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"Here and There"
Topic Started: May 21 2014, 08:32 PM (1,013 Views)
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After having exited the inn and Malachi and his steed catching up, he was walking at a fair pace and not making any haste toward the pub they were heading for. As they were walking, Malachi was talking randomly and oddly to the knight, and while he was listening to whatever the Ox might have been saying, he kept his eyes focused ahead of himself in the direction of the pub - that wasn't too far down the street. With Malachi challenging Samuel to a race - the knight had to wonder if something had happened to him when he had gone to retrieve the horses. While the knight had caught on he had a form of childish humour earlier in the day, this sudden randomness seemed off - but the knight wouldn't end up putting too much thought into this. Not at the moment, anyway - as Malachi and Cherise dashed on ahead of Samuel - he kept walking at the same pace.

It wasn't too long before the sound of crashing in the distance was made clear and Samuel saw some dust from where he witnessed Malachi and his horse crash through the wall of the pub. Again, while he didn't want to put too much thought into the strangeness of the Ox, he had to wonder what was with him. Given the seriousness of the matter and how he must make haste to save his father - but the knight couldn't ponder too much on it.

Because as he stepped closer, he felt hostile intent - not among the masses that Malachi had likely made angry but something of a fiercer variety. There was a strong presence in the pub and because of this, Samuel's hand didn't leave the hilt of Gilchrist - ready to draw the blade in any instance.

His eyes focused nothing but the door ahead of him - the entrance to the pub. There was an aura of darkness surrounding the door - Samuel wanted to speed up toward it but there was another instinct in him telling him to keep at the pace he was at - his eyes winced at the door and his grip on the hilt of Gilchrist tightened greatly. It was then that the instincts that were telling him to hold off - told him to make his move. He lowered his body as he gripped Gilchrist with a back-handed grip and quickly unsheathed the blade, as he was doing so and as the blade left it's sheath, it's tip dragged across the ground.



"Yuletorc."

With a mighty swipe he released a land-traveling shockwave, the same technique he had used against the masses of people when he had landed here on Cactus Island. It was aimed toward the door, in it's white and orange hues - it's slash clear through the door. Samuel was aware of the Ox's presence - but depending on whether or not he'd be moving in the instance that Samuel's shockwave would be severing through the door - Samuel's own shockwave would wisp right past the right past Malachi and cut through the drilling shockwave of the hostile - dispersing both of them. Quickly, he flipped Gilchrist so that he was holding the blade properly and he straightened his body as the distance between himself and the door wasn't too much - to send a message.

"Yule."

His lips moved as Gilchrist was brought over his left shoulder and he released another shockwave - this was mere seconds after the first one. Again, depending on whether or not Malachi had moved - this shockwave too, would have been close and just missing a hair above Malachi's head - given their small height difference and all.

This shockwave would rid of the door and with Gilchrist held tightly, Samuel walked and I have a feeling Malachi and him are going to collide because that's how Strength is.
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Delayed guilt was one of the worst outcomes of making a bad decision. It hit Malachi hard, the guilt. Malachi was jumping over low swings, and ducking under flying chairs and bottles, trying to make his way to the door, and in spite of this he felt as if a heavy set man sat on his chest. However in reality, only the man who was chasing him bag of beli Malachi held onto, was pressed up against his chest.

I need every beli I can get.

Malachi did. Beli had a power to it that made up for ones lack of skill. Lonely (wo)men can buy friends with beli if they do not have the skill of making friends. They can buy affection, if they do not have the gift or time or personality or looks that would earn affection. And for Malachi’s case, without carpenter skills there was no way he can build and maintain a ship meant for sea battles but with beli he could. With an army of sailors, paid for by beli, he’ll be able to match the marine’s force in battle on land and on the sea. If he didn’t have the power to take his father back, with enough beli he could even buy his father’s freedom instead.

This isn't you though.

It wasn’t. Go big, or go home. His father told him once. Petty theft would be a disappointment to his father too. He never even once depend on beli to achieve his goals before, something else that was the result of his father’s teaching. Malachi blinked away the tears. How he loved his father. He did not want his father to die, he did not deserve to die, especially not because of his stupid decision that led to his father capture.

The money the Albert fellow found, I should still take that.

It would be okay to take that, it did not really belong to anyone so it would not be petty theft. Ignoring what that quack doctor said about the money being from two armies going at it, or something like that, Malachi had decided it would be okay to take then. In the same book that he read about Cactus Island amazing waterfall, he learned of the people who inhabit the island. Bounty hunters. Whoever this Albert fellow is probably found their hidden stash of beli collected over the years. Malachi was a pirate now, which meant buried treasure was fair game and to take it from this Albert fellow would not be petty theft.

What happen in the inn started to make sense in Malachi’s mind. The priest weren't killing innocent people, those people were all pirates. And they weren't priest, they are bounty hunters disguised as priest. Malachi laughed nervously as he slowed down.

