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| Muffin97 | Oct 5 2013, 05:58 PM Post #31 | ||
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"Well, Jay I am more of an apple kind of guy, nothing beats a good strong apple. Except, Do to our current predicament it might be a good idea to say away from them. After all, an apple a day keeps a doctor away. Well, we sorta need a doctor so no apples, means no reason for a doctor to stay away." Eric says giving a small smile, and a little nod to Jay. After taking a few steps forward, Eric realized this could, and problem would become bloody really fast with the thugs. Turing around he walk up to the little girl standing behind him. He knelt down to her height and removed his precious hat. Handing it to the girl he says very calmly and softly " This hat is very special to me I need you look after it for a few minutes, can you do this for me?" She nods her head. Eric stands up, And then turned around towards the now battle that had formed between The Captain and Jay and the thugs. Removing his glove he placed his right hand in his pocket, he though there was no reason to give up one of his advantages. One of the thugs wielding a three blades claw looking weapon. He came running at Eric screaming with a war cry that would make babies cry. With a powerful up swing his weapon would have cut his arm to shreds. If fate had not curved him all those years ago. The blades made a screeching souk as the scraped along his right arm, giving off sparks as they went. The thug let out a small gasp of surprise, as he jumped back from Eric. Giving Eric a tiny bit of breathing room. Using the time Eric shouted "Short Blade" and with a chink, a blade unsheathed from his arm. The thug thrust his bladed arm at Eric who parried it with his blade. The man grunted and gave a small gasp for breath and fatigue started to form on his face. Taking the opportunity Eric goes in with his bladed aimed of the thugs legs. With a soft sound the blade left a large gash in the thugs left legs. Eric moved back as his opponent stumbled back holding the bleeding gash on his leg. "Now back off, go home, and rethink your life" Eric says pointing at the thug, and retracting the blade back into his arm. Eric looked at the other battles all of which had ended. The thug looked at Eric's new friend, his face twisted and with energy Eric did not know he had left, Half bolted Half limbed towards the mute girl. The thug almost got away form him, instead Eric managed to jump right on top of him bringing him down. As the thug went down Eric could hear something crack, and a low groan from the thug as he lay on the ground.standing up Eric just saw as The captain and jay were being run out by a group of angry local chucking peaches at them. They did not seem to notice Eric yet, but that might change if he did not get out of there fast. Grabbing the thugs shirt he began to drag him away from the small town. With a small nod he got thermal girl to follow him. They walked for about half an hour till they were a good distance from the town of angry villagers. Panting Eric, let go of the thug, and he let out a gargle as he laid on the ground. Looking at the girl, Eric reach his hand out. "Can I have my hat, Please" Eric asks the girl with a gentle smile. With a very small smile, She gave him his hat. Placing it on his head, Eric promptly fell to the ground onto a large rock near the thug. Laying there he let out a hug yawn. "Wake Me if there are any problems or if that, thug seems like he is going to wake up. Don't hesitate no mater what!" Eric tells the girl. She then nods in agreement , and almost right away, Eric fell into a uneasy sleep. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Yama | Oct 6 2013, 12:41 PM Post #32 | ||
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The men around the two at the barside stared over at the Imposter as he clenched his fists, suddenly he came out of his dazed like panic and leaned forward breathing heavily as saliva dropped from his bottom lip onto the hard wood floor. Almost exhausted looking he stamped on the floor before leaping forward clenching his right hand into a fist before bringing it across Kuroda's face sending blood splattering across the wall. The Raggedy Man was sent leaning over the Bar as he held his hand on his glass. He seemed to be overjoyed as he looked over at The Imposter and smirked with a devilish grin. "Now...I've made this less boring. Where is it...?" As he spoke his burst lip dripped blood down onto the table, his teeth had cut into his gums slightly. The Imposter leaped forward colliding his shoulder with the chest of Kuroda and flung him back onto a wooden support beam without much effort of resistance on Kuroda's part at all as he held his glass still. The Imposter seemed completely furious that he was being ignored still. He was punching this son of a bitch with all he had but he was not even bothered by the fact he was after his life. He did not even seem to deem him as a threat and he hated it, everything about this was wrong. When you hurt another they are supposed to hate you back! "I dont know what your talking about you bastard!"" The Imposter screamed in his face, Kuroda flung around his hand to the back of the man's head with the glass in it. It smashed instantly at the back of his head causing the man to slowly stagger backwards slowly. Such a powerful pain feels unnerving, it was like everything was fading...shards causing blood to ooze from his head down his body. Kuroda took a quick step to his side and grasped him by his hair and jacket and smacked his face off of the bar side. He did this all with an amazing grace like he had did this countless of times. Kuroda pulled the Imposter's face back by his hair as he looked at him with an annoyed look on his face. "Do you not understand English?" He said with a groaning tone as he seemed like he had knocked the young man out, Kuroda grasped the man by the fore arm and flung him around in an irish whip sending him flying towards the support face first. Upon collision with the support the man was flung back and began to slowly hobble around aimlessly somewhat as Kuroda seemed to try and stand him up steady as the other Butterflies looked onward in complete awe of confusion in what had just happened and what he was doing. "The Blue Peach...I came to this island for...surely you should know thats why I am here, Where is it...?" He said as he picked him up only by the collar and looked at him blankly in the face expressionless almost in disposition as he seemed deadly serious. The Grey butterflies who were still around Kuroda pulled up their guns and pointed it at them as he looked over at them with a frustrated look...he sighed as he slowly pulled out a tobacco roll up and placed it between his lips holding it steadily between. He lit it slowly as he took a puff the smoke traveling up into the air and evaporating as he dropped The Imposter, he fell straight to the ground losing all motor control as his feet collided with the floor due to all the head trauma. Kuroda turned around and looked at the men with their guns pointed at him without a faltering grip. "If you do not tell me where it is. I will cut a hole so deep in your nest that you horrible moths will never survive" Meanwhile.Andjoo looked over at the stout ornery fat black bearded midget holding the Boke no Tomi in hand as he tightened his grip slowly. The two stared off against each other as they slowly tested their range with one another with clashes between the blade and Anjoo's tail whip. After forming some space between them Murdoc began to laugh under his wirey black beard as Andjoo looked back expressionlessly before he slowly cocked his head. "You will feel the wrath of my ultimate technique... The Crimson Scar!" Murdoc would twist his body with all of his weight and swipe the Boke no tomi with enough force and technique that it would send a slicing shock wave flying towards Andjoo slicing through nearby clothing and objects it came in contact with. Andjoo coiled all of a sudden as it leapt somewhat in the same manner of a spring towards the shock wave spinning like a revolver bullet as his head collided with the shock wave sending a blast of air across the room as he continued to fly directly into the chest of Murdoc with significant force sending him flying through the air. Murdoc collided with the doors of the Bar as he flew across the ground tumbling slowly across. He slowly tried to push himself to stand before crumbling to the floor holding tightly on the prized blade which was meant to give him fame. He slowly pushed his hand against the ground and stabbed the Boke no tomi into the ground before he pulled out a gun from his pants and pointed it towards the bar as he felt blood splatter all over him... he turned towards the sliced corpse of a Butterfly as he then looked at Jay with a flintlock pistol in hand and pulled his gun up. He felt disgust and fear overwhelm him as he realized in that moment he was scared. They were here! The real ones... The warriors he would never be and that were meant to be feared... "Pirates!" He fired his flintlock gun at the Pirate Captain whom had just cut through a man with lethal intention tears and snot oozing out of his nose as Andjoo turned back from this mess of a man he had made and looked back towards the rest of the Butterflies with the cold eyes of a killer... Edited by Yama, Oct 6 2013, 12:57 PM.
