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| ♥ Singularity | Jul 5 2016, 12:43 PM Post #106 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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As balls of slime showered down from the heavens the martial artist met them with the back of his hands, slapping them away with circular motions to minimise the damage suffered. Granted the backs of his hands were going to an angry red to patched with open sores but xavros could tell it was a long way from being enough to put someone like that out of commission. Swinging a fist into an uppercut a column of bricks rose from the earth, a series of knife hand strikes directing them as they flew towards the currently suspended clown. Well that was no good, no good at all, he didn’t have much in the way of manoeuvrability in mid air but he also didn’t much like the thought of taking several bricks to the face. And with their speed and trajectory there was no way he could make use of his chains in time before they struck him. With no alternative recourse he drew the blades at his back, slashing at the projectiles as they struck him, but each one flew with the weight off a small dumbbell behind it, Just striking it off course felts as though it were enough to fracture his wrist. The clang of rock on metal resounded as xavros was pinged through the air by every impact, taking everything he had just to put his blades in the path of them. His whole body spun with each blow, having to rapidly reorient himself just to get a knife in the way of the next, descending between each before swinging round to land skidding on the dirt. But the problem with letting your body move as your opponent dictates is that you become predictable, just as he had. In quick succession three bricks flew at him, the first met by his guard which was blown open as he stumbled backward from the impact only to receive too more into the gut with such force he burbled blood as every last trace of wind within him gushed out. |
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| ♥ Dusk | Jul 5 2016, 12:51 PM Post #107 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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With a fiendish cackle emitting from the man's voice, the gingerbread man reared his head back before his throat gargle the liquid, devouring him completely in a swirl of quickly hardening gloop. Once again attempting to dart towards the being, Clarabell found that her ankles would be grabbed by two men, lunging straight for her. Falling forwards,s he stretched her arms up and using her own strength, threw her legs up into the air from behind her, flinging the devout up with her before slapping both legs to each other. Dull thuds ensued from the action as their heads conked one another, forcing them to loosen their grips and slam onto the floor. Heaving the rest of her form off of the ground with fierce kicks into the air, the clown captain retrieved her form. Only now she was too late. Much to her horror, the mass of light brown began to shift as the machine, with both a cough and a splutter, finished with a dollop. Before her was a towering pile, the comically reminded her of dung. With a snicker, she found that if this was his new form, then she wouldn't have much to worry about. Despite her thoughts though, the shape began to shudder and rise, the outer shell of the dung heap beginning to fall away as Fargo's new form began to rise. The dollop for a head remained, the small whisp at the top flapped slightly like hair. "Fahahahaha! How do you like my Crumble Cake, clown?" he asked, peaking down beneath his form to look down at his opponent, hungry of the look of despair that would be present across her face. With a sneering grin, he saw as her face was turned towards the ground, her face hidden in shadows and her entire body quivering. "This, dear girl, is what happens when you attempt to cross paths with the future. Heaven himself!" he praised, raising a hand towards the sun, his massive hand blotting it out. He slowly began to rear it back, forming a fist with his massive hand before holding the form for a moment. "Do surrender yourself to the name of Bright-Eyes? Your journey needn't end here on this island. We can always use someone with your talents, your ability for explosives and inventions could help in the war effort, Salvation could use you," he explained, attempting to add kindness to his tone of voice, mixed with the usual sound of anger, it sounded somewhat estranged and came out as more of a sigh. Her face rolling back to her shoulders, her entire back arched as her right hand went straight for her stomach while the other gripped the side of her head, a hideous expression plastered across her face as tears streamed along the side of her face. "CA~ Ha ~ Ha ~ Ha ~ Ha ~" she abruptly laughed, her face quickly becoming flushed before her body hit the ground behind her, both arms wrapped around her stomach as she rolled violently along the ground, both legs raised and kicking at the ground. As she thrusted her knees and shoulders upwards, she was able to flip her body around to pound her fists into the ground, both feet waggling about in the air as well. The soles of her feet began to expel air as she pushed herself forwards through the air, in time to avoid the incoming punch of the Gingerbread man. Skidding against the ground, she managed to turn herself around and right her form once again, this time properly facing her opponent. Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, she gazed upon his massive form, crossing her arms as she did so. Fargo had taken on a form that had over tripled his original height. Looming with a lofty height of twenty seven feet, he was easily the most noticeable man about. His head remained a circular dollop, giving him a round face which didn't match the angry faces he always made. Connecting to his body, without so much as a neck, the face glared down at her. His body, despite having cracked through the surface of the dung pile, hadn't changed at all, only having founded along the bottom to compensate for his legs. Both his arms and legs had the same cracked pattern he originally had and each movement caused small bits of biscuit to come crumbling down. "I take it back, you'll do better as a pancake, get ready!" he roared, firing another punch down towards the earth, the streets themselves cracking as he did so, only to find that clara had appeared somewhere else, having used her speed to dart away, waving away at him. It was her turn to be chased. |
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| Onion | Jul 5 2016, 12:52 PM Post #108 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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A crumble in the wall from the outside of the building lead to the red haired crane flying through the eventual hole in the wall. It's body was moving as if it had went head first through the wall, wings closed as the Lion man stood on the other side of the hole. "Just thought I'd return the hospitality Erlich. No hard feelings." With that said, the teen turned just in time to see the scaly fist of the tiger shark come swinging at his head. It took a second to dodge it, but a second late and the teen would have found two holes in that wall. The Tiger shark was quick, he instantly attacked the Nemean with a barrage of punches and kicks in a form of martial arts. It wasn't until he tried to chop down on Godric's head that he realized what type of fighting style this was. "Karate huh? Were does a chef find the time I wonder." He said in a mocking tone, avoiding another of the Tiger Shark's strikes."This world is full of surprises kid, I'd think a man of your bounty size would have known this by now." Godric hesitated for a moment, costing him a good punch to the face from the tiger shark. But at the same time the Tiger was pushed back, for in that hesitant moment, the teen was able to get close to the fishman when he struck. Opening his palm, the teen struck the abdominal region of the tiger shark, stabbing him with the claws of the Nemean in the process of the attack. The Tiger shark found himself being not only pushed back but pierced as well, leaking blood from 5 holes in his stomach. "Curious, a second ago you didn't know about me, now you know about my bounty?" The tiger licked his wounds and smiled, "It's simple really. Erlich told us about the guy sticking it to his sister, told us his name too. Godric G. Fist. Notorious family name, but the first was unfamiliar. Still, it made us look into it. 79 mil, not bad kid but last we heard you were with that big cat Fudo and his gang. Thought we had them tied around our finger but I guess you didn't get the memo huh kid." Godric sighed, "Well my reputation proceeds me. We gonna talk or fight? Pick one or the other guy, I don't have all day." With that the teen glanced at a sparkle from the corner of his eyes, then soon saw the shin of his beak in the light of the sun. "Don't mind me, I forgot something!" Erlich yelled as he suicide bombed the Nemean with his beak pointed straight out. Godric caught the full force of the attack, holding the beak before it hit his stomach but still being pushed back by it. These guys were becoming a pain in the ass. Godric's Tech
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| ♥ Dusk | Jul 5 2016, 01:05 PM Post #109 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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With Crumble Cake the Dungman chasing after her, Clarabell was able to take a lot of notes on the way he moved. Buildings were destroyed as his form smashed through them, allowing him to make his way, albeit begrudgingly slowly, towards wherever she wanted. She also took into account that his height allowed him to see where she was going no matter where she went, which left the possibility of shaking him as a pipe dream. That wasn't to say that she wasn't enjoying the experience of watching this large turd shaped man chase after her in a mad, ravenous fashion to be wildly entertaining. As a fist came pummelling down towards her, she shot through a side street, entering a new lane, only to feel the subsequent tremors of the ballistic blow. Letting loose a crazed laugh of excitement, she threw both her fists up into the air as she did so before continuing her run. "Run~ Run~ As fast as you can~ You'll never catch me~ You're just a Gingerbreadman~!" she sang, to which the man gave another roar. "That's not even original! I hear that every damn time!" he retorted. Clara continued laugh until she noticed the large wall that marked the Oven from the rest of the Pans. Gulping to herself, she heard the deep chuckle of the man behind her. No doubt he had came to the same conclusion as she had, she was about to become trapped. Without wasting energy on his punches, Fargo simply took him time, figuring that he can take her out at