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| Chapter 1: The Duo Beings Their Journey! The Lush Island Santa Reia! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 20 2012, 04:30 PM (1,262 Views) | |
| Tyberius W | Aug 20 2012, 04:30 PM Post #1 |
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Deus rose quickly, as the sun peeked over the horizon and shone into his small villa. The home was left to him by his parents when they passed away, Deus was glad for it. He was used to the early mornings. Probably from his short, but memorable, military days. Deus went into the kitchen and started brewing some coffee. He went out to the stone deck and looked out around the small burg. Just like him, people were preparing for a full day of activity. As the coffee finished, Deus poured a cup for himself, and left it on the heater. He knew someone else was going to want some later. After about thirty minutes, Deus finished his cup, put it in the sink, and went to his room. There, he pulled out a secret panel, and pulled his pride and joy out. The Scrap Cannon. A beautifully made weapon, that could fire anything that could fit in the chamber. It was reloaded like a repeater, and used the pumping action to store compressed air. He made it when he was only a child, but it still outdid most basic rifles. Today was cleaning day, so he decided to start with this. After an hour, Deus finished. It was about seven or eight, and his partner should have been awake by then. He put the rifle back in it's place, and went to his partner's room. He opened the door slowly, walked over to the bed, and kicked the legs forcefully to jog him. "Bruca! Wake up. We have work to do. Both awake and asleep you are like stone." Deus rolled his eyes as Bruca began to rouse from his slumber. Deus smiled at the small pun he made to himself, and walked out of the room. He would wake up soon enough. |
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| Crunchy | Aug 21 2012, 12:21 AM Post #2 |
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Bruca woke to the smell of coffee. Somewhere in the villa he lived in with Deus, morning routines were already being performed. He rolled over and fell back asleep. Deus would wake him up if it was important, and he had a killer headache that he would much rather sleep off. He may have turned his back on his family's alcohol-fueled martial arts, but he had kept the love of alcohol. He and Deus had taken a bit of time off since collecting their last bounty, and if he didn't have to chase after a bounty, then Bruca didn't see any reason to avoid his sweet poison. The second time Bruca woke up, he had to remind himself that the man kicking his bed was his partner. "We've been working together long enough now, don't you know better than to wake me up like that? Don't give me that "It's because you were drinking last night" crap either, you do that every morning." Bruca grumbled mostly to himself as Deus left the room. "Seems like I might have overdid it a bit last night." Bruca thought as he got himself ready for the day, the headache he tried to sleep off still hammering away behind his eyes. He made his way into the kitchen where the coffee Deus had made earlier was still sitting on the warmer. Bruca poured a cup and slugged it back, then poured himself another. "Alright, I'm awake now. What kind of work do you have lined up for us today? Real work where we get paid, or do you think I'm cleaning your house for you again?" Edited by Crunchy, Aug 21 2012, 12:22 AM.
