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| Incandescence | Dec 25 2015, 11:13 PM Post #31 | |||||
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This was war. There at her feet on the cot was the barf green pants suit. The struggles. Keiko attempted to move her left leg on the sheet to bring it forward, but the numbness was too immense. Her body felt like it was pumped with led and the pain of two sharp points on her body did not help. The general buttons were glinting with light from the sun. How very grotesque, she thought to herself. Even the sun had come to view my sufferings. She turned her head slightly seeing Alice making faces at her. Keiko smiled warmly which was all she could offer and returned to her attempt to dress properly. Her toes were wiggling which was the little control she had, as the pins and needles often stoke her to feel violent. She attempted to rotate her ankle, but alas it was to no avail. She just made her foot fidget awkwardly. Keiko dropped her head on the cot with her neck muscles becoming tense from trying to look at the world with her own free will. She was still for a moment letting the perspiration drip from her forehead. Her loss of weight made her weak, but what was she to do. she can't ingest food anymore unless anyone wanted to walk on bile. She felt a lump of nausea rising in her throat. The nerve of some people causing problems for the Beast Blood pirates. Keiko listened intently to the yammering and bold remarks. She understood that their fight was being staged, but she wanted to see more aggression like in a colosseum. She wanted to see a blood bath with blades of death and lions of savagery. This was similar enough being that the enemy was a sword wielder and that Fudo is a saber cat. This is going to be epic she thought as she heard Fudo walking towards the enemy voice. Keiko dared not look with the sun waiting to blind her, but she listened. She heard them clashing together like gods of thunder and imagined the intense skill going into their efforts. The very swishing of weaponry in the air made Keiko swoon. Her feverish face could hold back no longer as she stared out seeing several blurry figures while she was squinting her eyes. Perhaps, I have been struck down by the plague. At first, the opponent started out well by using his sword to neatly leave both an opening and the ability to deflect with ease. However, it was too easy not because his attacks were flawed but because Fudo was not angry enough. No one would ever believe that Fudo was being serious after countless studies on him by scientist and such. He was easily angered, but this looked like a breeze. It was obvious that they were downplaying each other. They had to do something more serious and life threatening. Decapitate him! Rip him in half with your bare hands! Keiko felt cheated. If I could move I'd go over there and slap you both. In her rage, she actually managed to move her lead leg. Keiko used her big toe to grab the collar and folded her knee in to bring it closer to her. The collar was just an inch before her fingertips when her hand fell and her leg dropped. She needed to take another break. She continued to stare at the ceiling while she heard Kuro chewing something from the end of the cot. Her right leg was becoming an annoyance with pins and needles. She turned her head slightly to see her foot in Kuro's mouth. Kuro's eyes were big and happy like cows. Keiko glared at the lanphan, but he knew there was nothing she could do. She looked back towards the opening in the attempt to ignore Kuro. To her dismay, she could only ignore the obnoxious calls of the echo location during all the destruction. The figure of Fudo had disappeared from her sight. The challenger was gone as well. There was still a blurry figure there that had described Fudo's opponent, but she still couldn't fix her gaze on him. She returned to her struggles nabbing the tip of the collar between her fingertips, as she slipped a single leg inside. "Kuro release my foot!" The black rabbit smiled, but did not spit her foot out. Her face turned red imaginaing what Alice would choose. |
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| Keiko Kuro Ookami + Kuro Usagi • Slayer • Knightness/Vampire • Pirate Crew • Bounty: 122,000,000 • SD Earned: 520 • Beli: 50,780,000 • Location: Alabasta | ||||||
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| SwanSong | Dec 26 2015, 09:10 AM Post #32 | |||||
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DIE DIE DIE
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What Alice imagined would happen next with her little game did not happen what so ever sadly to say. Alice felt those chilled slender fingertips move over her body, those nails that could shred her body with ease gliding up her belly. All the while, her sister's face was as dead pan as ever. This was no fun at all but, the way Ookami was moving her hands spoke a know other language. It seemed to Alice her sister was struggling to not reveal her true feelings but her body was speaking and showing all she needed to say as those slender fingers pressed against the flesh of her chest. Fingers wrapping and cupping over the ruby red head's breast as the other lightly traced over her cheek and then to her throat. Was Ookami really going for it, was her dear sister giving in to love? Nope, Ookami was not in the mood for fun and games it seemed as just as abruptly the loving and taboo scene started, it was ended as Alice was pushed off and onto the hard wooden deck of the ship between the cots. As in the same time as her back made contact with the planks of the ship, Kuro had brought a large trunk and slammed it down just in time. Alice hissing in pain as she looked at her sister pouting. "Well... you are no fun. Spoke Alice under her breath as she reached back with her left hand to gently rub at her lower back which was throbbing in pain at the moment. Meanwhile, Ookami was set on getting dressed. Having her large pet help dress her as well. Alice opted to stay on the ground as she watched her raven black haired crew member pick out clothing that did not match what so ever and made her look like a clown almost. As she finished dressing, there was a shifting of some sort. something behind Alice was changing, something she could not understand even if she was looking at it as the very world around them seemed to stop for a moment, inverting in colors as the fabric of reality is changed around her fellow ruby headed new friend the Doctor. Just as sudden as this change had come it was gone in less then a second, far too fast and strange for any human or other could perceive. After this mystical anomoly came with it a feeling of hairs standing up on edge. A shiver rippled over Alice's body from head to toe as the very air seemed to become devoid of moisture. Not really understanding it and not really paying it any mind anyway, Alice got up slowly and looked within the trunk of wonders that Kuro had brought up onto the deck. Alice was covered enough, she was alive , and whole for the most part, so she did not really have any issues with how she was. Mearly being curious as to what was inside it. The lid of the wooden trunk was still open as Alice looked around in it while on her knees. Her skin becoming red as the pressure of her body and gravity came unto the hard wood planks. Not really minding it too much, she looked around in the trunk as she pulled out a pair of jeans, tossing them onto her cot. The next thing was a pair of boots. Tossing them onto the cot as well as she also pulled out a long sleeved shirt at the same time, throwing it into her growing pile. Another shirt was pulled to be added to the pile of clothing with a bandanna, a belt, as well as a pair of socks. Alice propped herself on the lip of the trunk as energy within her body seemed to be depleated. resting with the lip under her arm pits as she huffed for a moment. Looking over, It seemed the mysterious man named Djazz and Fudo were still talking. "Jeez, these two talk more then a couple of hoochie bitches. Shifting her arms, Alice used the lip of the Trunk to