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| Hobopew | Oct 8 2013, 02:56 PM Post #33 | ||
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Jay just ignored Eric for the most part with the running and the situation as it was he had no time to really chit chat, this time things were serious, and as the blacksmith watched the snake hold its own impressively, the blacksmith took up his Bo staff with one hand and began to spin it around, feeling comfort with the weight in his hands he stepped forward to see the snake dive forward and then back and pausing a moment Jay half looked to the captain and said “Not a chance captain, a snake like that is trained…. Which means you don’t look at the bear cub you look for the momma. Got me Cap’?” He knew somewhere the metaphor would be lost, as the captain was still wet around the mouth for the most part, evils of the world still lost upon him, and he was quite naive in many senses of the world despite wanting to recklessly kill people, he didn’t understand what that meant, the real waste was the fact that he had potential and deep down this pirate first mate knew it. Chuckling a bit his half a look brought his focus onto the man with the flintlock pistol on him, and as his stance grew more grounded, his eyes became darker and an intent grew. A man who brought a gun to a fist fight wasn’t worth the breath, but he recognised that they were pirates, not just some random thugs and that brought a bit of a smile to the blacksmiths face. Leaning forward Jay was about to make a quick way towards the man but his hand shifted toward the captain and rather than thinking that dash forward became a dive off course so that as the hammer met the flint and the gunpowder exploded Jay was in momentum to come in front of the captain as he was finishing up his work on the other man. With the lead ball hitting where he had aimed, Jay had managed to shorten the distance with the big meaty shoulders that he had, and as the scorching lead burnt into the flesh and muscle of the blacksmiths left shoulder, blood began to trickle out slightly and onto his white vest. Where the wound became apparent was just outside the gold trim of the black circle on his shoulder. Still the Blacksmith was a hardy man and although he was brought to his knee with the searing pain, and closed left eye his right hand still had the Bo staff and over the hole. Slowly the wild haired vagabond stood up in front of the Captain and said, through gritted teeth “You face….The Dauntless Pirates…. Bullets will only make your death slower…” Gun wounds were a new pain to Jay and as such he wasn’t so used to it, as he raised his Bo staff singlehandedly and began to spin it, it wasn’t as graceful as before and as he sluggishly stepped forward he winced, the spin becoming less graceful for a second before moving back to its position. After a number of rotations and a couple of steps forward Jay brought the iron staff down to his side and said ”I give you this one…Chance…Run now….Or try and give me a good warm up…” ![]() 75 Edited by Edit, May 30 2017, 09:58 AM.
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| Yama | Oct 8 2013, 04:50 PM Post #34 | ||
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The bullet flew straight into the back of the young man who was foolish enough to fly in its way. The serated blade's handle was grasped as Murdoc began to grin ever so slightly at the prospect of this young upstart in front of him. He frowned and seemed absolutely livid at the sheer will and determination the young upstart displayed towards him after being near enough enough shot with ease. Obviously the chap couldnt load a bullet in front of the boy or the gun would mearly be slapped out his hands in a matter of seconds, instead this would be his blade's last stand. He grabbed the Boke no Tomi as he dragged the tip across the concrete ground of the pavement outside. This man had given a killer time to compose himself enough to grab hold of something of himself before crumbling like a digestive biscuit. He would stand up to him straight and he would honour him with all he got. He held his blade and remembered back to the boy who inspired him to be a pirate. "I am Murdoc, he who is greater than Takado. The one who is going to become king of the pirates! And you do not scare me!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as he brought the blade across himself in front, the slicing power of the swing sent a shockwave of such magnitude that it would slice the young boy if he did not move out the way of his captain deep enough to incapicate a normal man. Since this was an attack of opportunity arose from the man simply holding his staff in an announcing stance he hoped to bring him to his level of pain at least with this impromptu sneak attack. Murdoc would fall on one knee leaving himself slightly exposed as he looked up holding the blade he spent so long to find as he stood back up raising it up wearilly. His peaky bearded face looked like it was at its last stand. "I am not meant to be here, I am a no class fool who has brought himself here but I wont let that get me down, I still have dreams and your need to mean nothing for me to have them! You are just scrubs!" He scoffed as sweat dripped from his beard, blood dripped from his limbs as he held himself somewhat unsteady. The middle aged man had somewhat impaled himself with some shrapnel from the choas of the collision with Andjoo. He still found it hard to breath but if this young man would simply take a shot from a gun and still challenge him he would honour that challenge as much as it deserved, a strike of his Crimson Scar technique which he had developed himself. He looked at the injured party whom which was shot by the other Grey Butterfly. "Drop your weapons and hand your self in to James and maybe I wont kill the girl with my next attack!" Meanwhile!The gust of wind from the collision with the Crimson Scar technique by Andjoo blasted throughout the bar as Kuroda remained unhindered at all by the theatrics. He slowly walked towards the guns which were pointed steadily towards him as he further unscrewed the cap to his Muzashi Sake and began to drink heavilly from it. His adam's apple bobbed up and down as he took massive gulps from its sweet teet, The bartender suddenly grasped from under his bar a small dart which was used for the competitive sports for the lads. This bar was once a place for rest for the hard blue collar people of the town and he had became quite a shot. With the opportunity within the barkeep's hands he pulled it out from under its hiding place and flung it with pinpoint percision at the head of Kuroda. The drinking young vagabond leaned back as the dart continued its course ontowards one of the Butterflies. The others all looked at the one afflicted with the dart and before they knew it, like a whip! Smack! Kuroda's foot collided with the head of the man whom first looked sending him into the other hindering their pointing at the drinking man as he pulled the top from his lips. He then had some rosey red come over his cheeks as he let out somewhat a massive sigh of relief! "ATSUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEI!" Meanwhile...."Send some of the recruits there ASAP!, If their plans have fucked up this bad I can make a good reap of the spoils...give one of them a den den so they can report back the scene, if this goes on to long I'll have to deal with this myself." Edited by Yama, Oct 8 2013, 04:57 PM.