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| Tyberius W | Aug 21 2012, 02:31 PM Post #3 |
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Deus smirked openly as he remembered that joke. "I've already finished that. We actually do have some work lined up today. Deus went over to the counter, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pad of paper. Since bounty hunting wasn't as large in the South as it was in the rest, Deus and Bruca turned to odd jobs to stave them over until the next bounty target. Many times it was just manual labor, but other times it was bets with the townsfolk on feats of greatness. Today wasn't such a day though. "Today, we actually got a very good job. Since we, 'we' being you, went out drinking last night, we did slightly put a dent in our overall financial status. I lined up a job for us that would bring us back to that point. It's helping a shipping company load containers onto a large ship. Since the crane in the port was reserved to another company for the day, they need manual labor to get the crates on board. They would have waited until the next day, however, the items being shipped need to arrive on time. We will be working with them, and once all the crates are on, we get paid. After that, we can head home and check the new bounties, as they will arrive mid-afternoon." Deus finished his own cup of coffee, put it in the sink, and grabbed a pair of leather gloves. "I heard the crates are pretty heavy. Think you can handle the work, and your hangover?" Deus smirked once more at his partner, walked over to the table, and sat down. "We need to be there in about 30 minutes. Go get anything you need, and then I'll Door us over." Deus kicked his feet up, and waited for Bruca to get ready. |
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| Crunchy | Aug 23 2012, 02:32 PM Post #4 |
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Bruca listened to Deus as he described the work he had lined up for the day. "Great, I get to lug crates around all morning. I should've just stayed in bed." He thought, as he worked on his third cup of coffee. "Yeah, I can handle the work, and I'm not hungover, I just have a headache. Probably from waking up to you." Bruca said, a hint of a smile at the corner of his face. That disappeared as he finished his third and final cup of coffee and stood up. "30 minutes? I won't be that long." He set his cup down on the table and walked back to his room. "Tell me I'm hungover... I'll leave a mess all around the place.... One coffee cup at a time if that's what it takes..." Bruca grumbled under his breath as he shut the door to his room and sat on the floor. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply, Bruca focused on the pain behind his eyes. After a few minutes, the pain had gone from nails being driven through his skull down to a small thrum, almost soothing to Bruca in it's familiarity. One more deep breath and Bruca opened his eyes. He had fond memories of home, but right now he was most thankful for the lessons in headache management that his grandfather had taught him, every morning after a long night of training. Bruca stood up and took a quick look around the room, making sure he didn't forget anything. Then he walked back to the kitchen where Deus was waiting for him. "Alright, I'm ready to go. I'm not sorry I kept you waiting." Bruca cracked another of his not-quite-but-maybe-who-knows jokes, along with the instantly vanishing smile, and looked at his partner expectantly. |
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| Tyberius W | Aug 24 2012, 12:27 AM Post #5 |
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Deus set his feet off the table, and stood up. He gave Bruca a smile, knowing his self-humor. "Alright then. Lets get to work." Deus opened a door, and they walked through one after the other. The shipping yard of the port was always a lively part of the island. Much of the shipping done there was herbs, and plants. However, some manufactured items were exports of the island. Deus took a look at the contract made up for the work. "Alright. The boat we are loading is in dock C." Deus led the way, as it was easy to get lost in this area. On the walk, Deus reflected on his partnership with Bruca. With any other two people, the two probably would have become mortal enemies. However, their partnership had flourished magnificently, bringing in a steady cash flow of small-time pirates and hired hands. Even with every insult and small jab that they took at each other, their friendship never faltered. Deus's concentration was broken to the sound of a young man's beckon. "You the two hired hands for the day?" Deus nodded, and the man continued "My name's Avery. I am the captain of this fine ship, and your boss for the day. Look, I'm not paying you by the hour. This ship needs to leave port before two PM. The quicker that happens, the more I get to pay you. My superiors have authorized this." Deus got a glint in his eye, and turned to Bruca. "We will get it done, no worries. Bruca, how about we make a bet out of this? Whoever can get more crates on the ship, gets seventy-five percent of the profit to do with as they please. Twenty-five goes into the bank to cover expenses. The Captain will keep count of all the boxes put on the ship. What do you say?" |
