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| Tyrant's Challenge; Boss Battle | |
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| Daiohma | Jan 16 2012, 02:39 PM Post #11 |
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The Ice Fang
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Kikiora opened her eyes as soon as the sand had calmed back down. She was no longer in a Coliseum, just a large desert with dead bodies across the ground. A few others where still standing, yet this was not what she focused on. Tyrant was mocking the remaining fighters as he waved from techthe deck of his tiny excuse for a ship. Not one to spend his 'hard earned' gold he had decided to go with a second hand ship. Kikiora gritted her teeth as she narrowed her eyes. Only one fighter remained that she felt was a match for her, yet it was not enough to satisfied her thirst for battle. Tyrant had to suffer, not for taking her gold but for tricking her. She noticed the body of the Viking at her feet and quickly remembered his weapon. She dashed over to the large hammer, skidding her feet across the sand as she caught the handle with both hands. Kikiora pulled the hammer from the sand as she twisted her body, quickly stepping in a circular motion. With ease she managed to lift the hammer, spinning it around as she twirled around in the sand picking up speed. She had one shot but she know of all people she could hit her target. As fast as she had picked up the hammer she was now spinning it around at her top speed. Without a care for what damaged it would cause she let got of the hammer just as she turned to face the direction of the ship. The large metal hammer soared across the sky like a rocket, smashing into the side of Tyrant's ship. There was a small explosion followed by chunks of wood. At first it seemed like the damage only slowed the ship down, but then it slowly started to tilt to it's right. Kikiora grinned as she watched the ship slowly lose altitude across the desert. Surly enough she ship could not carry on in it's damaged state as it gently slide across a sand dune, coming to a stop. ~ ''Darn it all! Of all the luck!'' Tyrant slammed his fist against the side of his ship. ''Why do bad things happen to good people?'' He then asked himself. ''Good....people...'' A deep and slow voice repeated from the shadows of the ship's main room. ''Don't worry Gulma, Daddy will have this fixed in no time.'' Tyrant said as he jumped down to observe the damage. Sure enough there was a hole in the right side of the ship where the hammer had hit. About the size that a small standard cannon would of done. Only reason the ship went down was because of how old and used it was. ''Luck for me it missed the engine, haha.'' Tyrant took a look through the hole smiling as the hammer was only inches from where the engine room was. Yet his smile was short lived as he realized what room on the ship had been hit. ''NOOOO!!!!'' Tyrant fell to his knees as he raised his hands to the skies. The hammer that Kikiora used to take the ship down had smashed into the room that Tyrant had stored his gold. As the ship was slowing going down it left a trail of gold in the sand. Tyrant stood up on the sand dune, staring in the direction he had come. Sure enough the light from the gold glistened in the desert, and in the distance he could make out a small group of people moving across the sands towards his direction. ''My gold...'' He muttered angrily to himself. ''My gold...'' His eyes widened. He took a quick look back over his shoulder at his ship then turned his attention back to the people in the distance. Tyrant knew in the back of his mind that he could repair the ship and escape long before the fighters that he scammed made it to him. However as always he was blinded by his greed and lust for gold. ''No problem.'' He erratically told himself as he wondered back to his ship, like a lost animal looking for food. ''I'll just pick it all back up, yeah that's it!'' He started to laugh, ''I'll just go and pick it all up again, it's no problem.'' He picked up a hand full of small sacks as he wondered across the sand and stood at the back of his ship. ''Dad angry?'' A voice came from the bared windows. ''Yes dad is angry, and them people....well they will have to pay.'' Tyrant slowly raised his hand as he unlocked the door to the ship's cargo bay. The ground around Tyrant shook with heavy foot steps, ''Who make dad angry?'' A deep voice came from behind him. ''Follow my gold junior, follow my gold.'' ~ The second the ship crashed landed Kikiora was off like the wind across the desert, passing the remaining fighters. She had spotted the fact that the ship was dropping it's cargo of gold and followed the path across the desert, not that the ship was out of sight. It was just something about following a golden path to a fight that made her excited. ''Maybe this is it?'' She asked herself as she raced towards Tyrant's downed ship. ''A strong battle for Me?'' The trail of gold took her up a large sand dune, yet the ship was still in sight. What was not in sight on the other side of the sand dune was the trail, and anyone who might of been following it from the other direction. Kikiora