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| Remy | Oct 15 2013, 02:14 AM Post #35 | ||
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David watched as Jay doubled over in pain after jumping in the way of the gunfire aimed at him. It happened so fast he almost didn’t believe it even as the splatter from the shot landed on his already bloodstained clothing. When he looked up to get a look at the attacker he watched Murdoc pull himself up to his feet using the Boke no Tomi to gain leverage to get on his feet. David could tell right away from after looking at the sword that it was a work of art. Its craftsmanship exceeded just about every sword he’d seen in person including his own. With his attention fixated on the sword, he almost forgot about Jay’s wound that quickly. Obtaining that sword was all he could think about as he tightly clenched onto his own sword’s sheathe. Murdoc took no heed to Jay’s warning as David watched as he lashed out with a flying air slash. Stoked for challenge David leaped in front of Jay this time. With a rapid sword drawing motion, he also slashed out at the air creating a flying air slash of his own. Both waves collided with one another dissipating in the wind just as quickly as they were released. David grinned gleefully as he wiped his brow. “Screw letting this guy go. A man like him is not going to back down. Not if he’s serious about becoming Pirate King. It’s not like I would have let him get away anyway. I’m sparing none of them.” David said looking back at Jay before turning back toward Murdoc. “An old man like you has no business becoming Pirate King. Fate must hate you to have allowed our paths to cross. I do admire you are sword though. Do not bother handing it over. I’ll pry it from you’re corpse once we’re all through.” With a swift motion, he swung off the access blood off his katana and sheathed it. “Can you still move Jay? Dewhohohohoho…” David said mockingly as he kept his eyes focused on Murdoc while in his stance, legs slightly bend and one hand grasping his sheath, ready to strike. Despite the joke David did still feel bad about having been caught off guard twice since their arrival almost costing him his life and furthermore injuring his crewmates. Nonetheless, he did not worry about it too much. He planned to make back up to them tenfold starting by taking down this rowdy bunch. “That’s funny. You look like you already have one foot in the grave. Allow me to help you in!” |
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| Yama | Oct 18 2013, 11:42 AM Post #36 | ||
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Murdoc smirked as he looked over at the young scallywag and his brow slowly ruffled into that of a frown. He grasped the hilt of the former blade of the Rat Fang Captain as he held it aloof at his waist pointing towards the ground. With both hands his grip was so great that the hilt of the blade dug into his flesh as the blood traveled down the marvelous edge of the sword he possessed as he steadied his stance and began to pull back his sword much like he was holding a base ball bat as he looked over at the stern captain whom which had blocked his attack before. His pride will be his folly as Murdoc had already came up with an idea to defeat these young clueless goons. Murdoc was an experienced pirate within the blues, just because he was slightly beaten up he would fight to the death, they have no honor and will do anything to survive! "Shut it yah girl and take your dull blade and shove it up your arse!!! With the Boke no Tomi this will be the day they will name famous for when Murdoc painted Awestralia red! Bloody Scar!" He exclaimed as he swung with all of his might and skill as he dragged the tip of the sharp blade along the ground as it slightly cut into the ground, the shockwave next produced fired of a barrage of small pellets of blood which traveled with enough force to puncture the skin like a needle generated from the blood flowing from his palms. The shockwave brought up the ground producing a somewhat a smoke screen as all of seen of Murdoc after the powerful wave was produced was him rolling. After the power of the attack was sent directly at Jay since he was weak but the amount of shrapnel from the blood bullets and the dirt would prevent Eric from protecting him....The dead body of the Grey butterfly had notable been tampered with and Murdoc could not be seen as suddenly a bullet would fly towards David's ankle to take him off guard after the Bloody Scar Attack. The sounds came from a nearby post box as a trail of blood led too it. It was going to be the final show down. Murdoc held a Grey Butterflies handgun which was almost fully loaded, David had carelessly allowed Murdoc to spot the possible loaded weapon nearby and it was much better than his hard to reload pistol as it had 4 bullets still left and his flintlock pistol in the other he was ready for any confrontation. He knew these kids could not defend themselves properly against bullets and he was going to educate them the fine lesson of weaponry and warrior genes over skill! He was not much of a warrior but he had enough wit to take these guys down! Meanwhile. Blegh."ATSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEI!" Kuroda leaned forward somewhat wearily as he slowly struggled to stand, he limped side to side as he looked around nonchalantly with a blush of rosy red on his cheeks. He slowly blew out of his lips with a sudden sigh as he pressed his feet against the ground and leaped at the man he had just kicked and then headbut him with tremendous force unlike that of a normal man sending him flying directly out of the window and into the ocean. Kuroda pulled out a small wooden stake out of his sleeve and stabbed an adjacent man's hand into the bar table before grabbing his beer glass and bitch smacking it off of his face so he was sent over it. He then elbowed another in the face sending him crashing through the line of bar stools leaving a wreck in his path. Kuroda flung the stake with some clean accuracy at one of the Grey butterflys whom which had steadied his crosshair upon him as he clocked him with his still peak reactions even though he was completely fucked. He stumbled forward almost looking like he was going to throw up pulling his feet up as he mule kicked another of the two whom which were coming up behind them with some smashed cheap beer bottle and the kick had enough force to send them into the bar's run down cheap chandelier causing it to fall down. The men around him where thus incapacitated but his rage seemed to continue as he grasped a hold of a knife which he carried upon his back and then swung it like a whip causing a massive shockwave to be produced with such strength to slice one of the corner's of the pub's support beams in two. The people in the Bar began to scream as a mass of them began to run towards the door, Andjoo now moving out of the way of the exit as they burst through separating Murdoc and Jay and Daniel after Murdoc's attack and hiding. Kuroda blankly stare at the shaking structure of the roof as it begins to start collapsing down upon him. At least half of the ceiling falls down towards him and the event is so catastrophic it sends dust throughout the streets of Awestralia! The sound of marching footsteps begin to come towards the bar as a platoon of marines seemed to be darting towards all the exits of the area until the dust settles and they can make of what was going on, the mass crowd of hooligans from the bar would begin to fight with them and cause a ruckus as the visiting pirate crew somewhat blended in but Murdoc was nowhere to be seen for some reason amongst the crowd. There were around half a dozen marines at each of the both exits too the area so he could not escape, the platoons were split between too types of unit: Shield and Rifle. The shield units carried large shields which they used to push back the distressed pub goers and the rifle men intimidated all those whome which felt like they were real men. 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| Hobopew | Oct 20 2013, 08:08 AM Post #37 | ||
