough force from the blast to be sent hurling backwards, around twenty feet like a missile. "Looks like team rocket is blasting offf agaaaaaaain!" He managed to quip just before crashing through a stained glass window of the temple, leading to the outside cliff where he started to fall down. We did it! "Hell yeah we did!". Creed looked down at his chest, ripped open violently from the explosion, his rib cage now visible not for long however, for the healing factor was a already kicking in to make it a few minute fix. "Time to deploy the parachute!" We don't HAVE a parachute "I know...I just really wish one sorta, I dunno, appeared when I-" Creed fell on a branch, breaking it, and continued a painful descent to the jungle floor with a branch hitting his body every second. Finally though, he fell face first into the ground. "Im...Going to need a moment to heal up.." He mumbled as he could already hear his broken bones shifting back into place. Alright lets do a sit rep "Like a workout? Dude I just said my bones ar-" He means a review of stuff man! "Oh..I knew that..Groaaaaan". Ok, so, we have the blade, we now need to get off the island But the homing beacon was in your shoe Which was bitten off by the T-rex "Sooo what your implying is.." ..We need to get our homing beacon back.. "Yeeah I guessed as much.." Creed said as he heard the last of his bones pop back into place, hopping to his feet. "So! Back to the whole Jurassic park theme I guess!".

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Creed roamed the jungle, using a tracker device that was in his left boot, to find the homing beacon that was in his right boot. "Man transitions are nice!" He commented while looking down at the tracker, seeing he was in the right area. "Alright Rexy, lets see your insides!". Jumping up on a tree, Creed got on a sturdy branch and pulled out his binoculars, observing the T-rex that was seemingly sleeping among a pile of bones. "Aww, the widdle wex is havin' nappy times..Be a weaaaal shwame if some bad man blew it up.." He said in his best toddler voice while pulling out his grenade launcher, and the single round he had for it. Propping it up on his knee, he closed one eye and took aim. However, just as he was going to take the shot, he heard something land on a branch right beside him. Upon looking over, it was a rather agile raptor, about to pounce on it's next meal. Come oonnnn...You know you wanna say it! "Sigh...Clever girl.." Creed said while looking over at it, what followed was the raptor screeching and pouncing on Creed, making him blindly fire off the round and fall off the branch along with the crafty creature. The grenade missed the T-rex by a few feet, no harm done. What it did do however, was wake it up. Creed fell to the ground, the raptor was on his chest with it's feet talons digging into his upper body while trying to bite at his face, Creed grabbing at it's throat to hold it back. "Why can't I ever get attacked by Emma Stone or something!? I mean I wouldn't even fight back!" Creed stuck his hands right through the raptor's teeth to get a sturdy grip, quickly snapping it's jaw and neck at the same time, Creed throwing the body off of him. "Ok! Now to deal with th-" Creed was quickly eaten by the T-rex as it bursted out from a grove of trees, swallowing him whole. Uh oh..

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A H.A.R.D carrier ship slowly descended down onto the beach of the island, a platoon of soldiers marching out to meet up with Creed for evac. "Where the hell is that freak show " The sergeant asked while looking around for Creed, nowhere in sight. "Sir, the tracker says he is heading right this way.." One of the men said just as they started to hear large footsteps, making them take defense positions. They waited and waited, until the T-rex sprinted out of the treeline and was charging straight for the platoon. "Is..Is that-!?" A corporal said as his gun started to shake. "No time to be surprised, just light it up!" The sergeants command was followed with the Rex's gut literally exploding open, showering the platoon in organs and gore. "Best ride EVER!" Creed shouted as he slid across the beach almost completely nude for his costume melted away in the body acid of the beast, his mask being the only thing that partially survived. The guts he was drenched in helped him slide for a good while before stopping right in front of the pissed off platoon. "The party has officially started, right guys? Am I right? Guys? You following me? Eh? EH!?". "SHUT UP!" The men all yelled in unison.

Creed would suffer from some serious stomach acid burns, trivial due to his healing factor. He made it, he fought ninjas, dinosaurs, a teleporting ninja, and also killed a defenseless old man in the process. However...There was still one more thing on his check list before he left this god forsaken island for good...