stabilize herself as she struggled to get up off her knees and back onto the cot where she had awoken. Assessing her pull from the cache of clothing Ookami had given to her, she reached over and grabbed the socks with her left hand. Pulling the stretchy cloth material so the two socks would become unbounded, Alice lifted her left leg up and placed her heel upon the edge of the cot. Holding the sock open with her thumbs, Alice pulled the cool clothing item up over her toes and on upwards. More and more the fabric slipped up her smooth legs and finally coming to a snug stop at mid thigh. The black sock was a great contrast to the white medical bandages that covered her body. The sock also had cute little white skulls all along it as well. Smiling, Alice repeated the prossess with it's twin on her other leg. Now a bit more comfortable, Alice wiggled her toes as she looked down upon her legs. It was a simple pleasure of hers to always have a pair of socks on. She frankly disliked ever having her feet and legs nude. now was the time for the next piece of clothing she had raided from the trunk. It was a pair of dark blue denim pants that were skin tight but the outside half of the pants from the waist to middle thigh area was a totally other color of dyed denim. It looked as though a pair of white shorts were butchered and cut up and stitched together with the blue pants, sort oh in a chaps design. Shrugging, Alice pulled her now sock covered legs through the material as she slipped them though the pant legs one at a time. The pants seem to be a bit on the skin tight side of things as Alice huffed and bounced on the cot as she struggled to get the pants on. Not bothering to try and zip them up or fasten the button just yet as she looked to her left again for another piece of clothing. Under her rear was a thin cotton material baby tee shirt with a plunging V neck cut. The shirt seemed about the right size as she pulled it out from under her. and looked at it for a moment. Sliding her arms up under the shirt she pulled it on to both arms first before in one motion pulled it all the way onto her body. Alice pulled at the shirt in areas to help it fit better. The Tee shirt was dyed orange with a unique pentagon shaped white designed skull that rested and covering part of her left breast, ((Bleach Skull)) just where the black number three branded into her skin. A permanent reminder of the horrors from on Cactus Island. All that was left was a few more pieces of clothing. Looking over at the small pile now to her left, Alice picked up the long sleeved shirt that was white and seemed to be akin to a business shirt that could be buttoned up with a collar that might cover a tie. Sadly, Alice did not see a tie but shrugged as she set to work cuffing the sleeves of the Shirt. The back was cut up into evenly spaced slits and weaved to look akin to a corset, which was an interesting aspect that fit the theme with her outfit. Professional but with a hint of casual as well. Putting the shirt on one arm at a time as she flipped her hair out from under her two shirts, leaving the white shirt to hang out as the baby tee was tucked inside the waist of her pants. The next thing was a brown thick leather belt with a distressed bronze belt buckle that was a good three inches tall and four inches long. The Buckle also had a carving of an ornate design of the satanic variety. Looking back, it seemed that Fudo and Djazz were getting pretty hot as they both got into fighting stances and bounded off the anchored ship and onto the beach below. All the while Alice was slipping the same dark brown leather boots up her legs and over the blue denim. They were your stereotypical pirate like heeled boots with cuffs at the end. They were a little on the slim side as Alice could of used a pair that was a little more wider but they were doable. Standing up and sucking in her belly, Alice quickly pulled on the zipper and fastened the button. Alice exhailed as she pulled the belt tight and pushed the buckle down, finishing fastening it. The last piece of clothing that was left was a navy blue bandanna. Slipping it into a triangle and pulling it up to her face. Alice tied the two ends of the bandanna together like a mask that a cowboy would wear but then slipped her long locks of ruby red hair that was curling in some places, and was akin to fire. How it would wave, curl, and kink in all directions as it hung. Pulling the bottom of the bandanna up, Alice finished her look off as the tied off part of the bandanna was kept snug at the base of her skull while the rest kept her hair out of her face. With a smirk of approval, Alice tuned to the Doc and offered her right arm as if asking him to a prom or whatever. "Say Doc... mind helping a gal walk? I do not think I got it in me to see Fudo slaughter this invader? I might not Respect him as the leader of this small band of pirates, but, I have faith in him as a friend and in his skills. But, I still wanna watch him struggle anyway." |
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| Ran | Dec 26 2015, 03:31 PM Post #33 | |||||
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His fingers deftly moved the pencil around, leaving lines upon the small journal in his hand. Numbers filled one page, calculations of some sort while a drawing of something filled another set of pages. Every time a section of the drawing was finished, the calculations grew longer and more complex. Each time he flipped a page, a new part of the overall drawing was completed, all of this done within a few moments...before everything stopped. The birds stopped their flight overhead. The waves stopped breaking on the beach. The two women in the cots stopped moving. Fudo and the others stopped talking. Everything in existence stopped but himself. His breath cold as he exhaled what felt like the final bit of air that would ever pass his lungs. Colors twisted around him, his vision blurry and unfocused. Sounds were mute aside from a persistent and sharp buzzing sound. His body felt weak, like he couldn't even hold on to the notebook and pencil yet they never left his hands. Tatsuo looked down. Ryuuchi looked up. Time continued, colors returned to normal and the buzzing ceased. He could hear the women talking behind him, the men talking in front of him. Nobody seemed to have noticed anything happen...but not even he was sure that anything happened...did it? He was suddenly sitting there on that ship with all these people around him. They were unfamiliar, yet familiar. He didn't know what was happening yet knew exactly how things led up to that moment. The notebook closed and dropped into his pocket. Ryuuchi stood up, looking about himself for a moment. Everything was in place as it should be, why was he worried enough to check? His eyes shifted to the pencil in his hands and saw it dry up and turn to sand. His powers were working perfectly. Ryuuchi's sight then changed to his wrist, yet there was nothing...but should there have been? It was unblemished and perfectly fine. He looked around and noticed that something was odd with his height, yet everything seemed as it should be. Ryuuchi's eyes slowly moved from the uninteresting talk between the men close-by and back to the women in the cots. Both seemed to be getting dressed. He didn't know them but knew them all the same. He could not recall who they were but the word "patients" was clear. He had patients and by the looks of things, they were quite wounded. The thought of having treated them felt right, yet there was no recollection of it. He approached the cots and absentmindedly stared as they dressed themselves, yet they didn't seem to mind...he was their doctor, that was the answer that came to him. The red haired woman talked to him. She had picked out an interesting attire and she had an impressive body to match it. As the red haired one spoke directly to him, he looked back at the large rabbit playing with the other woman and then slowly his mind drifted back to the red haired woman as she presented her arm. She mentioned the leader, the leader of a band of pirates....their leader? His leader? The thought felt odd and disgusting but not incorrect. Better play along until I'm certain of what the situation is, he thought to himself as he accepted the woman's arm. "Miss..." he took her arm with a gentle smile and a bow, helping her stand "Such tight clothing while so injure and recuperating. No matter how attractive you may look, that is quite the problem. I'll overlook it for now, given the circumstances." the words came out before he properly thought of them, yet they were still something he would have said "If you start feeling any pain or discomfort, be sure to warn me immediately." his eyes turned to the other woman with the rabbit "Do you require assistance?" he asked. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Incandescence | Dec 26 2015, 06:27 PM Post #34 | |||||