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[ooc note: Seeing as I still don’t know who is where, I’m just going to reply to what I think is going on with Jay… And around] Gritting his teeth Jay watched his captain go forward and pushed through the searing pain, it truly was different that being cut, that was a lasting piercing pain that seemed deeper than it did wide but this new sensation of a bullet wound felt like he had been hit by a large hammer as opposed to the small wound that was bleeding, the warrior could still move his left arm but it was quite limited and without lifting it to see how far he could move it he knew it was hampered. Keeping his eyes on Murdoc the blacksmith did smile and said to his captain “You presume a bee sting is going to keep me down Cap’. I’m from Karate Island! I live for fights!” Bringing the staff up in his right hand the vagabond kept up behind the captain for a small bit. Knowing how David fought when he began his onslaught seriously Jay moved to the side just as Murdoc began his attack towards him, it was a dirty underhanded technique that Jay had seen before, or so he thought. Bringing the staff around the warrior began to spin it around and around as fast as he could, when the shockwave came Jay lowered his stance and bent his knees to solidify his stance and used what little he could of his left hand to move the staff quicker and quicker with the incoming projectiles. Some were knocked away by the Iron Staff but not only was he at a handicap but he was also naturally to slow to pull off this move with this weapon. Some rocks got through and cut him along his arms and some on his cheeks, causing little bits of blood to run down his exposed flesh, the cuts were deep but they were enough to annoy him and cause him some pain. To cope with the pain Jay was taking deeper breaths, weaker men would be at their limit and Jay was not about to be called a weaker man, it was only one bullet wound and some cuts along his extremities, slowing the rotation of his staff he looked to Murdoc, unblinking and smiled “Shame we have to cut this short…” Then the building nearby them shook and caused a small distraction, with the adrenaline pumping through his veins now Jay un screwed the Bo staff with a couple of twists and threw one half of the staff towards Murdoc putting as much as he could behind the throw, and afterwards he’d take up the other half of the staff, holding it as his escrima sticks, and charged after his projectile, and toward Murdoc. |
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| Remy | Oct 26 2013, 04:28 AM Post #38 | ||
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David’s heart filled with joy to see Jay able to rise to his feet as expected despite his gunshot wound. With the two of them fighting together at that moment he felt like the strongest tag team was just born. Feeling reassured from Jay’s boosting he ready to bury Murdoc. “The only thing that will be remembered about today will be of it being the start of OUR legacy. The Dauntless Legacy!” David normally would charge in headfirst but decided against it. He’d been on the receiving end of his share of underhanded tactics and was going to try a different approach. He had to admit to himself that Murdoc and his crew had a greater combat sense due to their experiences at sea. As proud as he was he was willing to put his pride aside and attack in tandem with Jay rather than hog him for himself. He was not as strong as he needed to be to handle him alone. With Jay moving to one side David went around to the other likewise to flank him as well. As good as Murdoc thought he was he could not handle them both he thought. Another of his bold assumptions proved to be wrong as Murdoc performed another shockwave but much different from the last. Through the dust, cloud kicked up a flurry of projectiles headed in his direction. David responded to the projectiles by swiftly parrying them away thrusting and slashing at them as they rained down toward him. It was as he struck each one did he realize they weren’t shards of stone and rock like he first thought. As each of the blood pellets were struck blood trickled down the blade of his katana and down onto hands firmly gripped on the hilt to his surprise. This sort of technique was foreign to him but he respected its ingenuity. Just as he tried to press forward, a shot was fired toward his ankle from Murdoc. It had slipped David’s mind that Murdoc was a swashbuckler but the shot did not do much to slow him down due to the protection of his iron greaves. “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that Murdoc!” David shouted just before the unthinkable happened. The giant snake he had seen previously blocked his path to Murdoc fleeing the bar just moments before it came crashing down on itself. “Damn Vermin move!” David shouted but halted his advance as the mass of people fled the pub. “There goes the neighborhood” David thought as the amount of destruction and chaos was beginning to peak. By the time David turned back around Murdoc was nowhere to be found much to his displeasure. Swearing like the sailor he was David sheathed his katana pissed at the turn of events as he pushed his way through the crowd toward Jay. Despite his desire to track Murdoc down, he questioned Jay’s condition to do so and hesitated to do so. Delilah had pulled herself together as well not suffering too many injuries and rallied with David. Torn on their next course of action David noticed an unnaturally loud amount of footsteps to be heard. As him and Delilah looked around they saw marines circling the area at a distance. Whipping out his binoculars, he scanned around the distanced and confirmed his suspicions. The Marines had come to regulate the situation that was now out of hand. “Jay, Eric, Delilah! The Marines are here! Let’s go now!” Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Yama | Nov 1 2013, 09:15 PM Post #39 | ||