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| Crunchy | Aug 24 2012, 01:32 AM Post #6 |
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Bruca followed Deus to the dock wordlessly, contemplating the quiet thrum that had moved to a tiny portion in the back of his head, just as his grandfather had taught him. One of the pillars of Rum Boxing was headache management, and understanding that particular enemy was a key concept Bruca still strode to understand, even if he had forsaken his family's heritage when he went off to sea. The sharp voice of the young captain broke his train of thought, snapping him back to the moment. Bruca listened to what Avery had to say while picking up the first crate of the day. As Deus turned to him and offered his challenge, Bruca smiled inwardly in triumph. "Yes! Today will finally be the day I win the money! They we can stop drinking when I say so!" "I've already got a head start." was all Bruca needed to say before he took off with the crate. After that, a mad race ensued. By the time the race was coming to a close, Deus had evened out his count with Bruca. The small crowd that formed over the course of those couple hours had split their opinion nearly half and half, and each side was cheering on their favorite. "BRUCA! BRUCA! BRUCA!" "DEUS! DEUS! DEUS!" As the two reached the last crate, Avery, taking great interest in this contest, shouted, playing to the crowd. "There's one crate left! The score is tied! Who will it be, folks?" Half the crowd booed while the other half erupted in cheer. "Yeah! Deus! Way to win it again!" Bruca hung around the dock at the ship he and Deus had just finished loading, waiting for Deus to pick up the money he'd just won. "Damn it, every time... One of these days, we're going to rule devil fruits out of our contests, then we'll see who's the winner..." Grumbling to himself as Deus made his way down the gangplank back to the dock, he looked up at his partner/rival. "Yeah, you won again, that just means you're buying the drinks tonight, right? You know I'd do the same for you." Bruca gave that vanishing smile to Deus, hoping that his partner would be a little looser with his wallet than the last time he'd won one of their contests. |
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| Tyberius W | Aug 26 2012, 12:40 AM Post #7 |
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Deus smiled at the defeat of his partner, but he never had a doubt. Deus always made these type of bets, and almost always won. He turned to the captain for payment, and he was handed it wordlessly. Deus then thought on Bruca's question, and retorted. "Sure, why not? First of all though, I need some things in town." As they walked off side-by-side, Deus saw the look of defeat in Bruca's eye, and knew he didn't want to talk. As they progressed up Main Street, Deus stopped at small food carts, to pick up odds and ends for dinner. He may not have been a world-famous cook, but he knew how to make a couple good meals. "Don't worry Bruca. I'm picking up some good alcohol on the way. Tonight we eat as kings." Deus kept his promise, and grabbed all different kinds of poison, from beer, to vodka, to rum. The house had been very dry as of late, and it needed to be restocked. Once Deus collected the last item needed, the profit was near gone. So, he Doored the two of them back home. A couple hours later, Bruca was off doing his own thing, and Deus began to make dinner. As he began to heat the oven, he heard quite a few resounding thuds in the distance, and his skin went cold. All he could utter was "GET DOWN!" before a hail of cannon fire demolished much of the structural integrity of the villa. |
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| Crunchy | Aug 28 2012, 02:31 PM Post #8 |
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A shout from Deus off in the other room snapped Bruca's concentration, just as the walls of the villa began to shake and crumble. "Oh, what the hell..." Bruca muttered to himself, as he looked out the window in his room. The scene outside was a familiar chaos to Bruca. There had been a similar sight on his home island when he was younger, that had actually inspired Bruca to become a bounty hunter. Pirates! Bruca couldn't tell which crew these pirates belonged to, but it made no difference. These pirates would be sorry they came to this island, Bruca would make sure of that. Bruca ran down the hall, from his room into the kitchen, as more cannon fire struck the villa. They wouldn't be able to stay here for too much longer if things kept up this way. Bruca looked at Deus, who had hunkered down to protect himself from the cannon rain. "You gonna stay there all day, or you gonna grab your junk gun and get to work? While you make up your mind, I'll be out there extending my lead. You won't beat me twice today." That said, Bruca turned and ran out of the villa, towards into the chaos of the pirate raid that was beginning to envelope the town. That vanishing smile made a brief appearance on his face as he was running into the madness. "That'll get him moving. And maybe we can take care of these pirates before they bust up the place too bad." |