I better return beli and apologize.” Malachi said.

Malachi turned. Which saved his life. From the door a familiar shockwave flew past him, and collided with a shockwave that was heading towards the door.

That bastard. I was going to return the beli. Now I’m going to keep it.” Malachi said as he started off for the door again after avoiding a second shock wave. To think he forgave Parley and the priest dressing bounty hunters for trying to kill him the first time around. Malachi really thought the doctor wasn't as delusional as he thought him to be. That Parley might be as good as the doctor believed him to be, and maybe even helpful. Malachi took a step that was supposed to take him outside. Instead of being greeted by the sounds, sights, and smells of the night, Malachi was greeted by Samuel’s.

Be more careful next time,” Malachi said as he walked past Samuel referring to the shockwave and not running into him, the latter was his actual fault, “Oh and I think I found Parley. I guess the doctor was a quack all the way to the end, this guy doesn't seem like someone who cares about people.” Malachi shifted the bag of beli in his arms, “Oh and if you are wondering, yeah, half of this is yours. You might want to deal with Parley first, I took it from him. I’ll just go get the other hor-"

Outside the pub, awaited all the priest that were in the inn save for the four Samuel cut down. Malachi turned around to let Samuel know but Parley emerge from the brawling pub crowd with his long sword already drawn walking towards them with extreme prejudice and bloodlust, unaffected by Samuel’s second shock wave as others were.

You know, you and the doctor are quacks.” Malachi began, “Why the hell did you sent him to make sure we weren't hurt from the explosion if you were just going to kill us anyway?

Parley returned Malachi’s confusion, except his anger was drawn from something and somewhere else.

Why would I do that? Why would I send my best friend to take care of some pirates meant to be burnt to a crisp in an explosion?” Parley explained before something dawn on him. The word explosion. He repeated the word in his mind a couple of times before he spoke again. “You two survived!?” This was not good at all for his and Albert’s plans. Nothing more was needed to be said, action was. Parley immediately sought out to close the distance between him and Malachi with a dash followed by a jump, completely ignoring the swordsman that stood between them, Samuel, as if he weren’t a threat.

Alright then, I'll just keep these guys off your back.” Malachi said to Samuel returning his attention to the priest that stood outside the pub. Malachi had no worries of being cut down by Parley’s sword, not with the vibes and feelings he felt from Samuel. Parley was to be Samuel’s fight, at least that’s what he felt from Samuel. Weird.

Outside. Malachi tossed the bag of beli, and made note of where it landed so he could retrieve it after he was done cleaning the floor with these, what he believed to be, priest dressing bounty hunters.

Malachi cracked his knuckles as he sized them all up. He smirked recognizing the priest who were beating on him. And the priest whom he had knocked out with a bottle and the one he had with his fist, looked back at him as if they wanted to return the favor.

Okay boys, let’s dance.


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Even with everything being tossed around the room, Samuel found himself, simply enough making the slightest movements of his body to avoid being hit from any thing - putting himself between Malachi and the swordsman that had launched an attack on Malachi, who was confirmed to be Parley by the Ox, as well. Samuel was smart enough to deduce that - his appearance and the hostile intentions that were pouring from the swordsmen's pores were enough to confirm. Assessing the situation was easy enough, and Parley made his dash toward them with the leap and blade held to the side - it was a long sword and it's blade was ultimately longer than Gilchrist, however Samuel didn't believe that'd be too much of a factor in the element of their battle. The two of them were swordsman and if what those priest, earlier on had said were true - he was a great swordsman and compared to the knight, himself - far superior. The Knight's eyes tracked his hostile intentions and they weren't specifically directed at the knight himself as he didn't seem to care - but Malachi, definitely.

When Malachi noted he'd take care of the others coming for them, leaving the knight to deal with the opposing swordsman - he simply nodded and with Gilchrist still at hand, he stepped to the side as the leaping Parley was making his way down with his blade - his right arm was stretched outward with his sword ready to go for a side-swipe and at the precise moment, the knight had mentally noted that he was indeed faster than the knight himself, but Samuel's eyes caught the swipe coming and quickly sliding his left foot back, he brought Gilchrist around to collide with the side-swipe from Parley and their metal clashed - sparks included. It again was quick to note that he was stronger than Samuel, physically as he could feel trying to push the knight back.

He would have to act fast - and he would need to have Parley's attention from Malachi and on himself. "He wasn't the one to kill your friend." -- he stopped for a moment as the violet hues met with his own golden ones - but Samuel remained calm as he normally would and showed no sign of weakness or anything of the sort. Monotone, blankness - what he usually maintained in nearly any situation. "He died at my hands." -- and as soon as those words left the knight's lips he could feel the hostile intentions that he had toward Malachi were immediately brought to the knight - Samuel took notice to the red that started to pierce within Parley's violet - and an aura around him that felt to be coloured in crimson - coloured in blood.