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The sound of titanium alloy slicing through steel could be heard as a bleeding, Murdoc then leaped from his hiding point and grasped both of his guns. As Jay approached he snickered as he knew no man could truely dodge velocity of a bullet head on and he had fully reloaded his gun by this point regardless of how long it took to reload a flintlock pistol. He threw the Boke no Tomi to the side as he then pulled out the gun of the dead Grey Butterfly member and pointed it over at Jay. He was a good gunslinger, you had to be to sail the seven seas, point cannons. He was quite a shot. He fired his flintlock pistol towards the heart of Jay as he made his forward motion towards him, almost instantaneously he pointed his Grey Butterfly gun towards David and began to fire it haphazordlessly the entire magazine of steel bullets to penetrate his sword defences with more bullets than accuracy but these shots had shocking penetrative power, surely he would be able to land a few into his abdomen at least. Murdoc breathed heavilly as he fell to his knees looking at the too men with a smirk on his face, he knew he didnt have much left but this was the greatest fight in his life. These upstarts really werent half bad "Gwahahaha -....." Bang! A bullet shot straight through the side of the head of Murdoc penetrating his skull instantly with pinpoint percision, it came from the legions of shielded Marines whom had free view on the men from behind the safety of their shielded rows in which seemed almost impregnable as the roman turtle squads. They had two inch thick titanium tower shields with visors for their rifles to point out from and aim from. The people whom which had been running around aimlessly a few moments before were now free from sight and now the Dauntless Pirates were quite literally fish in a barrel. Murdoc had went out like a light, he was limp as blood oozed out of his ears and wounds rapidly. A large shadow stood tall behind the large line of marines at the closest exit from the street of the bar. He seemed to be of the long legged tribe. He was slowly nonchalantly reloading a long marine rifle which seemed to be the one which took out Murdoc, smoke emenated from a thin long cigar emenating from the mysterious leader's lips. Murdoc seemed to crying as his solid face began to lose expression and his eyes faded. His handle on the hilts of his guns were lost as he died a somewhat quick death, it was almost like a human standing on a fly how quick it was. "Murdoc? What a piece of pish, Low bounty vermin. Thank god he widdled down the rodents, Yare yare....troublesome as always Kuroda. So many upstarts, no wonder your here. This is my town though and that fruit belongs too me...You have nowhere to run...." Meanwhile! ~ "Gyraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" The foundation of the bar began to crumble as a large piece of the roofing fell down apon Kuroda, it was literally about a third of the size of the building's width. He thrust his palms up into the air striking the point of the roofing fallin on him to try and break its fall with his immense strength but it began to crush him as people looked apon the man in total awe as he was at a stale mate with it, his muscles began to bulge as his body heated up with sweat turning his skin a rosey pink as he bit so hard into his lip holding it up that he almost gnashed into it and burst it. Sweat dripped down his fore head as he somewhat began to pant in and out. He was drunk afterall so the booze was giving him strength but it wasnt much. He slowly lay on his back as the entire roofing's weight set on his stomach to fall as Kuroda firmly planted his feet onto the side, He took a deep breath. The pub was empty except for him, some looking in from the windows to see if he was dead or not....or simply to know what it was like to see a man die slowly. The marines let those whom which ran to them whilst Murdoc firing at David and Jay had clearly shown who was the culprits some innocents stuck around the pub for a few moments, espeically the bartender whom was panicking and screaming. "HO!" Kuroda pushed with his hands and feet with all his muscles whilst shouting loudly causing the roof to fire off of his body. Within around 5 minutes all of the wooden structure began to crumble ontop of Kuroda. A massive dust cloud covered the entire street from the rubble settling. There was a sligh rumbling beneath it as a massive crack emenated from one of the large logs which composed the bar...It shattered as Kuroda slowly climbed out from underneath the wood looking somewhat still drunk and lethargic as always. He slowly hopped out of the rubble towards the large opening that was emenating across the street except for the few pirates and observers whom remained seemingly out of curiosity and choas. He noticed his surroundings somewhat as he dazilly stumbled around. Bang! In a flash almost unseeable by the eye Kuroda sliced an incoming bullet from a rifle, it was bigger than the standard caliber and the shrapnel travelled into another stack of marines located further away. Kuroda turned to the shadowy figure in the distance as he pulled a very unhappy looking face. He look disgusted as he slowly resheathed his sword in an almost completely graceful motion from the drunken fighter, it was almost like he was a master swordsmen. "Reaper's Silence....Hic!" Kuroda preformed the move cleanly as he stumbled around a frown frowning bigger and bigger but he was somewhat having a very hard time being tooken serious when he had to hold down such massive indigestion from within from drinking all that Sake. It really was causing him problems, for sure he was going to destroy a toilet that night after a good curry from whatever he can find in the local garbage and he will be top notch once more. He looked over at the Shadowy Figure. "James....Give me my fucking peach." There was an epic and awe inspiring stare down as he revealed the identity of the shadowy figure from afar Kuroda still meeting his eyesight but even though the so called Giant James was so tall he was a sniper of sorts, capable of blending in...all that could see his marine officer clothing his face shadowed by a hat. Andjoo the snake whom had been somewhat just avoiding being squished in general and having to be the one who had to fight Murdoc slowly moved to his side as quickly as possible as they stood together. "The Blues Snakes, They are together!" A man from behind some barrels from cover, Some civillians were present but they were still being observed by the marines though in fact did not care for them much as these pirates. The Marine division which occupied the territory of Awestralia was comprised of foreigners coming from James's original country of Britanic whom which were snobby bastards. This caused a large ammount of the people whom which were planning on joining the marines to protect their island to go to gang culture due to James's xenophobic biased opinion on the town's folk here. The civillians were mostly allowed to still be here as it break combat posistion to go and get them to safety as in every town there is some daredevil gossips. For the Dauntless Pirates and the Red and Black Snake or as a duo known as the Blues Snakes to survive such blatant vandalism they would have to be all assorted bounties in those circumstances so the stage was perfect for James to claim witness accounts on these bastards if they were needed in the event of their escape which wasnt likely. If James wasnt going to kill him here he definately would send a reckoning to find and destroy him if he intends on stealing James's devil fruit before he eats it, what was gonna unfold soon would be an epic fight scene indeed.