his leisure. As she neared the wall though, Clara bounded off of the ground, the air from her shoes assisting in her rise. She hopped onto a ledge, kicking off of it and then again onto another ledge before arriving at the roof. There she quickly hurled two of her explosives, spinning them through the air as she watched them blast against the man's chest. The biscuit cracked and crumbled, but didn't do all that much in terms of damage. "I hate to tell you, I'm not going down that easy," he roared before something lit up in his eyes. "Say your prayers, Harlequeen!" he roared before throwing an underhanded punch. "Crumbling Cascade" he announced, the punch smashing across the building he was closest to, blowing it apart in the one fell swoop. the pieces of debris broke off and flew as if they were fired from an enormous cannon, like they just were. Akin to a shotgun, they cascaded odd to either side. Clara ducked and tumbled under one but found herself caught in another, sending her off flying before she crashed into the wall. She immediately began to scream, blood rocketing from her gullet, one eye closing shut as the other fluttered, her head having been hit hard. Fargo cackled himself, attempting to mimic the clown's soft laughter. He only stopped when he noticed she had her arm out stretched. With a twitching half-smile, Clara pressed down on a detonator, the option feature to any explosion. By the man's feet, the Clarabomb: Clap, detonated, the force miniscule and did next to nothing. Tilting his head, he noticed it was sitting a top of an odd looking, "Seashell? What?" he asked before his face was drenched in a massive torrent of water. |
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| Onion | Jul 5 2016, 01:51 PM Post #110 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"God Damit! Get Off Me!!" The teens yells echoed through the hall he was now trapped in thanks to the Crane Man pushing him out of the room he had been fighting in. The large Nemean was now trapped in a small hall way, fighting guys on both sides and with little room for him to do much. Oh how he wanted to destroy these walls and create an open space for him, if it wasn't for the fact that he doubted he'd survive a building falling on him, he'd do it. Still, if they kept on smashing that choice would be made for him. The shark stood behind him, shoulder and stomach bleeding, panting a bit hard. The Crane was in front of him, blocking the way back into the room he was in but that didn't matter much at this point. "You're like a cornered rat now Godric. You ready to end this Dexter?" "As ready as I'll ever be." "You boys are singing one cocky ass song right now. Got something up your sleeve? Bring it then" The teen knew they were bound to make a mistake, one he had no idea what kind of attack they would unleash. Erlich's attack seemed to be the right move as he soon started flapping his massive wings inside this small space. He began to twirl the wind around rapidly, soon forming what looked like miniature twisters under each wing. Godric squinted his eyes, the wind was making it hard to see. He soon found the Tiger Shark was not to be left unnoticed. The chef wrapped his massive arms around Godric's Nemean body, locking the teen in a strong bear hug. It was then when the twisters were set free, bouncing around the walls of the hallways and rushing towards the Nemean and his captive. "Hey buddy, this isn't a good look. Guy on guy from behind and all. Might wanna let me go." The teen dug his claws into the Fishman's gut, this time more near the ribs than anywhere else. He started twisting and grinding his claws against bone inside the Fishman's body until finally his grip loosened and the teen turned the Fishman around letting the twisters hit him instead. This backfired as the twisters soon pushed not only the fishman but the Nemean down and out of the building, landing into the middle of the street. The Fishman seemed passed out on Godric's back, drooling from a knock out blow. "Jesus Erlich, you should have fought me full force earlier, I would have had more fun." he said smiling a big smile as he looked up to see the Crane soaring above him. |
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| ♥ Dusk | Jul 5 2016, 01:52 PM Post #111 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The ensuing string of words the Fargo Light attempted to utter were marred by the constant barrage of water that smashed against his dollop head. The water blew the small resemblance of hair from off of his body, the piece sliding down along his back. As he came to his senses, he raised his arms in front of him, but they too began to become wet and fall away, forming disgusting slumps of wet biscuit. The exact type that no one enjoys. With a cry of anguish, he began to fall backwards, tripping over debris that he had created through his massive punch. Falling to his back, he watched as the water soon died down, but not before drenching his entire front. With a roar, his head fell away. His body, which only looks even more like a pile of dung, began to shudder, the front of it where his chest had been shuddered as a face formed through it, the wet clumps making it appear that he too was crying. With a choked cry, his massive eyes turned towards the opposing captain, who hopped from rooftop to rooftop to get to where he was before leaping down, turning off the Water dial as it sputtered out a small arc of water. She approached the side of the man, finding a lamp post to leap atop of. Crouching down from her perch, she rested her elbows along her skirt, her chin in her hands. "Fights over then?" she asked, her eyes peering down, holding a certain intensity that showed that she was raring to go. With a grunt, the massive mound gave a slow nod. With a nod of her own, she began to vomit out blood that threw itself into the air and fell down onto the ground with a disgusting slosh. Her expression fell as her body teetered, her eye twitching and her head lolled about too much for her own liking. |