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Knightness
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Keiko saw the giant rabbit chewing her foot like it was some kind of toy. He eyed her with a warm smile. His grin was polite, but his intentions were malicious and defiant as ever. Kuro was, but a common trickster waiting for the feeling in Keiko's foot to return to torture her. The blood lustful pirate knew this all too well and she was beginning to notice Kuro's plan taking effect. Keiko opened her jaws wide like an alligator on the verge to catching a big fish. Her eyes narrowed at the creature whose teeth was clicking on her toenails. Kuro was triggering the pins and needles in her feet that made her want to laugh and kill him at the same time. However, Keiko couldn't move and bit her own mouth to keep from herself from laughing. Tears of anger filled her eyes and the great queen bat's echolocation made its way through to her ears. The doctor had asked her kindly to help her get dressed, which should have been a basic chore. Keiko sighed deeply. "No thank you. I have depended on myself in such situations." She was pulling on the collar to bring up the pants suit on one side, but her other leg was still asleep and unmoving. Her eyes narrowed towards her unmoving leg with fiery orbs. Obey me, peasant! She sighed giving up for the moment with her tiring muscles. I can walk...she repeated into her head over and over. Her face turned red as she attempted to move her body to stand, but all the work proved to no avail. She huffed perhaps another time. Then she could join Alice and the doctor on their stroll. Forbid if they try anything on each other I will salvage their blood. The fifteen-foot fiend saw Keiko's cries, as encouragement. He bit down on her foot harder grazing the sharp points in his mouth across the flesh. Keiko shut her eyes from the irritation in the attempt to move her foot away but could not. Her body was limp, but her hair was on the prowl once again. Her black hair grew in length closer and closer to Kuro lingering on the cot. The black rabbit saw the hair coming but thought nothing of it until it was by his face. He eyed it suspiciously but by then it was too late. Keiko's hair had curled into two great ebony fists that stood before the rabbits face. The two fists launched at Kuro scaring him under the cot and making him release her foot. There was a THUMP as the rabbit went under. Keiko gave a sigh of relief that her foot was free. Opening her tired lids she paused staring at her hair that had grown to her ankles. That's peculiar, thought Keiko. Was this some kind of daunting gift bestowed upon her by the great queen bat? It had to be, but how did it work? Does her hair have a mind of its own? She thought for a moment looking from the cloth she was trying to wear to the ink like strands. She blocked out the echolocation with her meditation, but when she did her hair fell plainly. Could it be that the monster was aiding her to control this ability? It could be, but she wanted to control for herself. She thought harder and like clockwork, the strands began to operate again without the outside noise. She was sweating profusely but managed to make the black hands move to the clothes. They flailed and wavered being difficult to control at first, but then she was beginning to understand them. Her right leg gained consciousness. She slipped her leg into the other leg hole of her pants suit with great difficulty. Her own hair began to pull on her clothes to a perfect fit. The hair hand went to the general buttons that locked into the fabric. She was relieved to no longer be wearing just a brazier and underpants. Her body went limp as her hair folded on her heaving chest. Her eyes locked on Alice, "Interesting, choice Alice." Her eyes lingered on the emblem of some kind of morbid skull symbol. It was familiar she believed to have picked it up on red sand island, devastating place. A smile began to crinkle on the side of her lips. Then she quickly turned away to pretend to find no joy in Alice finding something of interest in her choice. Keiko's fever began to increase forcing her to close her eyes. Dammit, where are my nodachi's? I can't be without them or I'll. She gulped not wanting to think about it. |
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| Keiko Kuro Ookami + Kuro Usagi • Slayer • Knightness/Vampire • Pirate Crew • Bounty: 122,000,000 • SD Earned: 520 • Beli: 50,780,000 • Location: Alabasta | ||||||
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Dec 27 2015, 11:07 AM Post #35 | |||||
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Djazz was well familiar with the techniques that his opponent used. No matter what he called it, the name 'Soru' came up time and time again as a method from which an individual would buzz about at unnatural speed by compounding multiple steps upon take off. He had never bothered to learn the technique though so many apparently used it to make up for their own lack of speed. Already Djazz was trying to feel out the nature of his opponent. After all, he had to be strong with the bounty that he had, and the fact that he could even use the Soru technique to some capacity meant that he had some experience. In spite of it being a common technique it still required some amount of training in order to master. He immediately took the hint that Fudo would rather not do the fighting on the deck of his ship. And without saying much more jumped off of the ship itself and fell to the sandy cushion of the beach bellow. He felt his feet displace the land underneath him as he took a step or two. It wasn't necessarily an uneven sort of footing, but something a little more annoying in that it was universally loose. It was then that Djazz got an idea..! If the ground and sandiness was annoying for him then he could easily make it annoying for his opponent as well. While he would hold back by using the back end of his blade to keep the subsequent attack from cutting, the tactic in mind would have been just about as normal as he was used to in a round of combat. Regripping his blade his mind's eye focused on Fudo as the power of observational haki opened greater insight into the individuals actions. Ripping his sword across his person, the resulting attack was a powerful shockwave that shot forward before quickly collapsing in on itself in a whirling attack that turn itself into a small tornado. The whipping winds almost immediately scoop up a mound of sand as it flew forward, the vacuum becoming a collumn of sand similar to a dust devil. Djazz didn't stand idol, however, he tracked closely behind the attack where his presence would be difficult to monitor. The sound and sight of a sand tornado would obstruct his ability to see and hear Djazz while the power of observational haki would allow Djazz the opportunity to get a jump on Fudo. It would be difficult to defend against physically and to get out of dodge he would have to go either left or right. Even if he used Soru, observational haki would give him a hint as to which way he was going and thus, allow him to pounce on his opponent the moment he dodged! While the tactic was sound, however, he prepared himself for some other hidden factor. If the grandline had taught him anything, it was that he should expect the unexpected and then some. It wasn't often that a plan actually worked out as he wanted it to. Then again, didn't he want Fudo to beat Djazz... not the other way around? Ohh well.. had to make it look good at the very least. It was then that Djazz realized his own folly, "Ohh crap! I forgot to say something dramatic.. erm... come on Djazz, think! Think! Gahh... too late, the moments gone." he thought as he proceeded with his attack. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| SwanSong | Dec 29 2015, 01:23 PM Post #36 | |||||