There wasn't any need for words as he could feel Parley pushing much more force into trying to bring Samuel off his feet in their clash or at very least push him against the nearest wall, but Samuel couldn't give in - he couldn't just lay down. The Knight felt the need to explain himself - and at least try and figure what Parley knows and doesn't know. In regards to the mad-doctor or anything else that would be useful.

Fast enough, Samuel slid a hand down Gilchrist and started to apply extra push from his end - in the position that Parley's blade was in - he had an idea that would likely work against a man fighting in a moment of anger. Applying as much force as he could against the bottom of Gilchrist, and slowly relieving the pressure he had against the hilt of his blade, Samuel was successful - with the force he had applied to the back and near the tip of Gilchrist, he was able to slide underneath as Parley's own force followed through with the swing that Samuel was ready to duck for and he had made his way around to the side of Parley - taking the opportunity he took a hold of Parley's sword-wielding wrist and gripped as tight as he could - "Your doctor friend said that you sent him to see if we were okay from the explosion and that he was to escort us to you." -- there wasn't much more for speaking as with his free hand, Parley balled a fist and launched it to Samuel's face - he let go of the swordsman's wrist and quickly saw that he was taking another swing at the knight.

He found himself ducking it - "If you aren't the Parley he was speaking of then maybe you should take a moment to think about what you're doing." -- as he spoke he had brought up his leg and thrust it out toward the stomach of Parley to push him back a bit - he landed against the edge of the bar. Our knight took the chance to bring Gilchrist to a proper wielding position in his hand - ready for anything else from Parley - words or otherwise.
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Should have gotten my machete back from Samuel.

Malachi was doing his best to avoid getting directly hit by the eight priests’ spiked mace; however dodging eight attacks left Malachi really no time or energy to counter attack, nor left him much options to do so. To avoid their attacks Malachi had to distance himself from them, the father he stood from the maces, the more time he had to dodge and avoid them. The closer, the less time he had to react to them. And with the maces reach greater than his own, even greater than his kicks, it just wasn't possible to counter attack.

The bright side was Malachi looked really cool dodging and avoiding their attacks. To an outsider it would see as if Malachi was toying with them, even though this was far from the truth. Malachi was doing his best to avoid dying by their hands err maces. Malachi flipped backwards to avoid the latest and last of the eight attacks made against him, which looked like it was easily done. It was not. The last priest attack almost cleaved Malachi’s boys as he brought his legs up in the middle of a back flip.

Are you serious?” Malachi said as he drew out his pistol within a heartbeat. Malachi could tell the maces were heavy, it took the priest awhile to attack after their last or change the direction of their swings and jabs. With the boy hitting priest latest swing, he was left open, Malachi adjusted his pistol aim to him and pulled the trigger. The pistol was a one shot flintlock, and that one shot was all it had. Malachi could not fire another shot from the pistol, not without reloading and doing so now, he knew would put him in even greater danger.

The pistol one shot was just as good as having a pistol able to shoot eight shots. The man Malachi pulled the trigger on laid on his back with blood pouring out of the bullet wound. Whether the man was dead yet or could be saved, the priest already assumed the worst, dropped their guard, weapons, and intentions of killing Malachi to mourn for their fallen comrade. Malachi had forgotten this quirk of theirs, so he looked at them at first with shock and then –duh–. Still.

This is seriously the most stupid and ridiculous fight I have ever been in.” Malachi said as he ran up to the nearest mourning priest and kicked upwards hitting the priest chin with all the strength he could muster.

Malachi had never been so humiliated, so ashamed to be fighting these priest. Again they started mourning, now for the priest Malachi’s kick connected with. The priest Malachi kicked wasn't even knocked out, instead he held his chin with both hands and moaned with pain as he wobbled around trying to stay on his feet. Still they thought he was dying, so that was reason enough for them to mourn. The early bird gets the worm and all. Malachi moved to the next nearest priest. Within the distance needed to pull the attack off, Malachi jumped and spin in the air, before landing a downward kick that sickled the back of the priest skull. The priest head hit the ground and bounced up a bit. Malachi caught the priest head, and slammed it back down. This fight was too easy. Too stupid. Too ridiculous. It wasn't a fight one can be proud of winning, or losing.

Sometimes, even stupid and ridiculous things can be effective. Malachi crouched down and lifted the head of the priest he just slammed down. He wanted to confirm the guy was knocked out, he wanted to reduce the numbers he had to fight. The priest whose head was in Malachi’s hand let out a groan.

He’s still conscious.

Malachi pushed himself erect, to deliver more kicks to finish the job while the other priest mourn. Instead of delivering kicks, Malachi hollered in pain. Someone attacked him. Malachi turned to see who his attacker was. The priest he hit in the chin stood behind him, with a makeshift sling or bandage to support his jaw, while his two hands were on the mace handle he had just swung. If the priest wasn't in so much pain, maybe he would have landed a clean killing blow, instead, one of the mace spike slashed across a portion of his lower back.