The clan of green ninjas huddled in the temple, all kneeling and praying for their fallen leader and his son, their graves overlooking a cliff side where you could see all of the island. The sound of silence wouldn't last long, for the song "Gangnam style" started to fill the air in the distance, making a few ninjas look up from their prayer. A few more seconds, and the song was louder then ever as it was being played on large speakers, and Creed was standing on the open bay door of the H.A.R.D air craft, waving at the clan as the aircraft floated just a few feet from the cliff side "You think I would leave without paying my respects!? I really heard the old man LOVED fireworks!" He shouted while grabbing an experimental RPG launcher, with some "special" ammo Creed made himself. The ninjas drew their blades and started to run towards the aircraft, only to see Creed give a wink and fire off the massive swarm of missiles that launcher produced, decimating the entire clan in a massive fireball. The lunatic turned back to the H.A.R.D soldiers that were watching Creed, now horrified, they witnessed him as he started to do the Gangnam style, fireworks emerging from the explosion and filling the night sky. "Can I get a WOOP WOOP!? No!? Alright that's cool I guess...". The aircraft switched from hover mode to jet mode and blasted off into the night sky.

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Thanks all for reading this ^_^ It was a blast to write, and it has convinced me to right more story arcs! Starting today! With a a whole new story arc! Stayed tuned later for "Creed's day off" Taking place on the day Evander commanded his team to go have an "off day" before they set out the day after into "hell" AKA "Warsman's play land". So where does Creed go to celebrate a good story arc? DISNEY LAND OF COURSE! Of course it won't just be simple shenanigans, will he be prepared to deal with a high class drug cartel that is using Disney land as their home ring? Disguised as the staff and mascots? Find out for yourself!

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Creed: Issue #3: Quest for the death of Warsman. (Part three)

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Creed narrowly escaped the jaws of a T-rex (losing his legs in the process), quickly discovering that a type of energy is making this island one of the worst places to be, of all time. Taking down the massive dino was enough to get the attention of the order that guards the weapon Creed is looking for! Luckily, Creed was captured by a horde of the order's ninjas, bringing him right where he needs to be...
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"Surprise!" The members of HARD came out from under the meeting table and threw confetti in the air, a banner on the ceiling said "welcome back Creed". "Awww you guys!" Creed laughed while taking a seat in the directors chair, receiving handshakes from all of the members, including a big hug from Ren. Evander patted the agent on the shoulder a few times before a respectful nod. "You did good out there kid, getting that artifact was the MOST impressive thing I have seen in all of my pirate years!" He laughed heartily while looking out the window. "Now that we have the loot, LETS PARTY!" Creed shouted while throwing on his pirate hat. Next thing he knew, him and the team were on the deck of the aircraft, a massive pirate flag hanging off the side while the crew played jaunty tunes, and the team drank a bountiful amount of ale while dancing and frolicking on the ship. "Ho ho! A pirate's life fo-"

"-r me.." Creed mumbled in his sleep, hung upside down by thick vines. "Ren, Ellie! Please ladies one at a t-WHA!? HMM!?" Creed snapped out of his daze and looked around in a panic, seeing that he was in a temple of some sort. Ah glad to see you have finally woken up "Where am I!? Why is this temple built like it's upside down!?" Creed screamed while looking downwards "Oh..Well great..". Within moments of Creed's banter, three ninjas jumped down on front of the merc, along with the gran master, and his teleporting right hand man. "You know, I saw a porno start like this and it did NOT end well.." Creed said, eyeing the ninjas as if he was worried. The grand master merely chuckled, nodding at his minions to leave him with Creed, and they did just that in seconds. "I see you are a jester much more than you are, a warrior ." He said while walking around Creed in circles, his hands firmly folded in front of his chest. "And I see you took martial arts cliches 101 from Impero, please don't tell me your going to talk about the artifact you guys clearly have..It would kill me..".

The man smirked, grabbing Creed by his shoulder and turning him around so he could feast his eyes on the god's bane. "That's it!? It looks like a hunk of junk" He yelled, almost disappointing The old man chuckled, walking over a bit more to the blade of legend. "It would seem to to the untrained eye..But the god's bane is perhaps one of the most powerful tings that has ever been on this earth..A weapon made for man to use against god..". "Holy grail, Nazi's gotcha" Creed mumbled. "The weapon was said to have been forged before Christ, before the Christian god. A weapon unusable by the gods, it is literally impossible to touch, as if made of mist to those of great power, however, in the hands of a man? It's only purpose is to strike down gods, make them flesh and bone".

Creed nodded while gawking at the sword. "So what's stopping someone from just killin' all the gods? I mean I don't think their insurance coveres this sorta thing". The grand master chuckled while walking a bit closer to the blade. "Once the man has struck down the god it that made said man search for the weapon, it vanishes, off to some place on this earth where it must be found again. Creed stared at the man with a raised brow under his mask "You realize you almost described the plot to Dragon ball Z right?". The grand master's brow furled slightly, growing a little tired of Creed's antics and babble. "It matters not, for you see I am going to have you executed, for your crimes of intruding this sacred island, killing it's wild li-" Creed clutched the man's head in his gloved hands and violently snapped his neck, killing him instantly. "Look, im not a hero alright? Im a gun for hire..I don't do the profound and deep convos with people! I JUST ANNOY THEM!...And..Well kill them". Enhanced strength>Vines "Yeah I know right? Crazy tree hugger ninjas".