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DIE DIE DIE
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As Alice walked along the hard wooden planks of the top decking of the recreation pirate ship, she had to rely on her new friend Ryuu for support as she was still not to her full strength. Legs and her whole body still weak from the misadventures of the day before. As they went from the back part of the ship, foot steps sounding of with a few creaks, She looked over at the man with an arched eyebrow. He said that tight clothing would be an issue but he might over look it for the time being given current problems that the crew as a whole faced at the moment. However, he did manage to slip in a slight compliment as well and he was showing some compassion as well, especially for complete strangers. Even if they had only just met a few minutes ago, Alice could not help but smile with this man as they held each other arm in arm till they were on the starboard deck railing. "Thank you doc, and as you know, tight clothing is another form of compression, keeping blood within the body and all. While the bandages and such are doing as they should, with physical exertion and even then, things can open back up. So in the event that I do start bleeding again, at least this way it will be quickly noticeable and controlled." Spoke the ruby red haired pirate as she looked out to the beach as the soft air blew by, causing locks of her hair to flutter a little bit. As down below on the beach, two giants stood ready for battle. "And you may attend to my sister now, I think I will be fine here for now. Please assist her... I would but, as you clearly saw, I can barely support my own body currently." Alice was not enjoying this reality or her current stand point at all. Although she knew she did this to herself, she had no regrets as it was all in effort to save her sister Ookami. She was at least starting to accept things as she looked down at the beach. Fudo and Djazz started to fight as the man swung his sword sending an impressive vortex of energy and sand towards Fudo, but something told her this was going to come down to a battle of wits and timing as the two seemed to read each other's movements. She could not activate her own will powers at the moment but she knew Fudo had impressive skills in the art of Haki and from the look of things, it might be that this mystery man could have some skill if the art of Haki as well or at the very least have a lot of experience in dealing with others who could utilize their will power in such ways. "This is going to be an interesting show... Might as well watch and learn a few things." |
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| Ran | Dec 29 2015, 03:20 PM Post #37 | |||||
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Ryuuchi couldn't help but feel interested in the red haired woman. He did not know her or any of these people that were around him, yet the thought of her as an ally did not feel awkward nor wrong. She was stunning, a trait she shared with her "sister", yet they were opposites in a way. The red haired woman holding onto his arm felt like a gorgeous flower, yet from the way she carried herself and how she spoke, he could feel the subtle prickling of hidden thorns just waiting to come out. This girl had secrets, ones he was able to unintentionally uncover and register in his memory. All the scar tissue and faded scars, especially around a certain area of her body told him that she had gone through much hardship in her life. He'd have to talk to her about this at a later date. She was just like the women he had grown up with, though they were trained to appear like harmless an irresistible flowers when in truth they held hidden poisonous thorns, to this red haired woman it appeared to come naturally. The "sister", on the other hand, was like a porcelain doll, fragile and delicate, yet unlike the red haired one, the sharp edges of her cracked surface were easy to spot. Anyone that were to hold the doll would undoubtedly have blood drawn from the edges. It was odd, but the other three members of the crew seemed to already have a place in his memory, even though he had not seen them before with his own eyes. There were no memories but instead pure, unprocessed information. The one below, intense, cocky, upbeat, bloodlust. The blue eyed one, controlled, calm, focused, trusting. The blond haired one, impatient, narcissistic, unstable, wild. It was as if he had read a report written by someone else, someone different but familiar. It felt odd yet right. This was how Ryuuchi had survived his whole life, but studying others intently and grasping their nature before they could surprise him with it. A true assassin must always be aware of those that surround him and the more one knows about them, the easier it'll be to predict their actions. Information is key and figuring out how one works from how they look to how they carry themselves is fundamental for survival. "In truth, I am less worried about your wounds opening again and more about the pain you might feel when moving. there is a reason why bandages should never be too tight." he smiled and looked down at the starting battle between the two individuals "But I digress..." he continued, lifting his hand toward Alice's face and balling it into a fist. Djazz's attack had lifted a fair amount of sand and though their location was away from the brunt of the attack, there were still grains of sand flying everywhere. Grains that could have gotten in people's eyes or worse. As Ryuuchi closed his hand, grains that were in the process of making their way toward Alice's face stopped in mid air as if to defy gravity itself. He opened his hand once more and lowered it to his side, causing the sand in the air to gather and gently flow to his feet. "If we are to enjoy the show, then you deserve to watch it in relative comfort." his right arm began to lose its form and turn into sand, dropping down so it could join the gains already on the wooden floor. The constant and seemingly endless stream of sand coming from his arm began to shift and move around Alice. If she allowed it, the sand would form into a pile around her and morph into a large throne like chair underneath her. The chair would lift her high enough that even sitting she'd have complete visibility of the battle below. While hardening the necessary areas by compacting sand, Ryuuhi made sure that the areas in contact with Alice's body would be relatively soft. "Your sister as well..." he said looking back as his left arm copied the right and turned to sand as well. A long and thick steam of sand began to flow through the air toward Keiko. Should she allow it, the sand would gently and slowly envelop her body completely with the exception of her head. Once in the sand, a similar throne to Alice's would form under Keiko and calmly pull her to the railing to his side. He would also make sure to carry a blanket that had previously been left next to the cots back to him. Regardless of whether or not Keiko would allow the sand to carry her, Ryuuchi would still take the blanket and throw it over her body to keep her warm. It was easy for him to see that the woman was in far worse condition out of the two and her already pale completion wasn't helping the matter of evaluating her condition. Yet, it was obvious she was still running a fever, he only needed to be certain. Ryuuchi would calmly approach Keiko and move the back of his hand toward her forehead "Excuse me." he said with a trained smile as he attempted to touch her forehead. Edited by Ran, Dec 30 2015, 02:38 PM.