“He’s still alive. Maybe they are all still alive.” One priest said.
“No. I'm pretty sure the guy he shot is dead.” The quick witty one said in turn.
“Yeah” the priest all said.

I need more power behind my attacks.

Malachi had a lot of options on how to deal with the priest. Knocking them out. Which was failing because he lacked the oomph behind his attacks. Kill them, which he just rather not do, at least not until they angered him some more. Disable them. Rid them of their weapons. And so on. Malachi had a decision to make, and if he choose wrong, it might cost him his life. The priest seemed to no longer suspect that Malachi was killing them, so there was no longer a need for them to stop fighting to mourn.

1 down, 2 injured, 5 uninjured and riled up.

Inside the pub...

Parley leaned against the edge of the bar he was just kicked to, (now) red violet eyes locked onto Samuel’s Orange/Blonde eyes, which he would let drift from to look at the smug look on Samuels face. Since Samuel wanted to talk so badly, Parley planned on giving him want he wanted. Parley stood on his own two feet without the support of the bar, he turned his head to the side as he studied Samuel’s stance. With a sly smile, Parley’s blade clashed against Samuels’s seconds later.

Parley swing to Samuel’s blade was intentional, it also showed that when he was ready to kill Samuel, he would not be able to stop him. Parley used a technique that Samuel most likely had not seen before to close the distance between them, and even though there wasn't much distance between them, it looked as if it didn't matter if Parley was a meter away or across the pub, seconds would be all it took to close the distance between them. Parley was visible throughout the technique, his speed though seemed as if it was near impossible to match.

So he stole my friend necklace and you killed him, is that how it went down?” Parley said extorting his full strength onto his blade.

You two should have been burnt to a crisp. How did you two survive the explosion?” Parley said next. Parley shifted his feet position and the distance between both hands on his long sword. In this stance he was in now, the strength behind his sword increased. Parley nodded his head, as a taunt for Samuel to try what he did last to gain the upper hand. What a change of mind, Parley released one of his hands from his long sword handle, resulting in his strength behind it to even out to Samuel’s.

You know what.” Parley said to Samuel.

The hand Parley removed from his long sword was brought far back. His hand taking the appearance of a palm strike, which he brought to the edge of his blade that faced him. The sword jerked forward towards Samuel, before returning to the position the two swords were in at a standstill. For a second. Parley remained where he stood with the hand that just executed the palm strike rotating at the wrist, in the gauntlet that covered it. Samuel on the other hand was pushed back a notable distance, by near invisible shockwave.

The shockwave wasn't strong enough to cut through Samuel’s armor, though they may be a scratch on his iron vest. On the wall behind Samuel, save for where Samuel stood in front of, a slash appeared across it.

I call that Divine Justice. An attack that takes on the similarities of a bullet in a slash that can be unleashed at close range. Sorry though. My strength is wavering, I had a few beers so I wasn't able to make it cut through what I suspect to be armor?” Parley said.

Parley loosely held his blade, it limped in his hand like jerky, as he raised his hand up, and he shifted his feet to that of a fencer. It was another stance despite the appearance of a stance of someone who had let their guard down. Parley took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He wanted to avenge his friend, under his own control and not the town’s curse. However he was starting to doubt who killed his friend

Are you seriously telling me, that my friend, was killed, by you?

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His body collided against the wooden wall of the pub - he could feel his body sink into the wall as he made impact - he could see numerous wood-chips erupt from his own impact, as well as the slash that his armour had luckily saved him from. But he could feel the invisible attack try to cut through his armour once it had made contact with him and didn't stop until it seemingly 'gave up' and made it's way around the knight, cutting the wall to either side of him. Our Knight found himself leaning into the dent he had made for a slow moment after the collision, looking across the way at the man who had the power to do so. "Damn..." -- he swore to himself as he found his eyes connecting with Parley's deep hues. It wasn't hard to read that he was angry - that much was obvious. But what Samuel wasn't getting is why he expected for the knight and the ox to be dead, when he was the one to have sent the mad doctor to fetch them in the first place.

Leaning forward, his hand still gripped as tightly as ever around the hilt of Gilchrist - the knight brought his left middle and thumb to the bridge of his nose and massaged it for a moment as he closed his eyes for the quick instance, slowly he peeped through his right-eye before his finger and thumb slid down both sides of his nose and then his entire hand down the rest of his face - the comment with his doubts that Samuel was the one to kill the mad doctor didn't bring any reaction that Parley might have wanted. Our knight took a moment to look over Parley's stance and took note that it would appear he was going to make more use of that left-palm of his for that mysterious strike he had released just moments ago, that was enough to knock back the large knight.