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| Hobopew | Nov 3 2013, 08:37 AM Post #40 | ||
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With his attack seemingly going wide, and missing it’s target, Jay was left effectively wide open as the bullet plunged towards him. Luckily with his attack, even if it missed, had moved him from being able to be shot in the heart unluckily for the blacksmith the bullet now went into his right shoulder. Once again the searing pain ripped across his chest and caused the usually staunch fighter to fall back a bit and even to drop his other Escrima stick. Shuffling back Jay attempted to raise his left arm up to hold the other wound but could only bring it up to his ribs, knowing his luck these wounds would impede him from doing anything other than standing around and looking pretty for the next week at the very least. The pain was becoming unbearable, however the mountain of muscle that was Jay stood in the circle, looking towards each of the marines, curious as to how they would react, they were self proclaimed pirates, but they still had no bounty, no reason to be taken in, and as far as evidence went all they had done was fight some low bounty thug, effectively helping the marines out. Still the large blacksmith didn’t have time to really bother with the marines, with the amount that was there, around them, if a fight broke out he’d be just above useless, his arms couldn’t move as freely, he was bleeding profusely, he had no weapon to hand, and above all else he was struggling with the pain that was piercing through his entire body. Moving a bit closer to David, but keeping his eyes on the marines around them. The first mate whispered “Now what Cap’?” Perhaps this was where the adventure ended, as especially with what wounds had been accumulated, and the lack of a crew doctor even if they got away, they probably wouldn’t last long. [ooc note: Yeah Yama you gotta get more clear with where people are, I’m incredibly lost in location, who is where, and what attacks are hitting who. I had to re-read the post four or five times to get this much of a reaction, and a PM from Rem.] |
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| Remy | Nov 8 2013, 03:21 AM Post #41 | ||
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With the flurry of bullets fired his way his reflexes were inadequate to dodge them all headed his way. With Delilah also in the line of fire, he decided to return the favor and shoved her clear out the way as two bullets torn through his left shoulder. He came crashing down the ground along with Delilah squealing, and writhing in pain for a moment. It was the first time he had been shot and it was far worst then people often said. He quickly tried to scramble to his knees with proved a task in itself as he clenched to his wounded side. His vision blurred and he felt inclined to pass out at the moment but he knew that wasn’t a luxury he could enjoy. Lucky enough for him the bullets passed clean through but the bleeding was not anything to ignore. Delilah frantically got herself up to aid David to his feet. About halfway up, he shook her off pulling himself up the remainder of the way up. Thoroughly humiliated he was now livid. Now even though his death could that rat of a pirate atone for what he did as David approached the corpse that lay still not too far away. After once slowly making his way toward it he spit a wad of blood, spit on the body, and kicked, it much to his own discomfort but felt it was all worth it. With that, all said in done laid a bigger issue ahead of them. Being in no condition to confront all the marines they were left with very few options. David did not intend to be captured so it was either do or die. The urgency of a doctor revealed itself at that moment pissing David even more off then he already was. “Jay we’re getting the hell out of here. You can walk right? These guys are trigger happy so keep your head down and we’ll let them pick off the scragglier. I’ll lead, Jay you take the middle, Delilah cover the rear.” David and Delilah nodded in agreement and began moving with the crowd. As David ran, he spotted a scraggly looking drunk man rise out of the fallen rubble much to his surprise because surviving such an ordeal would be beyond the means of a normal person. Nonetheless, just standing out in the open was going to get his head shot off just like Murdoc. “You really worried about peaches now?! Help make a way or we won’t live to eat another peach!?” David shouted passingly as the thought scared as he began running faster. |
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| Yama | Nov 14 2013, 05:42 PM Post #42 | ||
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Theme of post: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=5XFdW3esx10 “You really worried about peaches now?! Help make a way or we won’t live to eat another peach!? The words echoed through his ears as he looked over his shoulder with a cold glare which seemed almost like a wolf's glare at a prey in which it was about to ensnare its prey with cold ruthless aggression. He slowly retracted a tobacco roll up from within a closed pocket within his jacket before he quickly threw his arms up into the air adjusting his jacket somewhat. Soldier's readied their gun's, the clinking of the refueling of rifle's could be heard as the dark shadow which loomed over them seemed to snicker, his white teeth shining of the light from the sun, Kuroda was unfazed as he brought the tobacco cigarette too his mouth and lit it with a match before discarding the used match by throwing it on the ground with force. Kuroda slowly grasped the hilt of his kitchen knife, so large it seemed like the size of a sword, it was made of sea king bone and seemed to be crafted finely enough that it could be capable of slicing metal. Kuroda's glare towards David intensified before he turned his focus to the men whom which had all bolstered their shields between him and James. "Baka, Running already....call yourself a pirate! Tch!" He spoke with a seemingly readied disdain. His long sleeved pirate jacket caught against an up draft of wind as it began to flap up in the breeze. He slowly brought around his blade to his other side and held it aloof parallel to the ground. The wind intensifying the blaze on his roll up cigarette he then spat it out as he slowly brought both his hands to the hilt and tightened a strong grip on it pulling it up like a baseball bat like he was getting ready to take a swing, he slowly began to fumble around with the hilt just like he was awaiting for something. The rifle's of the marine's whom which had now loaded their gun's in the sweet time Kuroda had given them were now all adjusting their aim. James stepped forward as he snickered the light now reaching his face showing his features. He was somewhat an ugly man which very stern features, he had a rigged brow and a chiseled but chin. He was from the long legged tribe clearly standing around ten feet tall with the aid of his extra long legs giving him the epithet "Giant". He is renowned for his amazing accuracy with a gun from his high point advantage. "These people are chump change! Weaklings! Trash! You cant even protect your own nakama from these pitiful blues fodder! What on earth was all your training even for maggots!, Beating up children? I am not even joking. Drop your guard for even a second...*sigh* Stop wearing the same banner as me..