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| ♥ Singularity | Jul 5 2016, 01:55 PM Post #112 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Trying to catch his bearings xavros had barely raised his gaze when the large figure was before him once more, twisting his body into a twirl as he finally manage to evade once of the blows coming for him, the pirouette continuing as he put a little distance between the pair of them catching his breath once more. ”Whoooo boy, xavros didn’t expect that, not that at all. You really are surprisingly fast. But you know what they say, the best way to learn is with your body, and xavros’s body has learned all your trickses” while it probably was an oversimplification of his opponent to suggest such a feat, the parade of blows he’d sustained had given him a reasonable idea of the man’s general strength and speed, along with his ability to accurately inflict those attacks at such pace. But that didn’t resolve his fundamental problem of the gap in their physical abilities. Strength was a non starter, in that domain xavros didn’t stand a chance, so instead he’d have to focus all he had on making full use of his speed. This time it was his turn to dash, darting the distance between them and slashing at his foe as he did so, a small fairly insignificant cut, so much so it seemed to make the man chuckle. Once more he dipped past, striking at him again, this time a punch just skimming his head as he ducked it, another slice to be seen across the larger figure’s torso, this time too an amused giggle wriggling from an otherwise stern expression. Catching a rhythm as he went xavros took to dancing around his foe, darting in and skittering out just long enough to decorate his body with a single new wound each time, before escaping as extended finger tips caught just stray strands of hair. If he was caught he’d be in trouble, which meant he didn’t have long enough for significant strikes, just enough to whittle the man down. And as he did so the malevolent cackles grew louder and ever louder still, though what was unusual was they were not in xavros’s shrill cutting pitch, but instead rough bellows like sandpaper on wood, growing ever more ecstatic and maddened. |
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| ♥ Dusk | Jul 5 2016, 01:57 PM Post #113 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"Unlike you, I still bleed, blergh-" she threw up again. Sticking out her tongue at the action, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disgust. Noticing to how the mound still continued to drip, his form flattening out on the ground and his body peeling away, she realised she couldn't do anything for him. "Are you stuck in that weird form forever? Crumble Cake is cool and all, but normal Fargo was bad ass, I know that people would come in far and wide to see your amazing talents!" she exclaimed, throwing an index finger towards him. Despite the fact that they had been enemies not minutes beforehand, Clarabell could recognise when someone was after giving it their all, no doubt remaining in that form left a hefty toll on his body and having been defeated in the manner that he had been would have left even the strongest fighters demoralised. She made sure not to be too harsh with her words as well, as to not wound his ego any more than she already had. Truth be told, she held some respect for the Heaven's warrior, even if he was bat shit crazy and punch her into a wall. The street behind her had also suffered the ill consequences of his actions, all the buildings had been destroyed and the arenas around them were covered in debris, dirt and disgusting clumps of biscuit. Shaking his head as a response, he let out a sad sigh, his brows still furrowed. "Once I dry out, I can break away from the Cake into my humanoid form, provided I have enough biscuit around me. I don't know if it's even worth reforming... Can i ask you something, you seem too injured to move about more than you already have," he asked, noting to how worn she was, her back was also bleeding from where she had been by the wall. Her cheek had assortment of cuts which she'd have to fix upon her return to the ship. Nodding to comply, Clara couldn't help but raise her eyebrows at the embarrassed look that crossed his face. "Why... did you laugh at my form?" |