Bringing his arm up and extending out his right-arm, aiming the tip of Gilchrist at Parley - Samuel's expression remained the same as it normally would: calm and collected. Simply enough, he twisted his head to the left, and then to the right - allowing for an eerie cracking noise to make it's way through ears. All the while, his eyes never left the Palm-Swordsman, and remained on him, afterward. "I do apologize that your friend died. The way he was acting and what he did was unforgivable." -- the knight calmly lowered his sword back down to his side, holding Gilchrist at an angle as he faced Parley. "I will ask that Malachi return the necklace to you as a token of good faith. Otherwise, I have no quarrels with you." -- as those words had left the knight, he could feel his stomach turn as an instinct and those eyes of Parley searing through the knight. Reading Parley was easy enough and Samuel knew something was coming.

That fast movement of Parley was making it's way toward the knight - Samuel could feel the 'demon' of the island running through Parley's veins and that it was adding more fuel to the fire. He was angry toward Samuel and Malachi, more than enough on his own - the 'demon' did nothing but push him to a point where he was off and predictable. Hain didn't want to fight him anymore than he had to - apologizing wasn't the answer and getting through to him wasn't easy. In an attempt.

"Yggs.." -- Hain tilted Gilchrist toward himself and began to bend his arm at the elbow, upward toward his own chest - and as the quick moving Parley was 'stepping' toward the knight, Samuel took a step-forward of his own - "-Drasil!" -- he swung Gilchrist with great speed toward the oncoming Palm-Swordsman.
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Malachi spat on the ground. Somehow knowing the priest had grew impatient of their showdown, he knew his time was up. Pistol still in his hand, he spun it on his finger. He threw the pistol into the air and caught it on it's way down. He held the pistol the way he caught it; he held the pistol similar to the way one would hold a tonfa. The pistol butt faced his body, the pistol barrel lay along his forearm. The seven priest all charged at him at once. The strategy Malachi came up with was simple, wing it and follow...

My Instincts!

Malachi ran towards the charging priest, keeping his body low as he ran. Some seemed faster than other, or just more eager to fight. Those few had a red twinkle in their eye. The first Malachi clashed with was with one of those few. That said priest stopped mid run and raised his spiked mace up and over his head. With every ounce of strength he could muster he brought it down with great killing intent on the upcoming Malachi. At the time he started running, Malachi did not know why he felt running low was a good idea but now, now he could see why. The priest attacks seemed a lot more telegraphed now. Watching the priest and the way he brought and held the mace, there was only one attack to come of it. Malachi raised the hand that held the pistol like a tonfa, and brought it up over his head, and meet the spike mace on the way down.

Just let me be able to knock him out!

It was a second before Malachi could move his arm, it took quite the shock. Unfortunately for the priest who decided to lift the mace so attack again, the relief in weight allowed Malachi strength to return, and an opening. Malachi waved his pistol holding arm away from his body, taking and pushing the mace with it, away from the priest's.

"Arghaaaa" Malachi said, as he brought back and then threw a punch that connected with the priest face. To Malachi's surprise, when the priest fell from the hit, he didn't get back up.

"Yes! I did it." Malachi said in between breaths.

His victory was short lived. Four more priest reached him, swinging their weapons away upon arrival. Malachi backflipped. The first two blows missed him by a hair. The last two blows seemed impossible to dodge or counter, at least at the same time. Malachi leaned in closer to the attack he could at least parry with his pistol. Malachi went in with the full intention and strength to parry. The priest was able to pull back his mace quickly thanks to that, but that was Malachi's intention.

Malachi felt like being a flag on a pole. Malachi quickly put his pistol away, into his pocket. He grabbed onto the priest upright mace with both hands. With straighten arms he lifted himself till he was parallel to the ground. Before the priest diagonal uppercut with his mace could connect with Malachi, Malachi's threw a kick. The kick connected with the priest chest, pushing him back, distancing him and Malachi, as well as the attack with the mace and Malachi's body. He did not go down though.

Things got even sticker. The mace Malachi held onto was immediately dropped after his kick connected with the other priest. Malachi went down hard. The fall was followed by a swift kick in the stomach by the same priest, sending Malachi and the mace he held onto a meter away. Malachi coughed and wheezed a bit as he tried to catch his breath.

Crap, I need to get up. I need to stay on my feet. I need to keep moving.

It was something easily thought than done. Malachi tried to push himself up, but fell back down after eating another kick to the stomach. This time he lost the mace he held onto before. Malachi pushed himself off the ground as soon as he regain control of his tumbling body, not letting himself reel in the pain. The remaining six priest surrounded him during the time, each standing a meter away from each other and Malachi. The injured and the priest that delivered two consecutive kicks to his stomach did not have their weapons. They didn't seem to care. The others forgo their weapons as well. It seemed pretty clear to him, they wanted to make him suffer before they killed him.