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| Fudo Saiken | Dec 29 2015, 09:33 PM Post #38 | |||||
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I'm A Queen
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Having made it to the sandy beach Fudo was intent on moving from his crew. Djazz appeared to have quite bit of speed amount him and doing anything rash would lead to Fudo endangering his crew. So one upon the sand, the big cat zoan would take his opportunity to release his restraints. Though he was a fair bit weaker than most would expect, he was still capable of accomplishing great feats of strength and skill. Fighting against an opponent of Djazz's caliber only further implied that Fudo would have to perform at his current peak, no matter how dangerous to his own health that may be. While having to perform at a high level, the Beast Blood Pirate captain couldn't just toss caution to the wind. In fact, he would still have to treat the bout as one that was still suspect. Forming a a modified martial arts stance, Fudo held out a clawed hand half a foot from his chest, and a fist held more tightly to the side of his cheek. Turning his hips so that the left side of his pelvis jutted out more closely to his opponent, Fudo held a solid stance and posture. Focusing his observation haki he waited for DJazz to prepare to strike. Fudo would perceive the swing with his observation haki, and though he felt obliged to answer the attack with one that was even larger, he instead chose to stand his ground. The premonition he received was one of him being stuck by a shock wave, gauging it's size from the quick premonition he would simply respond with his own. While focused he could see Djazz would trail behind his own attack, so, the big cat zoan would use his conquerors haki to reduce the speed of Djazz, and hopefully keep the combat contained. Djazz would swing his darkened blade toward the big cat zoan, creating a shock wave and small dust tornado. The attack was precise, and aimed directly for Fudo. As the small tornado approached, Fudo throw a jab with his right hand and create his own shock wave to counter the swordsman's. As the attacks would clash, he would stand his ground, using his conquerors haki. And wait to see what Djazz would do. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Incandescence | Dec 30 2015, 02:41 PM Post #39 | |||||
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Keiko was lying in the cot. Alice had taken a stroll with the doctor, so she found no need to be awake. It had only been a few minutes with her eyes shut and she already met a disturbance. She felt a warm hand touch her forehead. Words were being ushered towards her, but they only registered as a threat. Her eyes opened and like a bolt of lightning she struck his hand. She did not harm him, but rather pushed him away. Her eyes were trained on him, "Please, back up doctor. I'm looking for something...it will make me better." Her hot face was making her groggy as sweat was pouring from her temple. Her dialed eyes shot a look at Kuro that made him kick at the ground and whistle. The black rabbit knew what she was looking for, but they did cause problems. "Please, Kuro I ned them. You know I'll die without them because of their curse." Kuro nodded shyly licking his chops while he thought about the situation. Keiko opened her hands motioning the rabbit to give them to her. The rabbit gurgled, "ahhhh," meaning, but the voices... Keiko closed her eyes slowly, I can only accept it. Keiko's thoughts broke when she heard the clatters coming from the outside. Only the battle cries of gods could break her concentration. She shook her head and scratched her ears that tickled from the sweat. When she looked back she noticed that Kuro was dragging something from behind one of the cots to her side. She tried to focus on it because it was distorted but was looking like a box of some sort with splinters and planks sticking out. She swallowed with fluttering lashes unable to believe her eyes. It appeared to be a poor attempt of a coffin. She could smell something sweet from the inside with amber like syrup dripping from it. Kuro's face was both sad and proud with both droopy eyes and a slight smile. Her eyes flickered when the black rabbit bent down to the ebony casket slashed with claw marks. There was a strange click of the tree sap being lifted. It appeared that Kuro had made this coffin very wide and long. The sound of the coffin awakening was like a sinking ship which alluded to her of its heavy weight. It was about two feet taller than her and when he opened it was like looking at a small row boat filled with glinting treasure. Even in the darkness, the two twin swords could not be mistaken. At the very sight of the Nodachi's her heart stopped beating like a fast drum. Instant relief swept over her and she was a lot calmer. Her white Nodachi Nirvana and Hellbound her black Nodachi were glowing intensely. Nirvana was shining a bright blue and hellbound a devious red. To everyone else they were just swords but to her they were much more than that they have sharp personalities. Her breathing became easier and though she could barely move she was happy. "Thank you Kuro. Thank you, Doctor. I will be better in a couple of hours with some rest before I can go hunting." The coffin was just like father used to make or, at least, a good imitation. She remembered him helping out the visitors of drumb island when people fall ill caskets are made immediately, but, fortunately, they were not used in a long time with the help of good doctors. The tree sap was mostly crystalized on the inside, except the sap on the inner lid had dripped down into crystalized spikes. It was a good thing that the inner lid was made higher than it should be. She figured that she could fix it with a bit of hard work. Keiko had no intention for dismembering the coffin when it would be so useful to her. There were thick vines tied in on the back with big leaves trailing down. It was odd to see vines in loops on the back. Why were they there? Then it became quite obvious to her. The vines were not vines at all to Kuro, but straps. Kuro's smile grew widely as he traced Keiko's gaze. The two laughed in their own private joke. Keiko found it silly, but also quite genius of the black rabbit. Perhaps, others will think twice now before downplaying his intelligence. Keiko made several hand gestures and the rabbit moved to her every command. He picked Keiko up and placed her inside the coffin and closed the lid so she could sleep. It was bit sticky inside, but above all was comfortable. The rabbit had made enough mistakes for plenty of air, but the unorthodox design kept out the light. Her two Nodachi's worked as a light source for the zoan. She traced the tree sap spikes with her fingertips. The crystalized sap had such a strange natural pattern that she thought to put it to good use managing to lock her twin Nodachi's on the lid within. Keiko took a deep breath of fresh air with her mind crawling towards slumber. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Dec 30 2015, 04:25 PM Post #40 | |||||