*hic*..Stop messing around! From here on out is the Grand Line. If you cant even get there, I will never forgive you for pretending to be pirates! I'll find you and kill you! If you cant beat these guys you'll never make the Grand Line! " Kuroda yelled aloft loudly with seemingly an angry tone in his voice. He pulled back his blade till it was behind his head, James slowly lifted his rifle, so large around 78 inches in length, the barrel reaching around about 48 inches in length. It was big enough to take out an elephant! It pointed over the heads of the marine's as he accidentally knocked over one of the recruits caps off he dropped his rifle and began to fumble for it aimlessly as he seemed panicked and nervous. As he scuppered to the ground to reach out for it James lifted out one of his massively long legs. It was like an axe above an executioner block as he slammed his thick black leather sole shoe down onto it crushing his head into the pavement with such strength that it broke the concrete tile below it. The other marines did not even stutter in the presence of someone treating their nakama so carelessly as James sighed pulling a grim face as he frowned. "If you make it so easy Kuroda...this will be very boring....! One pop from this range and my bullet will tear your entire body asunder in one shot, chance of hit 110% Surely you know this..." "Shut up!" James seemed fronted with the audacity that Kuroda had displayed by speaking back to him. They had fought before so they both knew each other somewhat fairly.. Andjoo had slowly crawled his head into Kuroda's pocket and pulled out a bottle of Muzashi Sake and had began to drink it carelessly as Kuroda's rosey drunk cheeks began to flair up with his dissatisfied angry face! He glared at James with the same look which he had given David, it was an anger and wrath known as pride, the pride of being a pirate! The wind gusted by blowing his coat tails up once more as he flicked out one of his hand's from the grip of his sword pointing it towards the path which David and Jay had began to move towards as a wooden stake like one which would be used in the slaying of vampire's shot out from under his sleeve and passed by the heads of some of the civilians still having difficulty to be given permission to leave the area as it collided with one of the shielded Marines. "Reaper's shot!" Once it collided with the metal it pierced through with almost no resistance and shot straight through into the chest of the marine dragging his weight and force as it continued to hit into the rifleman standing behind sending them both flying several feet away from the line causing a massive hole in the formation to form. James's face turned from that of annoyance to surprise at Kuroda's foolishness. He was ignoring him to allow those weak little pirates escape freely, he would humor him for now but he was truly testing his patience. Kuroda grasped his sword in his baseball stance once more before thrusting it out towards James. Both marines seemed almost mortally wounded but were still stable, they had both been pierced in non-vital areas so they would survive but now the line was broken and civillians began clambering between the other marines to try and break through this opening with force in numbers and were doing so easilly. "Run whilst you still can...I dont want you guys getting in my way anymore and if you do I'll kill you myself, I am a pirate. Not the greatest, not the king! I DO WHAT I WANT BECAUSE A PIRATE IS FREE, I AM A PIRATE, destiny has dropped down its cards and told me, This is the life for me! A PIRATE'S LIFE IS FOR ME!" He extorted at the Dauntless with his loud bellowing voice still so those remaining in the area could in fact hear without any problem, as he slowly pulled his blade into a baseball stance once more and Andjoo finished his bottle of Muzashi sake and smashed it off the ground before returning to his side valiantly. Kuroda seemed somewhat like he was bluffing way too much for James to put up with this as he slowly clocked his gun. Kuroda had surely lost his genius at tactical fighting and swordplay over the years to his obviously very strong alcoholism and it wasn't even funny anymore. "So confident James...." "Tch...why shouldn't I be confident...I am just about to shoot your drunken ass and get a promotion...!" "If you could of shot me you would of done it awhile ago but you cant. All you really need to do is pull the trigger and this would be over, order your men to even fire and I'd be made into swizz cheese but we both know that is impossible right now...not because of the civilians...but because you cant!" To be continued... ( ![]() Try and make do with this thing I made in MS paint XD) Edited by Yama, Nov 14 2013, 06:00 PM.
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| Hobopew | Nov 16 2013, 03:13 PM Post #43 | ||
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As there was a moment of brief piece the lumbering blacksmith took up his other half of staff that he had thrown to take down the man who had shot him, twice. The pain was searing as he looked to the dull grey colour of the escrima stick he held, turning it over in his hand he heard the order from David, they were going to run. They were wounded, they were tired, and they were in well over their head. Closing his eyes Jay tried to come to terms with fleeing, the struggle being clear before he slowly opened his eye lids to show the hazel brown of his iris. Looking to David, his captain, the man he had questioned more than once he nodded and began to make a move to take up position to fight his way out as best he could. The thing that had risen from the rubble caused Jay to look back in shock and curiosity, he was tough, would Jay have come out of that as clean as he seemingly had, he seemingly growled something in their direction, then with the marines seemed to train their sights on this man. A larger marine, clearly in charge was shouting from behind a line of marines. By now Jay was more shuffling to get into line with David as he spoke about peaches, looking to the Captain and then to the man Jay managed to catch his shouting at them, how they were cowards, how they were running away and not real pirates. Raising up both of the escrima sticks and looking at them, then to David the first mate snorted, like a bull, he had been feeling off lately. Too much running, they weren’t being pirates they were pretending, and it was obvious to strangers that they weren’t to be feared or respected. They weren’t ‘Dauntless’ they were frightened. Slowly the blacksmith first mate stopped moving altogether, lowered his head and said “He’s right Cap…We can’t keep running, running from things like this to smaller childish adventures… I say we make our stand here, we become the Dauntless pirates we keep saying we are.” Jay’s gaze had become almost distant as if he was looking to something far off as he put together his two weapons to form it’s larger counterpart, the Iron Bo staff. Slamming the end into the ground, the large wounded blacksmith looked to his captain and then said loudly, as he always did. ”I am Jay Rateshi, First mate of the Dauntless Pirates…And I make my stand here, proud to call myself a pirate, and ready to die under that name!” Though Jay didn’t expect his Captain to do much other than look out for himself, the black haired vagabond looked to the hole, and the people barely getting through, the marines trying to put a plug in the hole Kuroda had made, growling the large form of Jay moved towards the crowd, his legs were fine as he built up some speed. Leaping up over the crowd the trajectory began to arc down towards some of the front row marines as the large airborne pirate came down at him thrusting out his staff towards his chest yelling HOURIAGET DO The point of the staff connected with his chest and with the angle that Jay had struck he crumpled back onto the floor as Jay braced his arms and swung over the staff, locking his arms, which were searing with pain now and losing flexibility, allowing his body to come over like a cartwheel Jay’s body weight allowed the staff to follow the arc and came down on the second riffle man, only this blow was aimed for his head. [cheers helped me out :P with the map] |