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| Tyberius W | Sep 1 2012, 11:25 PM Post #9 |
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After the first bombardment, Deus looked up for a moment, only to hear Bruca's words, and see him dash out one of the large holes made by the cannon fire. He picked himself up, and looked around the kitchen. All he saw was destruction. The only standing structure left was the table, and Bruca's left coffee cup. "I'm going to kill him for that cup, but now isn't the time." He ran to his room, got his Scrap Cannon, and began to try to catch up to Bruca. As Deus was running through the town, he could see the same destruction on the town as his own home. He looked over to the pirate ship, and saw something peculiar. The ship itself was loaded to the brim with cannons, but the deck looked completely empty. The gears in his mind started to turn, as he ran through an Air Door to catch up to Bruca. "I'm not going to beat you again. I'm going to beat them for wrecking my house! Go help a couple people, I need time to gather some equipment. Meet me at the docks when you are ready. Deus dashed off towards the docks, and out of sight of Bruca. |
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| Crunchy | Sep 18 2012, 05:04 PM Post #10 |
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Bruca watched as Deus ran off to the docks, wondering what kind of equipment he could be looking for in the middle of a pirate raid. "Oh well, I'm sure it's important, or else he would've accepted my challenge." Bruca thought to himself as he began walking into the chaos the town had turned into. A pirate ran up to Bruca, screaming, sword in hand. "Give me your money and I'll think about letting you live!" The pirate exclaimed, while slashing at Bruca in a vertical motion. Bruca pivoted backward easily on his left foot, the attack missing him by inches. "Sorry pal, but you picked the wrong guy on the wrong day. Kachi Punch!" The blow caught the pirate square in the gut, knocking the air right out of him. He stared at Bruca as he sank to his knees gasping for breath, the realization that he indeed picked the wrong guy dawning on his face right before consciousness skipped town and he collapsed. Bruca didn't waste any time moving on. Bruca headed towards the docks, intent on beating up any pirates that he came across as he made his way to meet up with Deus. As he passed an alley, he heard a scream. He looked down the alley to see a woman cornered by a group of 5 pirates. "I know where this little scene is headed, and I'll be damned if I let it get there." Bruca stepped calmly into the alley and spoke. first to the woman, then addressing the small group of pirates. "Hang tight miss, these guys won't be bothering you any more very soon. As for the five of you... Well, you SHOULD be ashamed of yourselves, but I've yet to meet a pirate who feels shame for his actions." |
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| Tyberius W | Sep 22 2012, 06:19 PM Post #11 |
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When Deus made it to the docks, he found that it had already been ransacked. It was their landing point, and their first place to loot. Deus got to work quickly, finding all the necessary equipment and throwing it in his bag. Deus knew it was unorthodox, but he knew this plan would work. Suddenly, off in the distance, Deus hears "KACHI PUNCH!" off in the distance. "Oh hell... What kind of trouble did he get into now? Deus grabbed the last of his gear, and started to run through air door after air door to reach Bruca quickly. Deus lands himself on a roof, next to an alley, and scans for where Bruca is. As he searches, he hears Bruca speaking. "As for the five of you... Well, you SHOULD be ashamed of yourselves, but I've yet to meet a pirate who feels shame for his actions." Deus rolls his eyes. "Once again, the Knight in Skin Armor to save the damsel in distress!" Deus yells out, and every one of them look up to his position on the roof. "Sorry Bruca, looks like you are about to be upstaged" All of the pirates are in confusion, seeing the man on the roof yelling at the other man. As they are figuring this out between themselves, Deus pulls out the Scrap Cannon, loaded with rope and a large bailing hook tied t the end. He then opens a door in front of the barrel, opening down beside the pirates. "Scrap Cannon!" Deus yells as he fires the hook out of the barrel. It whips straight in front of all the pirates, as they are caught in confusion at the miss. Suddenly, Deus pulls back on the rope, yanking the hook back before hitting the wall, catching the farthest pirate in the abdomen, and pulling him into the rest of the