almost made it to the top when she noticed the head of someone coming up over the dune from the opposite side. A quick look at the person's pure white eyes was all she saw before a large fist smashed against her body. She was sent back in the direction she had come from, hitting against the sand then sliding against a few of the other fighters who had followed the path of gold in order to get revenge on Tyrant. Kikiora shook her head as she pulled herself up. ''Now that is what I'm looking for!'' She smirked as she managed to open her eyes, already looking in the direction that she was tossed from. Standing atop the large sand dune was a monster of a man. His body was like nothing Kikiora had seen before, his arms where so large that they reached the ground. She looked his muscles up and down knowing that this battle would surly test her. ''What is that!!'' One man shouted out as he looked at the creature. It was wearing some kind of metal plate around the upper part of it's body, or so it seemed. In fact the metal was attached to it's skin, and the fact it covered it's mouth did not stop it from letting out a terrifying roar. It waved it's arms as the chains around it's body rattled. ''Die you monster!'' A fighter shouted as he ran towards the creature with his lance at the ready. ''Bad person!'' The 'man' slowly said in it's deep voice. The lance hit it's target, the creature's leg, yet the lance looked and acted like nothing more than a tooth pick to the giant man. ''Gulma angry!'' It shouted as it rained it's hand, slamming it down across the lance man's body. As the sand settled it was clear that the lance man had been crushed. ''Take my gold will you!'' An old cranky voice came from not too far behind Gulma. Tyrant stood at a safe distance away. ''You will regret the day you cross Tyrone T. Tyrant Senior!'' He raised his staff as a sign of his so called might. ''Junior, destroy them for taking my gold!'' Gulma slammed both his fists against the sand causing a small sand storm to blow towards the remaining fighters who had followed the gold trail. ''Gulma smash you!!'' The creature yelled as one of the six metal tubes sticking out of his arms injected him with a red liquid that seemed to make him even more angry than he was moments ago. He started to run towards the fighters, using his arms as extra legs to gain speed. ------- The Boss is now here, yet it seems no matter what he just can't be hurt. For now.... |
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| Jet Blackbeard | Jan 17 2012, 07:33 PM Post #12 |
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Razul watched with avid interest as Kikiora hurled the massive hammer into the air. It traveled a surprising distance and, even more surprising, actually struck Tyrant's fleeing ship. "That one has both strength and the skill needed to apply it." He muttered to himself. "Perhaps I should befriend her." When Kikiora charged off after the rapidly descending ship Razul followed after her, albeit at a more leisurely pace. He walked calmly out of the arena in the direction she had taken. All around him the other participants in Tyrant's sham of a competition were scurrying like insects to retrieve the gold that had fallen from his ship. "Get back you lot!" One of the men, a Nasrean with a pistol, warned the others. When one of them ventured too close to the scattered coins he was attempting to take for himself a shot rang out and he fell dead upon the sands. "I warned you! Don't try to take what I've claimed!" The man continued to menace the others. So intent was he on driving them off that he didn't notice Razul approaching him from behind. As Razul passed the man by he flicked his arm out casually, striking the gunman across the jaw with his armored fist and knocking him out cold. He'd barely struck the ground before the others swarmed in and began fighting over the gold coins that littered the ground. Razul also paused and stooped to retrieve a prize. It was not gold though. Rather it was the fallen gunman's pistol. Razul admired the weapon's craftsmanship. It was a pepperbox of Nasrean design with six barrels carved from Red Moon Stone. Each was set into a brass casing mounted on a handle of brown hardwood. A quick inspection revealed that five shots remained. Tucking the weapon beneath his armor Razul continued on towards the crashed ship. ~ Arriving on the scene Razul could see that another melee had broken out. A handful of the warriors, the painted Amazon included, had renewed the violence. Razul noted the appearance of two newcomers as well. One of them was an old man wearing a robe and leaning heavily on his cane. The other was....it took Razul a moment to discern that he was even human. The huge man's body had the proportions of a mighty gorilla. Broken chains hanging from his limbs attested to his strength. Seeing the ape-man trading blows with Kikiora dissuaded Razul from joining the fray immediately. Instead of rushing in he hung back for a few moments, observing the action while waiting for the most opportune moment to attack. |
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| Daiohma | Jan 20 2012, 02:14 PM Post #13 |