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| Yama | Nov 27 2013, 04:37 PM Post #44 | ||
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Kuroda noticed the proud warrior stand valiantly in the face of ordered death and seen a keen spirit in him. He however was also pretty preoccupied with the gun which was pointed at his face at this moment in time but whatever. James took the insults to heart as he began to gather himself steady from the brash insults from the insignificant whelp, before he could retort on that mad shit he was saying Andjoo had fired itself across the ground that was between Kuroda and the firing squad. The rookie marines tried to fire at the snake but even though it was quite fat for a snake they were not able to get a good enough shot to fire its long thin body before fired steady still to one of the shield marines causing them to raise it upwards as James pointed his gun at his own squad members. He pointed his gun steady as the man dropped his shield and ran towards Kuroda whom had slowly been pacing forth, James pointed his gun towards Kuroda as he fired, Kuroda grasped the wrist of the marine pulling him in front of him as his body took the shot, Shrapnel pierced through, These rounds were not marine standard! They could easily pierce through the chest of a normal man with ease, this was no simple long rifle or a sniper rifle, it was designed to kill someone with 100% if they get hit by the shot. "You must really hate me if you brought that kinda shit here..." "Shut the fuck up you little prick!" James steadied his gun but his aim was somewhat unsteady, that was remarkable. James was never known by his subordinates to ever miss a shot, especially from so close. Kuroda walked closer holding the bloody corpse of their comrade and they were not surprised. This was the blues but James was always known for his strict need of 100% loyalty and bravery from his men. He's compulsive in his need for precision just like his shooting in whatever he did. The marines whom were across the street from Jay and David fired their rifles for a wall of gunfire. It was at quite a distance but if they did not find some kind of cover some of the bullets could hit some of the marines or them! Andjoo's fangs pierced the heel of James. The marines did not even notice him slither too their commander's Achilles's heel so to speak. They were to focused on how their commander lost sight of his target for only a second, In frustration James did not know either and felt the sharp pain rush throughout his entire body. Andjoo's jaw felt like a bear trap. Kuroda took this moment of surprise to take a mad dash towards the shielded unit whom were broken with corpse in tow, James tried to push through the pain. He realized this was all part of his plan but he was to proud to let his foe get the upper hand already! Rather than kick Andjoo off now he steadied his gun somewhat trying to get off another round, Kuroda noticed as he was itching for his trigger and thrust the head of the deceased marine at the tip of the gun and let go upon the time he fired. Guts and brains and stuff showered over Kuroda as he made a quick leap into the rifle line and bashed two of the men's skulls into a nearby cement wall with tremendous dexterity and strength strong enough to apprehend them before James quickly raised his long legs and kicked him back as well as with Andjoo flying back at the shielded unit whom were consequentially knocked over them. Andjoo flew straight true into Kuroda's arms, he was simply blew away from the strength of James's kick and the projectile being Andjoo's body weight fired from it. It was surprising he could even lift those long legs especially when he is not an unarmed fighter. Kuroda truly did not account for this at all but there was not to much to worry, for him to stop his true and mighty ordered way of thinking he must be pissing him off. "Shoot him you twit!" James yelled at the rifle man remaining as he steadied his gun and fired at Kuroda, He spun his kitchen knife by a tassel from the bottom causing it to redirect the path of the bullet but caused it to break apart slightly upon collision causing some of the shards to pierce his skin. Kuroda bled from the mark that James had left his chin though he positively smiled up at the somewhat panicking James whom which took a very long time to reload his gun sometimes, the rifleman as well. The last shield man rushed towards Kuroda as he raised his shield to tackle him! Kuroda slashed his sword with all his might sending a shockwave from the edge which sliced through both the shielded marine and the rifleman behind him in one fell swoop. Their bodies fell apart as parts of them fell to the ground before they did causing a fountain of blood to spray on James. James continued to begin to curb stomp the marine below his feet as blood got into his eyes. "Lets get this party started..." To be continued. |
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| Hobopew | Dec 12 2013, 04:13 PM Post #45 | ||
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As Jay was mixed within civilians and marines, he was doing his best to match the rifiles and swords taht were being swung at him, however the bullets that were in his shoulder and arm were hindering movement somewhat. Not the speed just the ability to get to a certain height without some body movement. So his fighting was no longer graceful as it should have been, or as precise, however he still whacked a wallop if not more as he was throwing his body weight into it. Luckily with the length of his Bo staff Jay could maintain most of the time some form of ranged melee combat, that was until his eye caught the movement across the street. Kuroda had moved to engage an entire firing line by himself, well with the help of that huge snake, the firing line that was facing what civilians were struggling with marines, quickly the blacksmith hatched some form of a plan, the large man had to do something otherwise people would be getting cut down, people who weren’t in this damn fight. Pulling his staff back with a sudden movement from both of his hands he disengaged a Marine who stumbled, truly not expecting the large form of Jay to be pulling anything back, but as he looked dumbfounded, found that it was a tactical retreat. The blunt end of the staff found its way into his soft stomach, somewhere he wasn’t blocking. The air left his body as he was taken up off the ground and moved forward. Using the staff and the man on the end of it to push his way forward, a couple of marines and civi’s were spun around, as the blacksmith fought his way into the middle of the crowd best he could. Shoving the gasping marine off with his sudden halt in movement Jay began to swing around his weapon until it caught the swords of the marines either side of him, and with that he shoved forward pushing them back with it. The marine he had pushed and winded before was slowly getting up as the firing line began to pull their own triggers, of course the blacksmith couldn’t save anyone but as the three marines ,one in front and one each side being pushed by the staff and the bull like man wielding it, began to struggle they went limp, with a little bit of spasming as bullets continued to hit them, in his peripherals he saw men and woman fall, civilians and marines, and in his preoccupation he was clipped in the right thigh by one bullet, which caused him to tumble, going over the now dead marines he was using as a large mobile meat shield, and slowly got to his knee using the staff once more as a crutch. Looking up to the far firing line, then back to his captain amidst the chaos then over the larger pirate who had seemingly brought these marines here, Jay shouted out to him “Oi! End this! No need for innocent people to die because of you, or us!” |
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