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Djazz's own observational haki was keen enough to immediately pick up on the man's intention to stand his ground instead of dodge one way or the other. Instead he was choosing a more volatile approach of 'fight fire with fire' by blasting his sand whirlwind with an attack of his own. This fit comfortably with the character profile of this 'Fudo' guy so far. He was after all one part bravado and one part ego so it made sense that he would rather hold his ground in an attempt to prove some matter of dominance. In a normal fight this guy would be fairly easy to pick apart; the narcissistic types were easy to keep track of, at least as far as their level of predictability. Even Izuru, with all of his Ice powers, was more apt to handle problems with a fist fight. So instead of catching his opponent off guard, Djazz rounded his approach to avoid the incoming counter attack. As the two shockwaves clashed into one another the result was an 'explosion' of sorts in which the sand on the beach burst out in all directions making a plume of sand and dust that for many moments lowered visibility to nil. It was only then that he felt the crushing weight rush over his person. Oddly, this wave that came over him was somewhat familiar. Had he never felt it before, he would have assumed it the devil craft of some sort of fruit eaters ability. But in this instance, he recognized it as the oppressive will of another person in the form of... "King's Haki?" he said softly out loud to himself, somewhat surprised. Not only did this guy have King's haki, but was willing to use it in a situation that was more or less a glorified spar! Did he respect Djazz's abilities so much after not even know who he was to feel as though it was necessary to hit him with such an ability? He had benefited from this ability before when the marine Gin used it to fell an entire small army of men without as much as raising a finger, however this would be the first time he had been influenced by it himself. While he felt physically lethargic, he didn't feel weaker, nor more sickly, nor was his perception dulled. As he scanned his mind and body to get used to this odd feeling he felt comforted in the fact that he could continue fighting. Djazz also realized that if the man had King's haki then he most likely had at least basic access to the other forms of haki as well. No wonder he decided to stand his ground; he had most likely already read at least to a small degree his intention to catch him off guard. From here a covert attack would be less useful thanks to his true intentions being difficult to hide. Luckily the maneuver had at least closed distance. Lunging forward through the dust and sand shroud, Djazz slashed out with his sword once again, his blade still reverse gripped. No doubt the man would have had a chance to block it, especially with the observational haki to clue him in, "Hey now, King's Haki? No wonder with a rare ability like that you're a wanted man. So that's what it takes to be worth 200mil huh?" He said out loud, acknowledging what some would find to be a handicap, or rather, advantage of Fudo's. Either way, he didn't have any reason to go 'all out'. While the dust was still settling it wasn't like the marines would be able to see much of the fighting going on anyway... and he did want a good show right? Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Fudo Saiken | Dec 30 2015, 04:56 PM Post #41 | |||||
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Crashing against one another, the two shock waves burst spectacularly. Though neither were incredibly powerful, the clash did leave a sizable crater in the sandy beach as well as kick up a large amount of sand in the form of a cloud. With his already poor natural vision further impaired by the sand cloud. Fudo would be using his observational haki abilities as a crutch. Focusing intently on the swordsman he was engaging the martial artist was still trying to get a grasp on his opponent. This early on in their bout Fudo couldn't get much of a grasp on the man. Djazz, if he were the calculating type, would surely be sizing up Fudo currently. With his Conquerors haki successfully hampering Djazz speed, the big cat zoan would use the swift plunge in speed to his advantage. Perceiving a slash coming his way from the swordsman, Fudo would turn to the man. Seeing only but a faint shadow of the man approaching, Fudo shut his eye. Fully focusing with his haki, the big cat zoan fully extended his body and right arm. Aiming to deliver his right fist into the mans torso, Fudo hoped to strike the man with enough force to deliver some decent damage. At most he hoped he could strike the mans abdomen, as the abdominal section contributed much to a fighters power in melee combat. The big cat zoan however did not outright dodge the attack, he only moved enough to make Djazz's strike much harder to hit. Since he fully extended himself to his right side, he just reduced the area that was intended to be hit. Hearing Djazz speak, Fudo caught some of the supposed surprise that Djazz had experienced. Fudo though that this was nothing more than the swordsman puffing the big cat zoan up. But Fudo did not mind it. Since he had extinguished the flames of the marines across the island with Wave, Godric, and Tatsuo, there was no one around to really acknowledge his feat of mastery over the ability. In fact, no one on his crew besides those who were present with him on the beach likely knew. "You know about it huh? So far no one has survived a fight where I've had to use it!!" Fudo was of course over exaggerating, but if her were to sell himself as a huge force to the marines then some puffing on his behalf would also be needed. In fact, since he was going to do his best to show off he might as well talk big as well. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Dec 30 2015, 05:17 PM Post #42 | |||||
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The man preferred to attack than to defend, allowing Djazz a last minute adjustment to the trajectory of his vertical slash to bring the blade down upon the metal exterior of the knuckle duster itself thus acting as a defense as opposed to an offense. Not to mention that he wasn't exactly trying to hit him quite yet anyway. The result, in any case, was a clash of metal that could be heard like the high pitched ringing of the bell as the dust finally settled. It was an opportunity for Djazz to weight his strength against that of his opponents. The first impression was that physically Fudo was less than Djazz's equal in terms of strength as to match his attack he needed only use a fraction more than half of his full capacity. It wasn't likely that a man who had just used King's Haki would bother holding back now would it? Though finally, the dust had settled enough that the both of them could see, as could any spies watching. Breaking the clash, Djazz slid back a mere couple of feet to create the range necessary to keep the would me martial artist just out of arms length before slashing once again; a horizontal attack with the reverse gripped blade from right to left. Given the nature of his brass knuckles, a block without threat of damage would require he strike the sword square with his knuckles; and to defend an attack across the body would require him to have his opposite hand come to act as a blocking punch. While Djazz enjoyed the thrill of a good spar, glorified as it might have been, he began to contemplate what it would mean for him to 'throw the fight'. How could me make such a thing convincing? Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Fudo Saiken | Dec 30 2015, 05:38 PM Post #43 | |||||
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Shifting the blade ever so slightly, the golden knuckle dusters of Fudo and the man clashed and made a loud clinging noise that echoed throughout the air. The force driven down by the blade was enough to cause Fudo's arm to swing back a little. This was a sign that the swordsman had incredible strength, strength that topped Fudo's own currently. However this would not phase the zoan. As he was considerably injured he didn't let his shortcomings influence his outlook on battle. In fact, if his shortcoming had influenced his at all, he'd be dead and gone years prior to even stepping foot in a dojo. His fears and weakness were always churned and beaten and converted to power and will to continue forth and succeed. Even if the swordsman were ever stronger, he wouldn't back down or away. Perhaps those who had faced the now infamous pirate had perceived his head strong and bolsters attitude as pure ego, but in fact the ancient zoan continued on because he intended to be the very best that ever lived; the most famous of them all. Sliding back a bit, the zoan kept his eye shut as he honed his haki on his opponent. Sliding back a few feet the zoan could feel the sand settling around him. The clash was nothing more than an average one, and though he came out looking a bit weak, at least to himself, he wanted to provide an experience that spoke volumes of his strength and who he was. AS the sand fell, light pitter patters of the grains striking his leather garments and the dunes below entered his ears. He focused on Djazz and felt as though the fight would need to get as wild as possible for the man to meet a respectable 'end'. So Fudo would loosen a bit more of the restraint he had placed upon himself in the hoped of providing an interesting fight. A fight that would be a show to all those who were watching both near and far. Having slid back, the zoan began dashing at full speed towards the swordsman. Armoring up his arms in haki, the ancient zoan would approach his opponent and begin delivering a flurry of strikes at Djazz once the man was in range. The zoan would continue dashing at the swordsman while he thre the flurry of clawed strikes at him. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Dec 30 2015, 07:17 PM Post #44 | |||||