fiends. Deus then steps through the door, and ties up the adversaries. He cuts the hook out, ties the rope and looks back at Bruca, with a smile plastered on his face. "Are you done playing hero, so we can get this done with?" Deus continues to smirk, as he Doors them both to the docks, and begins telling of the plan. They are both on the rooftop of the foreman's office, as Deus tells the plan. "Alright, I can see the deck of the ship from here, so I can Door us to there. However, I need them off the deck so we can get on and have the element of surprise. I have cannons lined up on this roof. He points to the seven fixated cannons pointing straight at the pirate ship. "I need you to light the fuses, and as the guns go off, they will get below deck. We will then get on the ship, beat them all, and save the town. Now we also have two ways we can go. One of us is going below deck to handle the scrubs, and the First Mate. The other will proceed to the Captain's Chambers and beat him. You have the choice right now, I can take either. What's it going to be? |
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| Crunchy | Sep 24 2012, 10:21 PM Post #12 |
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Bruca listened to the plan as Deus laid it out for him, still a little sore from being upstaged in the alley. But that was the way Deus always did things, and Bruca couldn't fault him for it. At least the man could get a job done. "I'll head below and clean up all the riff-raff. You go after the captain, you've been getting all the glory so far today, why stop now?" Bruca held his hand out for Deus to give him the matches, only to realize seconds later why Deus needed him to light the fuses. "Yeah, we're just gonna pretend I didn't do that, right?" Bruca walked over to the first of the cannons, concentrating on heating his hand to a temperature that would ignite the fuse. This aspect of his devil fruit had always required more concentration for Bruca, and as such he rarely utilized it. Hot hands weren't very necessary when you could just knock out your mark with a punch as solid as stone. Bruca grasped the end of the first fuse and continued raising the temperature in his hand until he saw a flame erupt. Maintaining his concentration, he began walking down the line of cannons, igniting each fuse in succession until they were all burning. Walking back to Deus, Bruca dropped his concentration, allowing his hand to return to its normal temperature. As the first cannon fired, Bruca mentally prepared himself for the chaos that was about to occur. "Alright, that should get them all running for cover. Let's do this." Bruca said, his face serious. It was time. |
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| Tyberius W | Sep 29 2012, 11:36 PM Post #13 |
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As Bruca lit the fuses, the gears began turning inside Deus's head. He was calculating time, froce, and what the reacion of the impact would be on the boat all at the same time. He was getting mentally and physically prepared for a tough fight, where he couldn't lose his cool over his home being destroyed. He shook that thought out of his head as the cannons began to fire. He wanted to time it perfectly, so that once all of them were off deck, he would door them over The cannonballs make direct hits on the side and deck of the ship, causing many on board to panic at the town retaliating. All started to head below deck, and Deus opened the door there. He placed of the roof of the building so they would fall feet first. Deus pulled Bruca through with him, and shut it. "Ok, we are here. No time to waste. I'll head up to the captain and give him something to fear." Deus rushed up the stairs, leaving Bruca to his own devices. He smashed in the door, hoping to suprise the captain and get the jump on him. However, the captain was nowhere to be found. Deus closed the door, and walked in cautiously. Keeping tabs on any escape route, Deus heard a raspy voice right behnd his head. "Hello there, Bounty hunter." Deus turned around and swung at the sound, but there was nothing there. "You shall need quicker moves than that if you even want to contend with me." Deus turned quickly to the voice and saw where it came from. It came from a man in his late fifties, moderatly wrinkled and moon white hair. He was of average size and looked quite frail, as he walked with a strangley curved cane. He was standing at the far end of the room, and Deus didn't know what to do at this point. "Alright then, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can either turn yourself in for the act of seiging a city and piracy, or I can beat the living crap out of an old man, your choice." The old man scoffed at Deus's threat. "Well, that seems like no way to speak to an elder. I am Captain Martank. The Martank Pirates have been under my stead for thiry years now. I may not be as spy as I used to be, but I can still cut up an insolent child if I have to." Martank pulled on the end of his cane, revealing that the cane was actually a hidden, curved blade. Martank brandished it, and Deus prepared for the fight. |