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Erlich soared high above the Lion like a vulture surrounding it's prey, he always hated birds and this battle was reminding him why. The bird man took a quick pause then in a quick burst he swooped down quickly in a nose dive, his wings close to his body as he picked up speed with his narrow body. Godric readied himself, this was obviously the same nose dive that didn't connect earlier. The man having not made actual contact believed that he could still pierce the nemean skin, a deadly mistake. "Don't do this Erlich, don't make me hurt you!" Godric yelled but it was too late, the red haired Crane neared the teen. But something unexpected happen, he quickly pulled back and caused a tremendous amount of wind to hit the ground, taking the teen off guard. It was as if a helicopter instantaneously landed in front of him, unfortunately the gust of wind wasn't only swirling wind around. The teen soon found that the red haired crane had thrown smoke pellets filled with some kind of gas that caused the teen to become dizzy, he soon found himself wobbly and struggling to stand. "Wha.. What the hell was that? What'd you do to me?" "I came prepared!" The crane flew back and landed by the Shark that had passed out. "You think I haven't been studying you after our little fight? You thought I'd take you out there? I've been learning, watching, developing since you landed on this island. I'm a good Chef, a great chef." The crane reached into his pouch and pulled out some more pellets before bending down and shoving them into the beast's mouth. Godric watched in silence, eyes blurry from the smoke and legs becoming thick like sand. "I knew you were trouble the moment you got here, getting all good with the old man and my little sister. You want the head of the family, but no, I won't hand it over willingly." The shark's body started twitching and Godric watched in silence, something was wrong with the crane and he seemed like he needed to get something off of his chest. "That's why I came here, to get stronger. I knew I could out cook you, hell I'm the best of the best out there. But these guys, they said something about an army, it was training. Then they gave me this devil fruit too prepare for myself and boom. I've got the power to overcome you, just like that." The Shark shot up into the air, mouth and ears steaming, his face was red as were his eyes. He vanished from sight after that, moving into the collapsing building. "Guess I used too much, I thought cause of his size that... hmmm.." A glance brought his attention back to Godric who was struggling to make a stance. "We'll continue without him for a while then." "I get what you're problem is now. And you're right, this has to happen. I'm gonna have to kick you ass and bring you home that way." The Crane laughed as he looked at the teen struggle to stand. "You can try." Erlich tech
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Taken aback by the question, she frowned to herself. How should she put this? Delicately? Nah, he deserves the truth. "You looked like a massive pile of poop!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air before returning to them to their initial placement. "Not calling you shit or anything, but your body actually resembled dung. Didn't you know?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Fargo gave a look of genuine surprise in return, as if the prospect had never been brought to his attention. Eyes widening, she knocked her head back, "You didn't know, oh Timbo! How couldn't you have known?!" she asked in an exasperated tone of voice. With as close to an action as a shrug as the armless man could, the Paramecia User raised the protrusions on his face that counted as his eyebrows. "Didn't you see how big I was?! Have you ever seen a mirror that huge? How was I supposed to see what I looked like!" he argued, his tone becoming lighter. Clara nodded in acceptance. "You've got me there, you were pretty big, it was super cool! I for one didn't see it coming, even when you made that cool hand!" she agreed, recalling the over-sized hand he had formed. Fargo shuddered, nodding his head, which caused some more liquid biscuit to splatter off of him. "Right? Cake is my strongest technique, I was so happy when I realised the potential in it. Finally someone who agrees on it's coolness," he laughed, grinning as he did so. Clara snapped her fingers and giggled herself. "You know, despite how I laughed at you, I'm sure there's somewhere that you could fit in. Ever consider going around as an entertainer? You could make a lot of kids happy with the revelation that there really is a Gingerbread man, nothing beats elating an audience with wonder and magic," she proposed, grinning as she looked down at him. With a long sigh, he gave a pensive look into the sky. "An entertainer, huh? Never considered that," he managed. "You know, you're different than what I took you as, despite the fact that you bombed an entire island. I mean, what the hell even are you?" he asked, giving her a serious look as he did so. She cocked a thumb towards the street the man had destroyed, along with the crater he had formed through her body. "I'm just a clown and we always get the last laugh," she cackled before hopping down form her perch. "You're too wounded to go on, waters seems to do exhaust you more than it does anyone else. Marines should be here to come pick you up, it was nice duking it out with you, Fargo~ Light~" she sang as she casually strolled away, teetering somewhat as she did so. Behind her, she heard grunting and heaving before the eventual sigh as the man gave up. He was stuck, she wasn't, such was life. She had regained some of her strength from those moments of down time, but she now needed to be extra careful, before her was a path much harder than Fargo. If the Carpenter had been this strong, she had no doubt the captain was going to be just as fearsome. |