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The Ice Fang
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Kikiora placed her hand back into her pouch as she pulled herself up from the sand. With a grin on her face she cast Incream over her body once more, ready for a battle that she would not soon forget. A Nasr man dressed from head to foot in red cloth ran past her towards the giant man. He pulled a rusty old cutlass from under his cloak, waving it over his head as he charged at Gulma. ''Die you monster!'' He yelled as he almost lost his own footing up the sand dune. The man swung his cutlass but only managed to make contact with the metal plate across Gulma's chest. ''You bad man!'' Gulma shouted out in his loud yet slow voice. Without thought Gulma quickly took a hold of the man, his right hand grasped his legs as his left hand closed around his head. As the giant raised the Nasr man above his head another of the metal tubes gave off a whirling sound as the red liquid disappeared into Gulma. His eyes looked almost as if they were glowing as he ripped the man in half, blood gushing out and across the sand. ''Good junior!'' Tyrone T Tyrant Senior called out from only a few feet away. He already had half of a small sack full of gold from the ground around him. ''These people have caused me the trouble of having to pick up my own gold, now teach them that nothing is more important than wealth!'' Almost for a split second Gulma seemed to hesitate, there was something about that sentence which almost spoke to him. However he had already started to fight and that was all that he had his mind focused on now. Kikiora had seen what Gulma could do to anyone who carelessly got to close without a plan. Satisfied that she had used Incream enough times she started her approach towards her target. She started with a full charge, kicking up the sand behind her as she ran. Gulma had already clocked her as his next opponent and was in the processed of raising his right arm in order to slam it down on her as soon as she was close enough. This is what Kikiora had predicted, Gulma seemed to be all about power and not much thinking. As soon as she was in arms length of the giant man she slowed down a little then pulled herself into a back flip just as Gulma's hand came crashing down. his fingers just missed her feet as she flipped backwards, her hands against the sand for a moment she looked up while flipping to see if her route was clear. That it was, Gulma's hand had crashed into the sand just in front of her. As soon as she landed back on her own two feet she quickly jumped onto his large hand and ran up his arm. Before Gulma could even think about reacting she somersaulted from his shoulder and landed behind him. ''Ahh.'' Tyrone called out as Kikiora landed only a few feet from his location. Slowly he turned around and stumbled away, ''Ixa'taka devil.'' He muttered under his breath while trying not to drop any of the gold he had retrieved from the ground. Lucky for Tyrone Kikiora was not interested in him no more, she had found a strong opponent to fight. ''Let's see If your worth the Captain's time.'' She said to no one but herself as she looked over her shoulder at Gulma who did not seem to realize that she was only a few feet behind him. She then turned her attention to the ship as she made a dash towards it's direction. |
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| Jet Blackbeard | Jan 20 2012, 05:43 PM Post #14 |
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Razul watched the exchange between Kikiora and Gulma with interest. His insidious mind took in all that he saw and recognized both the strengths and the weaknesses of both competitors. So informed the clever Nasrean began formulating strategies on how best to proceed. First, the tattooed Ixa'takan was clearly uninterested in the reward money. She seemed focused on proving herself the strongest, if to no one but herself. That put her at odds with Razul, as he shared the same goal, but he was not so determined to actually win as she was. Her simplistic desire could actually work in his favor. Kikiora would prove to be a worthy ally, a useful pawn for Razul to manipulate when the time came. Then there was Gulma. Razul regarded him as a mindless brute. He did the bidding of his master without question but his superhuman strength was a force to be reckoned with. Razul had already determined two glaring weaknesses that he could exploit against Gulma. The most obvious would be to take his "father" hostage. Tyrant didn't seem to be physically capable of defending himself. It would be a simple thing for Razul to capture him for use as a bargaining chip to bring Gulma to heel. But this stratagem also held a potential risk. If Razul were to use his father as a human shield all of Gulma's wrath would be centered on him. As strong as he already was Razul had no desire to enrage him further. "I'll need to bleed some of the strength from him before I attempt such a thing." Razul thought to himself. And that's where Gulma's second weakness might come into play. Even as he watched the great brute rip asunder the body of an opponent who had wandered too close one of the tubes embedded in his shoulders drained