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| Crunchy | Sep 30 2012, 03:20 AM Post #14 |
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Bruca's eyes briefly followed Deus as he ran off in search of the captain. A quick smirk appeared on his face, disappearing just as quickly. "The man loves a fight, can't argue that one. But then again, who doesn't?" Bruca muttered to himself as he glanced around the deck of the ship. The damage from the seven cannons the duo had fired off was clearly noticable, but Bruca had a feeling that it looked a whole lot worse than it actually was. Taking a moment to survey the scene, he plotted his course of action. Bruca darted for the nearest door and flung it open. "The best offense is a good offense." Bruca thought to himself, flashing another of those semi-psychotic smiles to the nobody around him as he proceeded through the door and into the ship. Bruca was itching for a fight after all of this morning's events, and he was not disappointed as he entered the ship. Two pirates were halfway through the room Bruca had just entered, and he could see a handful more coming up the stairs through the open door on the other side of the room. The pirates spotted him, but Bruca was in a sour mood and he really just felt like inflicting some pain at the moment. The poor fools couldn't even get their swords out of their scabbards before Bruca was upon them. "Kachi Punch!" Bruca caught the first pirate with a hook to the jaw. He was out before he hit the ground. "Kachi Kick!" A roundhouse to the second pirate sent him flying back to the open door, right into the arms of his shipmates, who had just reached the top of the stairs. Bruca didn't give these reinforcements any time to react to the fact that their friend had just been kicked into their arms. "Hey guys, I just thought of a neat trick." Bruca flashed the riff-raff his quick crazy-grin before running full tilt directly at them. Dropping the unconscious body of their comrade and drawing their swords, the small group of pirates readied for Bruca's charge. Or so they thought. "Kachi Body!" Bruca shouted, dipping his right knee down. "Now... CANNONBALL!!!" Bruca leaped forward while tucking his knees into his chest and propelled himself directly at the pirates, the open door, and the descending staircase beyond. "I really hope this works, or I'm in for a world of pain." He thought, flashing a wild smile at his kneecaps. |
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| Tyberius W | Oct 8 2012, 10:03 PM Post #15 |
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Deus cracks his knuckles, and put on his grooved, onyx ring. He kept it i his pocket, as to not lose it, but only put it on in times where he was certain he'd need it. Deus got into his defensive, kickboxing stance and tauntingly waved his fingers at Martank. Martank took this as a commencement of the fight, and charged Deus. The lightness of the sword allowed Martank to swing it very quickly, pushing Deus to dodge. The strikes felt random at the start, but the Deus noticed a pattern. As Martank took a horizontal swing, Deus kicked the ground hard, and opened a door under him, and behind Martank. Deus was flung through with the force of the kick and gravity, and slammed into Martank's back. Martank began to laugh as he turned around to where Deus now stood. "SO! That's your power. Now I'm really going to have to keep a lot of my focus on not leaving any openings. I guess I'll have to make a couple IN YOU! Martank rushed Deus with more vigor this time, as if the blow had activated some kind of bloodlust. Deus found it even harder to dodge, even taking a couple small slices to his suit. Finally, he took a risk, and blocked the sword with a punch, and colliding with his ring. The battle of power ensued with Deus not faring well against the leverage Martank had. As Deus moved his second arm to help, Martank struck Deus with a right hook. Already leaning in the direction, Deus was flung into the wall, and destroying barrels and other odds and ends sitting there. Deus began to shake off the hit and Martank sauntered over to him. "hehehe... That all you got, kid? If you really think a ring and some tricks will beat me, you are sadly mistaken." Deus quickly turned over, with Scrap Cannon in hand, and a jagged piece of wood in the barrel, and fired it at Martank. Martank tried his hardest to dodge, but at the speed it went, and at such close proximity, it still caught him in the leg. As he landed, he looked at his leg, bleeding pretty badly. "Trust me, they aren't tricks. Only painful realizations." Deus flashed a smile at him, and Martank looked up with rage in his eyes. "Don't get me riled, child! I will cut that tongue out first, then I will take that gun as my own!" Martank gripped the hilt of his sword hard, And parted the sword into two. Deus now had two problems to worry about. He needed to finish this quickly, or he wouldn't be talking for long. |
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