Shady dealings [Ob/JaK]

"Punctuality?" This word was usually applied to those that worked by a schedule...Uptight people and beings that expected things to go by plan. However, in this world nothing was certain and things could happen in an instant or in a lifetime. So it was Creed's practice to handle situations as they came, and have an ideal plan for each outcome, rather than focus on just a few different variants for success, such as a plan A, plan B, etc.

"Ninja such a derogatory term; shinobi. You wouldn't like to call you the cloaked man, would you?" Creed was testing his patience and for good reason. He had employers in the past who couldn't keep their cool and nearly ruined the mission with their impatience. "Reasonable, and to be expected..I'd actually prefer it if you don't pay me until the deal goes through." It was an odd suggestion, but Creed had reason for it. "You see, I don't worry that I won't receive payment after the job is completed, because after you my work...You wouldn't be stupid enough to believe that there was any place in this world you could escape me if you were not to pay me." It was a stroke of good faith to trust your employer as well as boast a bit about his own abilities and his confidence, not getting paid, typically put the employer's at ease and confidence in his abilities.

However, apparently this one was going to be a different type of breed. He wanted to test Creed's abilities. His words were the tip off obviously and with them spoken Creed leaned and then performed a series of backflips and lunges towards his sword to avoid the snakes. Then as he reached his weapon he noticed the employer was missing from his original spot with his peripheral vision and grabbed his blade with one arm, while taking note of the missing adversary. He wielded it quickly and lightly as if it were a fan and spun it in between his fingers and as it rotated in front of him like a giant buzzsaw, the blade lopped off the snake heads. It appeared he didn't notice the approaching danger, but as he spun the blade in front of him it cycled around around him like a bow staff wielder would do performing stunts and blocked the strike from behind as well, without Creed even looking. "Will this suffice for your test, or would you like me to quit restraining myself?"
Creed spoke plainly and then dropped a kunai out from his sleeve and rolled forward. The large sword attached to his back now, from when he blocked the attack from behind and grabbed his headband with the other hand. He had hesitated to throw the hidden blade behind him and blocked instead because it wasn't wise to truly engage employers during their...tests.

"So glad we could come to an understanding..." The ninja jukes sideways after revealing his sharingan to the employer, the staff grazes his blade and his arms shakes as he struggles against the strength of his adversary. While balancing his block on his hind leg, he slides his leg under Hafiz and attempts a sweep. "This eye...This is what will guarantee the success of the mission, since you want to know what you're paying for." The eye was a ruby red color with three accents around the pupil. Additionally, the sharingan as he called it, was glowing, but hadn't been when the battle first began. It was a peculiar trait to say the least, along with many other things about this particular shinobi. With his free hand as he spoke, Creed performed odd hand motions, as if speaking sign languages, but to a more educated individual they would recognize them as hand seals signaling the animal zodiacs.

No more words escaped the ninja's lips. He only appearingly took the hit, while observing the stripes travel up his leg. The blow sounded like it had shattered a rib or three...Right, that's all he needed to know. The illusion then ended, as it was discovered the thing he struck wasn't Creed, but a mound of garbage/junk shaped like him, which broke apart from Hafiz's grip and attack. However, from above a bright light lit up the sky before hurtling down towards the snake mage.
"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!" In the sky Creed had escaped and had already blown a rather hefty sized ball of what appeared to be fire at his temporary opponent. However, even though they did burn, these flames would not leave an actual burn mark. Afterwards, he landed on the ground about 3 yards from the opponent and placed a hand upon the floor while on one knee. "That should've impressed him...hopefully." The shinobi still wondered what that could've been back there, those markings...

"So infiltration and sabotage." Creed said as he pulled down his headband to cover his sharingan "Interesting." Creed was pondering why he would need to frame them, but asking too many questions wouldn't be potentially of any use. No, it was the right questions he needed to aim for. "Ok, before we move any further. I'll need more intel, specifically about the heroes. What kind abilities can I expect. As good as I am. If you're sending me on a metal cargo ship and one of them have them can crush the entire vessel like a tin can without warning or recognize me through some sort of visual mantra, I can't guarantee mission success." The ninja desired specifics on his possible targets. For good reason to; whenever heroes were involved things got, a degree higher in difficulty. Once he was sent to assassinate a sacred animal for religious political purposes and it's owner was able to suck out souls by taking a deep breath. Needless to say, that mission was rather...Difficult.