of the crimson liquid it contained. Razul doubted that it was blood. More likely it was some sort of strength-enhancing potion that fueled the monster's rampage. Narrowing his eyes Razul stepped forward to join the fray. His hand reached beneath his armor and came back wielding the pepperbox he's acquired from his last opponent. Pointing the weapon in Gulma's direction Razul took careful aim at the giant's right shoulder and the tubes that rode atop it. Gulma was a large target and his slow movements meant that even an unskilled marksman like Razul would have an easier time of hitting what he was aiming for. He sighted along the pepperbox's topmost barrel, took a deep breath and held it and finally squeezed the trigger. No sooner had the first shot rang out than a second was fired. Two bullets arched through the air towards the tubes on Gulma's shoulders. Hopefully one of them would find its mark. |
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| Daiohma | Jan 23 2012, 07:33 PM Post #15 |
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The Ice Fang
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Kikiora came to a stop at the crashed ship. She stood looking up at the wooden wreck, surprised that the thing worked in the first place. A quick look over the outside she did not see anything that could work to her advantage as a weapon. The wood was far too old and weak which would probably just shatter on contact with Gulma's arms. Kikiora turned to look back at the battle, she knew that in order to fight hand to hand she would need to knock the large man around a little first. As she put her head around the corner of the hole in the side of the ship a grin appeared on her face. ''They will do just fine.'' She told herself as she entered the room. ~ Tyrone guessed that Kikiora had just ran away, and with Gulma taking on all comers he had returned to picking up what he could of the gold that was scattered across the desert. ''As soon as I'm a rich as I was before maybe I'll buy Valua.'' He joked to himself, although a part of him was almost serious about the remark. Just then two shots were herd across the desert. Tyrone turned to the direction that the sound originated from. A bullet flew right past Gulma's head, which caused him for the first time to react. He turned slowly as if to watch the bullet as it flew by but in doing so he did not see the second bullet which shattered one of the six tubes sticking out from his shoulders. As the tube shattered the red liquid sprayed across the floor below him. No sooner as it made contact with the sand it started to have a chemical reaction. The sand started to burn as it evaporated with a cloud of steam. Gulma swung his head back and let out an almighty roar as if the very tube that had shattered was in some way a part of him. ''You fool!'' Tyrone shouted out, not knowing where the shots had come from. ''Do you know how rare that liquid is?'' He did not know how it really worked or it's full purpose but what he did know what that it was most likely his funding that helped develop it in the first place. ''Stop shooting my money!'' It was obvious that Tyrone saw Gulma as an investment and nothing more. He raised his Cain into the air, the red Moon Stone shone bright, ''Increm!'' He yelled out as Gulma became enveloped in the red light. Gulma once more let out a great roar, and in doing so left himself open for a moment. ''This it it guys!'' One of the remaining survivors shouted out. He charged at the beast along with four other men. They had the opening and five blades but had forgotten about another weapon that Gulma had to help him. The large creature sighted the men charging at him and without hesitation he took a hold of the chain that was attached to his arm. With one mighty swing the large metal ball came flying out from under the sand and smashed into the row of fighters. The cracking of bone could be herd as the first two men seemed to simple snap in half. The other three went soaring across the desert, more than likely killed on contact with the large ball. ''Now kill the remaining fools and we can get back to whats important!'' Tyrone called out to Gulma as he pointed his bony fingers towards the remaining fighters. ~ Kikiora had been watching the event from the ship. ''Now I just need the right moment!'' She told herself as she looked back at her work. She had ripped the small cannons out from their sockets and lined them all up on the deck facing the direction of Gulma. Not only this but she had taken everything and anything explosive and stuffed the hole with them. ''If this doesn't get his attention then nothing will.'' She smiled to herself. |
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| Jet Blackbeard | Jan 25 2012, 05:28 PM Post #16 |