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Raising an eye brow it seemed as the man didn't intend on blocking at all, but rather, was intending on continuing with full frontal attack? Just by continuing the momentum of his current swing he could have connected, as a mere step back wasn't enough to completely evade his sword swing at this range. Djazz squared this kind of tenacity to perhaps a lack of experience, or maybe he was just unaware as to how to fight a proper swordsman, either way, instead of demandingly punishing the lack of proper defensive maneuver, Djazz immediately took a more defensive stance as he proceeded with a fury of attacks, one after the other. They were admittedly difficult to predict with haki alone based on the wild and almost senseless manner in which he attacked, and Djazz quickly recognized the black coating of his fists to be the use of armament haki. Hands withdrawn he did his best to defend against the many attacks by allowing the metal guard of the 'knuckle dusters' to clash with the reverse edge of his blade. However, whatever he was unable to block hit him square in many of his extremities. Anyone watching the fight would watch him connect time and again his his arms, shoulders, hands, and even the occasional body shot; however Djazz made sure that not a single one of his attacks clashed with his face or head. Either way, it seemed as tough as his opponent attacked him, that Djazz himself didn't as much as flinch from one of the many blows that struck him... He was able to hold is ground, only pushed back slightly by the loose ground giving under neath his foothold. Perhaps it was that the 'gatling' style attack traded speed for power and technique for wild, desperate punches that the mans attacks were near negligible in terms of the damage that it could do. Was it really that the minority of attacks that struck him did so little damage that he could shrug them off so easily? No, of course not. He wasn't just punching but barring his claws in such a way that they would slice, tear and cut into mere flesh. Even a single blow should have been able to cut skin. But if one were looking closely enough, they could see the slight smirk upon Djazz's face. Raising his blade forcefully he broke the gatling assault to expose that his own skin, up to his neck, had been clad in the same opaque black exterior as his opponent. While Fudo might have had the ability to utilize King's Haki, Djazz had spent much of his time improving and advancing his ability to utilize armament haki. If his sword was to be his ultimate weapon, then his body will would be the ultimate shield. He had been so far successful, and for the most part able to avoid but the slightest of damage from the oncoming attack. He had thought to attack immediately, which he would have, but it was then that Djazz hesitated to counter attack. He was slightly disappointed that perhaps this 'Fudo' individual wasn't as strong as his number suggested. He wasn't foolish enough to believe that bounty were definitive indicators of a man's strength, but when compared to Izuru so far Fudo was, well... underwhelming. The slightest bit of regret came to his mind as he thought that he didn't want to 'go out like a chump' as it were. If he was really going to lose, and 'die' as he was now, wouldn't he want to be 'killed' by someone that was more worthy than what Fudo had shown him so far? These thoughts were fleeting, but still began to mount a defense in his mind. Jumping backwards, Djazz turned away from Fudo. Gripping his blade, he turned it in his hand. Meanwhile his Haki was still focused on Fudo. "Hmm... you seem to be uninspired. I understand. It is hard to get into something feels more like a spar than a true battle for ones life." Raising his blade he prepared an attack, "Perhaps a little motivation will help get that 'beast blood' boiling a bit, hmm?" He said before ripping the sword down, generating a shockwave at an instant that was many times greater than the size of the slash itself. It seemed almost overwhelming that a blade alone would be able to create such a force, "Fierce... Deity" he said, as the projectile capable of cutting into the ship that Fudo's crew was presently on and rendering it unsailable. He would be unable to just attack Djazz again in a direct manner. He would either have to hope his crew was attentive enough to notice the threat, or take some serious defensive maneuvers to stop it himself. Djazz was now testing his man in a different way. Spoiler: click to toggle
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Advancing towards his opponent while firing off a flurry of strikes, the seasoned martial artist didn't hesitate despite Djazz's blade being raised. Why would the captain place himself in such danger? Why would a man as himself ignore blows so blatantly directed at him? Fudo was testing the resolve of the person he was combating. The big cat zoan was not unaware of being struck, he wasn't unaware of a blade flying at him, he was determining the intention and will power of the man before him. Djazz would not capitalize on the opening Fudo's attack presented, so to the beast this indicated a lack of desire to attack and deal any real damage. As his hips and and abdomen twisted with the throwing of his haki coated zoan claws, Djazz maneuvered his blade to defend himself. Pressing forward with his attack, the zoan's wide toothy grin diminished and became nothing more than a slightly upturned version of a calm resting smile. Fudo was loosing enjoyment in the bout at an increasing rate, with no attacks being thrust as him worth notice, the zoan felt that he was simply carrying the man along in the facade rather than building it up. Anyone watching this could tell this is fucking bullshit. Regardless of this being a show rather than a true fight, you shouldn't be holding back this much, are you looking down on me? Could you even let go of yourself in this moment? Why can't you fucking just fight me; spar with me like a fucking man! Show me who what kind of man is apart of a shichibukai crew! Djazz had made it clear to the Beast Blood Pirate captain that the fight was going to be intentionally soft, more like a childish play fight than a spar. Unfortunately, before he presented himself to be more than a simple intruder, he did not make it clear that he came aboard the ship to try Fudo's patience and fight as soft as humanly possible. It was one thing to play off a fight as a spar, it was another to completely forgo dealing damage or completing a blow or taking opportunity when it was presented. Fudo was sizing up Djazz, but all Djazz was showing was a terribly obvious lack of care or effort. Fudo's face would change in expression along with his diminished grin. Reopening his recently closed left eye, the martial artist tightened his brow as he pushed forward. Staring at Djazz's turned blade and defensive stance, just fueled his strikes as he delivered them. Fudo was aiming for realism, and despite this being a spar, all of his punches were thrown with the intent to strike. They were not thrown with the intent to kill, but thrown with the intent to hit their intended target. If you won't lead, then fine, be the bitch in this dance, take the beating as it comes to you; however one sided it will be. Djazz blocked however many claw strikes as he could, as the blows reached him. Fudo's sharpened claws being adorned by the the black shell of armament would add to the