The teleporting ninja walked into the sword room just in time to see Creed grabbing the sword off it's mantle, and the grand master's body on the ground. Little did Creed know, the gran master was also the teleporter's "FATHER!" He screamed as he ran over to his lifeless body and held him, Creed just standing there awkwardly. "Uhh..Oh, well that is really awkward. Talk about a violent retirement plan eh?". The young assassin looked up with a powerful rage, drawing his sword and going to strike his chest, only to teleport at the last second and slide the blade through his back, where he was now standing. "AWW! Cheater!" Creed grunted while pulling off a one liner, quickly moving forward to get the sword out and then went to behead him with the god's bane, only for it to phase through his neck. "What gives!?" Only works on gods, remember!? "Right! I thought he was just being deep and stuff". Creed dodged a few more teleporting sword slashes from the assassin, noticing rather quickly that the ninjas stripped him of his weapons, only having the weapon useless on mortals, strapped to his back. After a while of playing cat and mouse though, Creed started to slip up, getting slashed all over as well as stabbed. "Ow! Jeez! No no not the back of the kneecaps! AAUGH!". This was not by accident though, Creed was simply learning that pattern. "You really think you have a chance against me!? I WILL avenge my father!" The teen yelled just before Creed stood still and put his fist out to the left, the assassin teleporting his head right into Creed's fist, blowing it up into a gory mess. After wiping himself off, he grabbed the ear from the boy's head and tapped on it. "Is this thing on? Hello? Tell your dad that he fought really well! I mean his neck snapped with just the hypest skills!"

The lunatic tossed the ear behind him. Creed grabbed his gear that was hung up on a branch on the side of the room and turned around. "Well that was a lot easier then I expe-...Well hola!" He waved at the massive horde of ninjas that stood right in front of him, all of their blades drawn and thirsty for revenge. "Well since I just beat the main boss, is this a bonus round?". The ninjas didn't wait any longer, lunging at Creed full tilt. The merc quickly dropped a few grenades where he was and lunged into the horde of ninjas, the ones that landed where he just was got blown apart by the explosion. Creed hasn't been in this much pain in a while, and yet he hasn't killed this many people in one day in a while, his sword sliced through so many of them that he was losing count. Look we can't take them ALL down! We really just need to get the hell out of here!. Creed continued to get buried by more and more ninjas.

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Creed: Issue#2: Quest for the death of Warsman. (Part two).

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The mad merc, the Canadian comedian, Creed, has been assigned by his team leader to hunt down an artifact that has the potential to harm the god-like Warsman, and it seems he may have picked the right place to look. After getting prepped (and making out with a hallucination of Ren) Creed jumped from the plane and is now falling towards "God's limbo". The island is infamous for it's strange and lethal habitat, all presumed to be caused by one mystic weapon, they same one Creed is searching for.

Creed landed into the thick jungle, his parachute getting caught up in the canopy of the trees. Dangling there, he crossed his arms and had a think. "Ok! So! No information on where to start a all, no idea what's out there in the jungle..Annnd I am dangling like meat on a string.." Creed continued to ramble, all while a literal T-rex stomped up behind him, it's massive head parallel with the merc s body. "I mean what's next? I ridiculous chase scene involving me running through the jungle while being perused by dinos-.." Creed stopped as soon as he felt a puff of warm breath on his back, Creed grabbed onto the parachute strings so he could spin himself around to see. "Oh boy.." He mumbled as he stared into the eyes of the not so extinct apex predator. "Good boy, staaay.." Do I even need to make a Jurassic park joke here?. The beast roared as it unleashed it's gaping jaw upon Creed, trapping him inside of it's mouth. However the rex had trouble for creed managed to break a branch off from the tree and stick it upwards into the monster's mouth, making it impossible to close it's mouth. It's gunna snap! "I KNOW I KNOW!" Creed yelled while trying to crawl out of the mouth, repeatedly slipping on it's tongue. Finally though, the lunatic leaped out of the T-rex's mouth just as the branch snapped, slamming it's jaw down like a steel door. Creed fell face first onto the ground. "Cheese it!" He yelled as he tried to stand up, only to discover that his legs from the knee down didn't make the trip out of the mouth...Looks like your not...Walking out of this one! "A pun!? REALLY!?" Creed complained to the words while crawling like a zombie, his intense upper body strength giving him impressive (and creepy) speed. The prehistoric predator wasn't far behind, giving chase to the rest of his food. "Must..Become..Monkey!" Creed pushed off of the ground and grabbed onto a few tree branches, swinging from one to the other to keep distance from his teeth filled fate. After a few more seconds however, he let go of the branches and landed on his new set of legs that finished growing, now it was child's play outrunning the beast. Do you see it? "Yeah I see it!". Creed sprinted a little faster until he reached the edge of the treeline, and also the edge of a cliff that dropped about a few hundred feet. In a powerslide, the merc drew his katana, stuck it onto the edge of the cliff and hung off the side just as the rex bursted from thye treeline, going way to fast to stop and ended up slipping off the cliff. "Ok..How cool was that!?" Pretty cool I suppose. You mean friggin' rad!. Creed took a few breathes before standing back up on the cliff, quickly pulling out a tiny roll of red and black cloth, unraveling to be a spare pair boots for Creed's costume. Now no longer wearing tattered leggings, the merc pulled out his GPS and scanned the area. "Ok! So according to this..This is where I was supposed to land.." So THAT'S why the countdown was important! "Yeah thanks Holmes, brilliant". Creed stuffed the GPS back into his pocket and rubbed his gut, he was craving some waffles right about now. "Alright let's get back on track to find the weapon, the quicker we find it, the quicker we can hit up a waffle house" He spoke to the words as he started to walk back into the jungle.