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Razul was mildly satisfied with the results his efforts had brought about. Judging from Tyrant's angry rebuttal it seemed that he'd been correct in assuming the red liquid was of vital importance to the giant. He could not help but wonder if he might profit from acquiring some for himself at the conclusion of this battle. Any such plan would have to wait. And that was assuming Razul even survived this encounter. While his attack had achieved the desired results it had also served to anger Gulma, something Razul had desperately wanted to avoid. Fortunately a group of warriors chose that moment to launch attacks of their own. They only succeeded in shifting Gulma's anger away from Razul and onto themselves. The criminal mastermind was pleased with this arrangement. Those fools had purchased a reprieve for him at the cost of their own lives. Gulma didn't seem the least bit winded after his rampage. Razul regarded the giant with a mix of admiration and fear. He involuntarily took a step backwards, preparing to abandon the battlefield and live to fight another day. Now that the tide had turned against him Razul lost his desire to keep fighting. As he was scanning the area for the safest route of escape Razul saw something that gave him the courage to stand and fight. He had spied what Kikiora was doing atop the downed ship and saw that he had a chance to tip the scales back in his favor. All that need be done was for him to distract Gulma just long enough for the Amazon to carry out her plan. ~ "Your meager strength is no match for my power!" Razul called out a challenge to Gulma. "I shall rend your flesh asunder and send your soul screaming into the abyss!" Now squaring off against Gulma Razul drew his Guillotine. He whirled the deadly blade over his head like a lariat and launched it towards the giant's midsection. No sooner had its chain reached its limit than Razul reeled it back in again. He followed up his first attack with a vicious backhanded swing that sent the blade scything through the air towards Gulma's throat. As the heavy blade swung around Razul spun about on one foot to deliver a third strike towards his opponent. Razul stepped back and resumed swinging the Guillotine over his head. The weapon's long chain had even more reach than Gulma's did and it allowed him to lash out at the giant while keeping his distance. But he doubted that his attacks had done Gulma any real harm. Then again his intention had been to keep the brute occupied until Kikiora could bring her purloined cannons to bear against him. Razul circled warily just beyond Gulma's reach, preparing himself for whatever happened next. |
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| Daiohma | Jan 26 2012, 03:21 PM Post #17 |
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Tyrone T. Tyrant Senior stood up from collecting the gold as Razul yelled out his challenge to Gulma. With a quick look around he could only see the one opponent standing off against his 'son'. ''Only one to go? Ha, take him to hell junior!'' Tyrone raised his staff and used it to point over in Razul's direction before quickly having to put it down and use it to hold himself up. Gulma slowly turned his head to look at Razul, ''Gulma smash you!'' He shouted in his slow deep voice. The giant man took a few short steps towards Razul as the man reveled his weapon. As he swung it around it made a few contacts with Gulma, yet only managed to hit the metal around his neck. This did not anger Gulma as he could not feel the weapon making contact, however with only Razul in the area his attention was focused on him now. Tyrone saw the stranger's weapon as well as the gold around what had now become a battle field. ''I guess I could wait to collect that gold.'' He said to himself as he knew the weapon had a long range. If Tyrone valued anything over gold it was only his one life. ~ Kikiora watched as Gulma smashed away the remaining fighters with one swing of his mighty Ball and chain. This reminded her of her own weapon that she could not bring along with her to the battle. That did not matter as she now had her eyes on the anchor of the ship. With ease she pulled it away from the chain that held it down. As soon as her hands were on the anchor she started to spin it around like the hammer before. She let go sending it into the battle. With an evil grin she turned her attention back to the row of cannons and barrels of gun powder. She reached over one of the crates and picked up a small pistol she had come across while setting up her contraption. She had seen other crew members use the weapons before but she had never had an interest in them. ''Work!'' She yelled at the pistol before seeing the trigger. She squeezed it, setting of the trigger it fired a shot into the creates which quickly set alight. No sooner as she had achieved this she dashed towards the battle, taking an arced path as to not stand in the line of fire that was about to erupt. ~ Gulma stopped in his tracks as the weapon Razul was using finally caught his attention. The light shinning from the weapon made him focus in it as it moved towards him. As if he knew what he was doing, not that he did, Gulma reached out with almost perfect timing. With an open hand he caught the chain as the blade moved away from him. Gulma took a moment to realize that if he was to tug the chain towards his direction he would have the person on the other end in his grasp. Yet as this thought was slowing going though his mind his focus was shifted to a shadow forming besides him. ''Finish him Gulma!'' Tyrone shouted as