cutting power of his strikes. Considering the claws had a layer of dark haki coating them, the points of his nails had a bit more resiliency to hardened materials, like the blade that Djazz was using. If Djazz were a devil fruit user, he'd also succumb to the effects of being struck with such material. Sadly Djazz, didn't so much as moan as the blows struck him, perhaps the lack of reaction spoke of Djazz's toughness. Perhaps he had no reason to react in this current situation, but, whatever the case, he didn't appear to be a devil fruit user. What Fudo was trading in raw power was the ability to cut into an opponent and potentially cause a deep wound in them. In the moment Fudo was focusing on the lack of action taken by the man while waiting for Djazz's answer; if Djazz was even going to do so. The big cat zoan was loosing interest in the bout and beginning to thing Djazz was nothing more than a chump. Glaring into his opponents face as he advanced, the ancient zoan was slowly pushing Djazz back with every blow. The martial artists acknowledged the assist in the gaining of ground made by the sand upon the beach. With his clawed hands flailing and flying about as he pushed into Djazz's guard, some golden grains of sand would be flying as well. As his claws slashed and dug into the layers of Djazz's clothing as well as himself, Fudo trained his eye on the mug of Djazz. A bit of smugness exuded from the mans face, which caused Fudo to take notice. However, the smugness was slight and regardless Fudo decided to simply press onward until something changed. Grin all you want swordsman, but you are the one who is getting hurt. You are getting marked up right now while I haven't even been hit. Thankfully there was a pleasant surprise with Djazz lifting his blade and separating himself from the blows he was receiving. Lifting his blade up he managed to catch Fudo's claws and halt the strikes. Fudo was even more pleasantly surprised to be shown Djazz's true reason to take the blows. Revealing his supernaturally darkened skin, Djazz revealed that he was also a haki user. Quite a nice reveal although in all truthfulness, the big cat zoan expected at least that much from someone who was supposed to be from an illustrious crew. Fudo himself had seen some very accomplished haki users in his time traveling the grand line, so it's appearance in his opponent was nothing to be really surprised of. While Djazz was capable of performing feats such as coating his body in haki, it was apparent to Fudo that his King's haki was still effecting the swordsman. With slowed movements, a shell would only dampen the blow for a period of time. Old trick, new dog. You can harden yourself as much as you want Djazz. But it won't matter in the long run, if we get there. "No matter how long it takes, a flowing river will always soften the edges of a stone. I'm sure you know that." Fudo commented on Djazz's reveal. To Fudo the man appeared to try and show off how unique he was. But Fudo being wise to haki and it's versatility was more or less unimpressed by the showing. Fudo even felt like commenting on the commonality of haki in the grand line, but he decided to not do so. OF course it appeared Djazz was indeed making this fight more intriguing to those watching, so Fudo's comment about the river was an attempt to match the implied epicness of the haki reveal. I wonder if what Djazz jsut did threw anyone for a loop? Maybe to them it makes up for him withdrawing his blade earlier. Maybe to others, but not me. He needs to try more. His face didn't change much in expressing aside from a sharpened grin. Though only Djazz had a clear view of it. Fudo had though that the bout was going in a more positive direction at this point. That was until Djazz had jumped and turned away from the ancient zoan. In a bout such as this, or even in normal human conversation. Turning away from someone would be considered disrespectful; a sign of doubt or turning from conflict. The sudden switch in demeanor only called more attention to the thoughts of Djazz not believing Fudo was a worthy opponent, sure he was in a weakened state. But however weak he was, he wasn't a pushover. Nor was there any nearby option that Djazz could take. Fudo's nostrils and brows twitched as he though of Djazz looking down on him in the bout. It caused him top become a bit enraged by the display made by Djazz. Turning away? Really? Have I become so fucking weak these past few months that I can't even be considered a worthy opponent? Has my body realy degraded so far that I'm not even fit for participating in a spar like this? Really? I can't even fucking...am I this fucking worthless right now, or is this guy just a fucking asshole. Who the fuck turns around in the middle of a fight like this? I can't let someone make me look bad like this, I can't let myself slip up for the rest of this fight. Regardless of how poor I'm doing, I'm a man with a two hundred million beli bounty, I have to fight like it.Turning away at such a point didn't even fall in line with the narrative of the fight. At least not to the beast. Having witness dramatized plays and bouts home, and being the apart of the martial arts system from such a young age, he was well aware of body language; especially while in combat. Perhaps the uneventful and predetermined nature of the fight was also holding Fudo back as well. Djazz with his back turned would speak, Fudo unsure of how yet to react simply returned to a resting combative pose. Drawing his hands back to their original position, one fist and one claw would be drawn close to his body. Once he drew his arms to his body in a fighting position, he would then began bouncing in place, much like a traditional boxer. Listening to the swordsman speak, Fudo focused his haki, perceiving an attack. The attack he perceived a premonition of was a large shock wave, one that was not directed at him, but to those that were apart of his crew. A sense of urgency filled the the mind of the captain as he felt as though he should properly act, in fact, he was prompted by the uncertainly of the situation. Djazz would turn and begin to slash his blade through the salty air. Fudo would cease the use of his haki, and would hastily draw his left claw to his right arm, igniting it. With the ignited limb raised from the striking of the two limbs, Fudo would continue the motion into a short uppercut which would create a shock wave imbued with the properties of fire. Hopeful that his attack would be enough to halt the one thrown by Djazz, the two attacks would indeed clash and explode in air. The two shock waves would fuel the flames that were created by the Beast Blood Pirate captain. A heated fiery blast of fire and air shook the unstable sandy earth below, Fudo would have successfully defended his crew from the attack. Djazz appeared to be trying to test Fudo further, sadly the potential onlookers being those other that his crew prompted him to act further. If marines were indeed watching the fight then Djazz's credibility would be on the line if Fudo merely acted as though the attack was not life threatening to his crew. At least, that is what the big cat zoan was thinking as he threw his own shock wave at the swordsman's. Without much hesitation the devil fruit gifted martial artist drew his fire imbued right limb back, and would then fire off another shock wave that was slightly weaker. "So you think you can prey upon my crew? I thought you weren't going to spread you focus to thin, and focus on me first. Keep your eyes on your opponent!!!" The big cat zoan was showing a hint of realism in his comment as he spoke in a booming voice. Shortly after yelling at Djazz, he'd reform his stance, and wait for a response from Djazz. He'd better not pull this shit any longer. I want to see what he is... "Stop with the fucking bullshit, this is a fight, a fight to the fucking death! If you are going to attack my crew, then I will just have all of us come down on you right now you Marine loving fuck! Fight me like a man, and show me what you have to show, stop playing these fucking games! Fight me like your life depends on it!" Spoiler: click to toggle
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