"Come on then. Do your worst! Today isn't my day to die." Malachi said to them, shifting his eyes to look into each of theirs. They each took a step forward, towards him.

"Don't make this harder on yourselves." Malachi said upon hearing someone applaud.

Mocking me will just mean when I take you all down with me, I won’t leave you in one piece.

The applauding continued until the priest stopped their approach three to four steps later. Through the gap between the priest, Malachi watched a distant figure approaching. A man. With familiar eyes, that sent Malachi over the edge, seeing them on a face, on a body, unharmed.

"What happen to Samuel? What did you do to him!?" Malachi said to the approaching man who found humor in the situation.

Back in the pub…

It started out as a brawl, now the only Samuel and Parley were fighting. From missed shockwaves to missed attacks, the two unintentionally took out the other brawlers. There was no other person conscious to witness the battle between two swordsmen. And the longer it continued, the worst off the pub ended up. Parley wanting to make the knight lose all hope before he dealt the finishing blow met the knight’s sword each and every time, with a force equal or greater than the knights. The sounds of their metal swords clashing harmoniously rung throughout the pub.

Nothing Samuel tried was really working, and as is, he was barely managing to block, counter, and attack Parley back. The longer Samuel endured and kept fighting, the angrier Parley became. He believed Samuel to be weak, some one he would not even break a sweat on. For Samuel to last this long meant this wasn’t true, and that he would have to kick it up a notch.

Parley returned his sword to its scabbard, “I’m not going to honor you by killing you by my sword,” said Parley, shaming the knight skill. Parley crouched down, one leg on the knee, the other still on its feet, his hands shuffling some thing within that latter leg boot’s. He did the same for the other. Though his guard was down while he did this, he wasn’t worried, they were both exhausted, but the knight more so than him. This break from attacking would be the first break Parley gave the knight to catch his breath. Though maybe by the time he was shuffling within his second leg boot’s was more than enough time for one to catch ones breath.

Whether the knight attacked or Parley finished rearranging some thing in his other leg boot’s, Parley response would be the same. The quick dash that he used earlier and this time and for the first time in their fight he started double jumping. At the height of the second jump, he kicked the air, one after the other, unleashing a shockwave with each kick.

Through intuition and haki, the knight should be able not only to avoid and or counter, but figure out the secret behind these abnormal shockwaves that did not seem as if they were Parley’s. Maybe even finally gaining the upper hand of the fight.
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The clash of the swordsmen, the knight and the rogue sword had done nothing but cling-clang and sparks about as the two of them were going toe-to-toe. Our knight was able to sense that, for whatever reason, Parley wasn't going full-force and even though that 'feeling' may or may not be accurate in the grand scheme of the situation that's before the both of them, Samuel had noticed that the brawl around them had continued despite when, what appeared to be, two 'powerful' or at least highly above average swordsmen were going head-to-head with not many holds barred. Collateral damage to both the property of the building and those who were stupid enough to allow their drunken egos to continue their brawling amongst themselves, and despite Samuel's best efforts - several of them had a hit or two from the various debris of the battle, if not a shockwave that had been intended for the opposing swordsman - from both sides.

Throughout this process, while the two of them were fighting - the knight had remained silent, which wasn't normal for him as he would generally continue to maintain a conversation and link with his opponent to come up with way to end this before it progressed into something there was no turning back from. The knight had to assume that this was Parley's home town and he didn't want to go about harming his own people - causing property damage to a pub he might frequent enough that the barkeep would have his toxins ready as soon as he saw the violet-eyed rogue swordsman saunter into the building. Another thought contradicted that, however - with the attack on the men and women that had disembarked from the charter earlier in the day and the explosion that gravely injured many, and killed one too many. The knight, himself, suppose to be one of them.

As the clashing of men continued, Samuel did his best to intentionally knock the idiots that were still fighting amongst themselves in this 'bar-fight' that Malachi had no doubt initiated when he had bombarded through their wall on Cheshire. While he was still clashing with Parley, simply being offensive and defensive with Gilchrist in a single-hand and with his free left-hand, once they were close enough to any idiotic who had decided sticking around to either way or fight some other milk drinker - a simple knock to the back of the head would do the trick - to at least buy some time. Samuel's lips had remained sealed as the two continued to go at it. He could sense that Parley believed Samuel to be weak - but was it in the obvious context or something more philosophical?

But with one final clash of steel, Parley slid back from the knight and sheathed his blade. Samuel, still with his guard-up and Gilchrist remaining in his hand - our knight simply stared down the rogue swordsman. His eyes locked on him as he seemingly knelt down, the knight was ninety-percent certain that it was a ruse of some sort - and though that assumption and numbers he had given himself were likely true, Samuel was a man of the sword and he wouldn't attack an unarmed man nor slay them while their guard was down - even if they had just clashed for a solid while. Our knight retrieved a heavy inhale, exhaling it quietly - slowly as the grip on Gilchrist remained the same and at an angle to his right side. He wouldn't be the first to strike - if Parley were to pull something..