he started to approach the fight, no longer worried as it seemed Gulma had the situation under control. Just then the ship's anchor landed right next to the giant man, shocking him which also made him let go of the chain. His reaction was to just stand there and stare at the anchor for a moment. ''What the...?'' Tyrone called out as he once again changed direction away from the fight. Gulma finally realized that the anchor had come from behind him as he slowly turned to face the ship. As his eyes made contact with the ship a loud explosion went off sending what was left of the ship into the sky. Six cannon balls went flying across the desert towards the battle. Two went flying either side of Gulma causing the sand to explode on contact. The other four met their target as they smashed into Gulma, sending a wall of sand into the skies. Gulma was sent soaring across the desert, passing Razul and landing just behind a sand dune. While this was going on Tyrone was already on his way across the desert in the opposite direction, knowing that if he started to go now he could probably make it out with what gold he had. He then stopped when in the corner of his eyes he noticed a red light coming from the sand dune. ''Oh yes, maybe my luck has changed?'' He said with a grin. ~ Kikiora stood next to the anchor, resting against it with her arms folded. ''You ready?'' She said, if anything just to get Razul's attention. She then stood up and took a hold of the anchor, pulling it out from the sand and wielding it with one hand. At first it would of seemed that she was ready to fight Razul, yet her attention all the time was on the red light that had started to glow from the sand dune Gulma had landed in. Just then the dune erupted as sand was sent flying. A glowing red light shone as Gulma stood up, roaring to the heavens. All the remaining tubes empty themselves into him as the red Moon Stone flashed it's red light which enveloped Gulma's body. With great force Gulma slammed his fists against the ground sending a wall of sand towards the two fighters. His attention was now locked on the two. --Gulma can now be hurt, however he is at max rage and power.-- |
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| Jet Blackbeard | Jan 27 2012, 07:44 PM Post #18 |
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Razul's face contorted in anger beneath his ivory mask. None of his attacks had caused the monstrous man to lose even a single drop of blood. Grinding his teeth in rage he launched the Guillotine in a second attempt to wound Gulma. Then, in an unexpected display of dexterity, the giant seized the weapon's chain in midair. Razul quickly released his hold on the opposite end to prevent himself from being yanked off of his feet. But now he was disarmed of his best weapon in this fight. Razul drew his Iron Maidens and prepared to defend himself in close-quarters combat. His eyes darted between the giant Gulma and the deck of Tyrant's ship. He silently willed Kikiora to hasten her attack. But instead of cannonballs it was an anchor that came rocketing from the deck of the ship. It crashed down near the two combatants, raising a cloud of sand with its impact. Gulma's attention immediately shifted towards the anchor and Razul was able to take advantage of the distraction. Razul quickly retrieved the Guillotine's chain and attempted to tug the weapon loose from Gulma's grip. Despite his efforts he might as well have been trying to move a mountain. The chain did not even waver in Gulma's hand and it didn't even look like he had noticed Razul was pulling on it. A few seconds later and a rapid-fire series of explosions sounded from the deck of the downed ship. Razul instinctively threw himself to the ground, still gripping the Guillotine's chain. He couldn't see Gulma being hit by one of the cannonballs, let alone watch him as he soared overhead, but he could feel the chain, still in Gulma's grasp, being pulled hard in another direction. Razul was dragged a few paces and then the chain finally went slack. The Guillotine fell from the sky and landed point-down in the sand a short distance away. He was in the process of reeling it back in when the Amazon warrior sauntered over to join him. ''You ready?'' Kikiora asked as she casually hefted the anchor as if it weighed nothing. Misinterpreting her question as a challenge Razul turned to face her, his hand snaking beneath his armor to grasp the handle of the pistol hidden there. Before the two of them could even begin their duel Gulma rose from a nearby sand dune amid a haze of red light and the cry of an angry giant. "Hmph, you failed to kill him I see." Razul growled at Kikiora. "Very well. I shall assist you in making a second attempt." ~ As Gulma reentered the fray Razul's cunning intellect had already seized upon a new tactic. He would leave Kikiora and the brute to their rough-housing for the moment. Right now Razul had spotted another useful item that had been left upon the battlefield and he needed to retrieve it. Moving over to the corpse of one of the men Gulma had slain earlier Razul reached down and tugged the bandanna from his head. He then produced the flask of whiskey he'd taken from the clown