Green clad ninjas expertly descended down trees and old stone, into a vine ridden temple. Inside were many more ninjas, all meditating in front of a old rusty sword, covered in moss and leaves, at the front of the horde of them was a green hooded man, old and scarred from many years of battle. A pair of the ninjas walked up beside him, giving a respectful bow along with kneeling. "Grand master, we have distressing news.." One of them spoke with their heads hung low. The regal grand master ceased his calming breathes to slowly look over to the ninja. "What is it my child?" He spoke, his voice was as calm as a flowing creek. "A man, a warrior of some kind, has fallen from the sky, we heard him speaking of finding a weapon.." The young warrior spoke again, unsure of how his master would respond. "Hmm! He is but a man, while we are a clan, a force of nature. What makes you so worried of this lone warrior, child?" The grand master almost sounded amused of the ninja's unsettled behavior. "..He..He seems to be immortal, he faced one of nature's beasts, his legs were removed from his body. And yet, they grew back..". The grand master's eyes opened, revealing them to be a beautiful glowing green. "Most interesting, and distressing this information is..We must find this warrior, we must prevent him from getting close to the god's bane.." He spoke while pointing his hand over to the mantled sword. "Use your powers that the word grants us with it's very presence show the man what force of nature means.." The ninja nodded, the rest of them as well, quickly hopping up on the trees and darting away in all directions.

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Creed leaped from branch to branch, expressing his acrobatic prowess. "How cool would it be if the weapon was like a comic water gun, or a cattle prod..Or even a stapler! Imagine just stapling Warsman to death!" Creed landed on one more branch before slipping off and landing at a camp site, making him rub his chin. "Now, if I leaned anything from movies...Always check out an abandoned camp site..". The merc walked around and investigated a bit, seeing that the site was rather old fashioned, no tech or modern tents. If he didn't know any better this was a traditional oriental camp site, the kettle on over the still lit fire along with the type of fabric for the tents all led to that being true. Are you thinking what I am thinking? "Yup.." Creed managed to say before a shuriken flew out of the forest from nowhere and hit him right in his left eye, making him stumble back a bit. "..Ninjas". Creed didn't have time to pull the shuriken out of his eye before the ninjas dropped from the trees and attempted to kill him right then and there, only for Creed to dodge them swiftly while drawing his own blade. For a second, they were all wearing Impero's mask, but after a head shake, he saw what they really looked like. "Damn you Impero for being the only thing I know about when it comes to ninjas and stuff!" He yelled while parrying sword strikes from a due of green ninjas, out of the side view of his good eye, Creed saw a third on in the distance charge up some sort of energy blast, making him dodge it in time for it to strike a ninja beside him. "That looked alot like tin man's energy!" He yelled while pulling the shuriken out of his eye and hurling it into the throat of the energy casting warrior, turning his attention back to cutting off the arm of a ninja closer to him, "May need a hand picking that up!". The mad man quickly got grappled from behind and the tip of a short sword held at his chest. "If you move, my blade goes through your he-GACK!" The ninja's threat was cut short by Creed grabbing the end of the blade, forcing it through his chest and into the heart of the ninja. After the ninja fell, Creed slowly pulled out the blade and put it beside the ninja, "Creed wins, fatality!". "OK! So at least I know what im up-" A ninja teleported above Creed and forced his blade through his head, killing him instantly. Upon cleaning his blade, he spoke to the ninjas that landed around the teleporter. "Have him bound before he awakens, we are bringing him to the temple..".

*To be con-* HAH! How do you like being cut off! To be continued!

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