Our knight took into consideration that he was setting up for something - that something wasn't pinpointed in Samuel's mind. While he was a quick thinker in a general sense, it wasn't ---

For a moment - Samuel's eyes hollowed out into the monochrome of bland hues as he thought back to what had happened earlier and the palm that the rogue swordsman had struck him with. To the best of Samuel's knowledge, doing something with one's own willpower and abnormal human capabilities was slim - but there was something that Samuel has heard of before that often could be used to grant folk with the right knowledge on how to use them and use them properly to heir fullest extent. Noting back to the palm-strike. It had made contact with Samuel before it's effect had been triggered, launching the knight into the wall with quite the punch - or wave, if you will. During this instance, Samuel was allowing the rogue swordsman to continue about with what he was doing.. setting up for the next onslaught?

As his hues had regained their colour, the rogue swordsman was making his move toward the knight and was using that swift-technique of his but it didn't last long - not because of the speed it produced for his movement but because he had leapt into the air above Samuel and everything else in the pub. Another attacking coming was imminent, and standing here to take it wasn't an option that would work out too well for Hain. But he had anticipated the attack coming from the rogue swordsman (man I've grown attached to that name) - it was now or never that Samuel take a chance and hope that his next attack would work and bring an end to this between the knight and the rogue. He had sensed the attack before the second jump had gone it's course - the knight leaped up toward the in-air Parley and spun his body around so that the oncoming attacks would collide with his shoulder and back armour.

... but not quite!

Both hands firmly gripped onto the hilt of Gilchrist, and she was slowly brought over his right shoulder - as when he had leapt up and toward Parley in the air he had twisted his body to the left. It was now that he follow through. It seemed to be slow - at least for Parley and Samuel and it was likely Parley saw the knight's signature blade glimmer under the poor lighting of the pub - with his body continuing in full rotation mid-air.

"...Yule...!" -- his grip on Gilchrist tightened, the sound of the leather wrapped around the hilt sounded as though they were in pain as his body's rotation was almost complete - and once the knight's rotation was closing - the time between the two slowed down again. With his body almost all the way around, it could be seen that his arms that were both gripped to Gilchrist were moving ahead of his rotation - as though he were going for the mightiest of swings - to finish this bout between himself and Parley. So that this could be over - and they could put this island in the back of their memories. For Samuel, at least.

"... tide!!"



It wasn't often that Samuel shouted the way he had just done so - but as the rotation was coming to it's end, his mighty grip and swing was what gave the rotation it's final push. The strength and momentum he had put behind this swing was, what he hopes, to be the last strike he had to make. Upon completing the rotation with the help of his mighty swing, he released a shockwave that wasn't it's usual colour of white and golden and orange hues, but instead a pure gold one with what appeared to be an outlining of black. Would this end the bout?

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Malachi watched as the parley look-a-like waved the priest away with a single hand.

I asked you a question. I demand an answer.” Malachi said. He stared down the look-a-like who did not bother to speak until the priest were out of sight and ear range.

I did nothing to your friend I just got here. My name is Parley II. Where did you last saw your friend?” Parley II said.

You were fighting Samuel in the pub, what do you mean you just got here?” Said Malachi as he felt his neck with his right hand for the necklace. He released a sigh of relief when he noticed it was no longer around his neck. “The hell are you doing, answer me damn it.” Malachi felt the man mocked him by tilting his head to the side and what Malachi could only assume to be a facial expression of someone to be dreaming.

Hey where the hell do you think you are going? Come back here!” Malachi said. He collected himself to run after Parley II whose eyes widen before he ran into the pub.

To his surprise when he came into the pub, which was totaled, he was seeing doubles, “Two Parleys?

Yes you idiot, we are twins.” Parley II said as he picked up his injured twin body into his arms, “All you haki users are the same, there is no decency behind any of you guys. Nothing. Nothing but trouble. Walking destructions.

Yeah I still have no idea what haki is but oh man Samuel it seems like you kicked ass in here.” Malachi said limping towards Samuel to give him a high five. Malachi was proud, of himself and of Samuel. He felt together they would be a badass team, though he felt like he himself needed a bit more work. “Oh yeah, well if you are the Parley II we were looking for and not your brother what did you want? Actually, where is the island money and ships? No actually tell me where the spa is, I want to soak in the cactus green waters. I am way overdue on a shower.” Malachi said, verbalizing his decision making instead of doing it in his head as he usually do. After noticing a pulsing vein in Parley II’s forehead, he decided to hush down.

You guys were supposed to be martyrs. To be defeated by our hands. To inspire some nationalism in our people so they will no longer fear those that brought destruction to our island. Then you did this. Go to hell.” Parley II said.