earlier and doused the tip of the fabric with the potent alcohol. As he completed his preparations Razul began a slow and steady advance towards the enraged Gulma. He stuffed the dry end of the bandanna into the neck of the bottle and then lit the opposite end with the oil lighter, also a gift from the deceased clown. Razul now held in his hand a fire bomb and he was about to use it. "Burn! Burn in hell for your transgressions!" Razul howled as he dashed forward and hurled the fire bomb at Gulma as hard as he could. If it struck him hard enough the glass would shatter and wash over the giant's body. The flaming cloth would ignite it and Gulma would be set ablaze. Razul was aware that there wasn't enough whiskey in the flask to completely incinerate the giant but it surely hurt him. And that's exactly what Razul wanted; he wanted Gulma to suffer before he died. His victory would not be as sweet otherwise. |
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| Daiohma | Jan 28 2012, 07:02 PM Post #19 |
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Kikiora smiled as Razul make his way towards a corpse, leaving Kikiora alone for a moment with Gulma. The hunter swung the anchor around then slammed it down into the sand. Her hand went into her pouch as she pulled out her red Moon Stone. With a twisted look of satisfaction she tightened her grip on the Moon Stone as it shone bright red. ''Moons, give me the strength to conquer all men!'' She called to the Moons. A mighty red glow surrounded her body with had become so use to her abusing the Increm magic. Gulma roared once more before using all four limbs to charge at Kikiora. The woman from Ixa'taka did just the same and charged at the monster with her anchor held high. They came face to face as Gulma swung his right arm down at the woman, only just missing as she used her speed to her advantage knowing Gulma was not the fastest when it came to moving. As the giant pulled his fist out from the sand it gave her time to run around to his back. She let out two punches followed up with a kick from each leg. Gulma swung his body around to face her, swiping at her legs. He did not make contact by the sheer force of his swing caused Kikiora to almost go down. She used the anchor to stay standing up, a smile on her face as she was truly enjoying the fight. As Gulma took a flew more swings at her she noticed the timing between each swing. As his arm came around once more she timed the opening and swung her anchor upwards. It smacked Gulma right in the face, sending him stumbling a few feet backwards. "Burn! Burn in hell for your transgressions!" A voice came from behind the two. Kikiora turned in time to see Razul hurled a bottle at Gulma. Gulma saw the bottle, but he had no clue to what it was. His instinct reaction was to smash the object as it hurled towards him. He swung his mighty arm out, the fist met the bottle and shattered it. In seconds Gulma's whole right arm was burning as the fire exploded from the bottle. He waved his arm around for a moment but not in pain. It was thanks to the liquid that he could not feel pain, however not knowing when your body is in danger could be a downside. Gulma swung his burning arm at Kikiora who rolled out of the way, leaving her anchor which Gulma's arm almost caught. The bottom of the anchor set on fire as Gulma ran by. He started to pick up speed, his target was now Razul. |
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| Jet Blackbeard | Jan 30 2012, 03:13 AM Post #20 |
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Razul was not surprised that the brute didn't seem to feel the pain of his own flesh being burned. He was beginning to understand that whatever that crimson liquid had been it had endowed Gulma with more than just increased physical strength. He reckoned it to also contain a powerful narcotic or some other drug that affected the mind. That would explain Gulma's immunity to pain as well as his heightened aggression. The cunning kingpin surmised all of this in the blink of an eye. But when the giant turned his berserk fury upon him Razul's mind switched over to plotting how best to counter his incoming attack. Gulma rushed across the sand on all fours like a wild beast. Razul felt his heart lurch in fear but he refused to give in to such a petty emotion. Instead he mastered the fear and held his ground. It was only when Gulma was close enough for him to see the pupils of his bloodshot eyes that he chose to move. Razul leapt aside at the last moment, allowing the giant to rage past him. At the same time he swung his Guillotine in a wide arch towards Gulma's legs. The attack wasn't meant to wound him though, as the heavy blade sliced through the air in front of the giant. Its trailing chain was on target however. Razul was attempting to use his Guillotine like a makeshift lasso. If he could bind Gulma's legs together it would immobilize him long enough to land a killing blow. Gripping the chain with both hands Razul pulled back on it with all of his might, hoping that his plan had worked. If the giant managed to slip his bonds then he would have to think of something else. |
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