Malachi shook his head, he could feel the anger and pain coming from Parley II and felt pretty bad. “Look at us, we look pretty defeated as is. How about you let us escape on some ship with that bag of beli I took from your brother.” Malachi said. It was weird he felt more empathic than normal, he was being overwhelmed by Parley II’s feeling, and it was making it near impossible for him to tell the Parley brothers to fuck off since he never agreed to doing anything, for them, or their people.

Take pictures. Print them in your local papers. Show the people our defeated bodies. Tell them that you beat us near death, and by some fate we managed to escape. We will never mention what happen here. I’m pretty sure the both of us want to put this far behind us. And when you become a part of the world government the island and the people will be protected. You’ll never have to worry about destructive haki users again.” Malachi said. Malachi was speaking from his heart, hoping he was reaching Parleys’. It all sounded reasonable to him but he couldn’t tell if the Parley twins felt the same. Malachi considered the injured Parley, coughing up blood, excused though. "Please, there is someone out there that I love that I must save."

Finally Parley II broke the silence, with words, Parley I’s coughing, hacking, and moaning did not count in Malachi’s opinion. “There is a cave not too far from here, a ship we usually use for business in the underworld as brokers. Use it. Get out of here, and never return.” Parley II said to Samuel and Malachi.

Malachi walked up to the Parley twins, grabbed each of their hands and violently shook them, “Thank you so much you too.” With curses, Malachi had his hand slapped away.

How rude.

Let’s go find this cave Samuel.” Malachi said, leading the two out of the pub and to the place he threw the bag of beli. “Er yeah you carry it.” Malachi said pushing the bag to Samuel, “My back is still hurting.

Wait you two.” Parley II said. He stood at the broken pub door, with his twin brother over his shoulder. “There might be some illegal goods on the ship, more importantly there is a black den den mushi on there. If anything the first thing you should do is find it, use it to pick up any marine conversation and avoid the ones on their way here.

Those two aren’t that bad. I wish there was more that I could do to help.

Malachi smiled at the information, and walked in the direction Parley II pointed to. When the feeling of thanks overwhelmed him he turned around and waved his arms frantically at the two brothers, “Thank you!

Thank, you.” The parley twins whispered back in unison.

The sun broke over the horizon by the time Malachi reached the cave that hid the ship with Samuel. By then Malachi’s body felt better. He quickly boarded the ship, “My log pose is already set. Must only need less than a day to set. I’ll find the black den den mushi, you ready the ship for sail.” Malachi said as he went to do as he said he did.

Found it.

Scavenging through an office desk he found a black den den mushi watch, and put it on, without warning it started transmitting conversations.

Crap, they are already here.

Malachi grabbed a telescope that was in the same drawer as the den den mushi and ran to the ship deck. The ship was ready to sail. “Good shit. You steer.” Malachi open the sails, the last thing to do, and scaled the mast to reach the lookout point, while holding the telescope in his mouth.

No one is supposed to leave the island, so I doubt the marines will be happy to see us. Or me on the ship being wanted and all. I think the black den den mushi already picked up on their conversations. God speed to us mate, let’s get the hell out of this island!” Malachi said after reaching the top.

He extended the telescope and placed it over his eyes. He scanned the horizon and shouted directions down. While they were in calm waters and marines around Malachi forged the log pose.

Malachi did his best, but just as they were about to clear the calm waters that surrounded the island. A marine ship came over the horizon. Malachi scaled down the mast.

Well, it was nice knowing you bud. I don’t know about you but I’m a bit exhausted. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll fight to the death but I don’t think even if it is just one ship, with a few soldiers that we will make it out alive.” Malachi said.

They’ll just stall and the other marine ships we passed by undetected will just come back and surround us, arrest us.

Malachi hid behind Samuel as the ship neared. There was no pirate flags, but still, it was a ship sailing from the island. So the marine ship neared to dock. Just as they did an explosion went off from the island. The winds from the explosion traveled from the island and past the ship Malachi and Samuel was on. The wind was strong enough to push the ship out of the calm waters of the island. And also knocking the two off their feet.

What was that?” Malachi said, as he rubbed the parts of his body that ache. The waves under the shipped rocked and swayed, Malachi pushed himself up. “Yes we did it. Crap what the fuck is wrong with this ocean?

Malachi could barely see the island. The marine ship that was once near them was far, but trying to turn itself around the best it could. As for the water, Malachi could see violent waves. The sky overhead was dark, which started and ended at the island calm waters. “Doesn’t look like we’ll be getting a break anytime soon. Let’s follow the log pose to safe waters.” Malachi said, springing into action to gain control of the ship, with his minimal knowledge.

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Emo can has Haki. I flipped a coin, it was heads, heads was Armament. Sooo... Armament Haki it is! Congratz.

I guess you can has choose, Strength.

As they look for the black den den mushi, the find a sound dial, it is turned on to reveal an ominous message...

"The Dead Will Follow You..."

The dial breaks shortly after the message plays...


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