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The Crane rushed in, using his large wings to propel him quickly through the space between him and the Lion, whatever gas the man used was still in effect and Godric had no means of dodging anything. His only hope would be for him to keep the concentration long enough to hold his Lion form until the poison wore off. He was seeing three of the Crane as he rushed in, Godric swung but hit the air, instead he caught a large bird foot to the face. "Kick my ass huh? C'mon then, do it!" Erlich yelled, anger in every word. The teen caught another strike from his bird feet right in the gut, reaching for the foot but grabbing nothing but air. "Hold still and take the hit!" Erlich could see the frustration building in the Lion's face, smiling as he pulled back and began to sore into the air. Godric looked up, he could see the man or rather know his location from the blurry sight. But that meant nothing if he couldn't hit him, his reflexes were slow right now and that stupid gas was the cause of it. The Crane began his dive again, this time diving right from above the Nemean's head. This was a different attack than the others that was for sure and with the teen in his condition, he could do nothing but watch as the Crane took him by the arms and held him in a crucifix position. "Were's that legendary G. Fist power I've heard all about? Even in these circles you seem to be known." The man said as he soared higher and higher until finally a dive came. Godric could feel the speed being picked up, it took a few second but he soon found himself being impaled into the ground, causing a small crater to form. "Guess it was all talk after all." |
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| ♥ Dusk | Jul 6 2016, 10:50 AM Post #117 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"Fargo Light.... How strong is your Captain if you managed to do this to me?" she asked, her eyes set straight ahead of her. The Harlequeen had a hand resting against a railing that overlooked a stadium. The stadium itself was reminiscent to the one that she had left Xavros and Arthus at, only instead of a slope, it was more akin to a crater, a large depression within the ground. The floor had boiling piles of grease and the scent of grilled meet wafted into the air, assaulting her nasal. "If I didn't have blood and puke in my mouth right now... I'd probably jump down there and lick the floor clean," she giggled, leaving herself with a wry smile. Having suffered through the battles before hand, she decided to take a quick self examination. Touching her thigh caused her to feel queasy within her stomach, butterflies fluttering left, right and center within her core. Her back appeared to be fine, although she was certain that it'd sting like all hell the next morning. Next, she raised her hands towards the side of her face, flinching as her fingers met her cheeks. She'll have to apply disinfectant at her earliest convenience. As she took a heaving sigh, she turned her eyes towards the wake of destruction wrought from her battle with the giant. It almost seemed comical to think about it. Both eyes darted down as a clatter of metal fell onto the ground. It appeared to be a bunch of pots and pans, smacking against the floor. Her eyes narrowing, she noticed the decidedly eastern design that came with the man's outfit, wearing a kimono of varying browns, an image of a pig with fire behind it was placed across his heart. He shakily raised his free hand, across his waist on the opposite side was a sheathed meat cleaver, narrow and long enough to be considered some kind of alteration to a traditional katana. "Heya~" she chirped, raising her eyebrows and giving a soft wave, trying to come off as unimposing. The man lowered his own hand and took a few steps from out of the shadows. "You're from the band of pirates, correct? the ones who were running rampant through the streets?" he asked, his tone was hesitant and his gaze shifted form side to side. Clara gave a shrug in response, leaning further back on the railings, they consisted of two stretching intertwining chains. "The Catastrophic Clarabell Grace, at your service," she replied, bowing her head. "And who has the gall to impede on a performer's resting time? I can't properly strut my stuff without proper rest," she added, her voice taking on a louder, formal tone, her hand waving through the air. The man gave a slight cough, the hesitation clear on his face, his eyes shone with a certain glint. Despite the fact that he didn't wish to be here, he didn't regret his actions, intensity shone from his look. "I am Gyu, a wandering Chef. I came from a land known as Wano, a country in the far reaches of the New World... Er, you are here fighting the Bright eyes?" he asked, his body straightening after having trailed off for a moment. The entertainer gave a slow nod, her eyes narrowing. "What of it?" she shot, unsure if she was about to find out that he was another one of Salvation's recruits. "I wish to help you, please, sit," he instructed before tugging out a cart from the alley behind him. A vat and chopping board was present along with a stool for visitors. Clara frowned, the deciding factor of this meeting was the rumble of her stomach, which cut through any thoughts of doubt and wariness. "If you poison me or try and assault me," she warned, approaching the stool before wincing as she sat up upon it. "I'll make sure that Xavros sends you back to Wano in more pieces than you can count." Gyu chuckled at the threat before taking out a slab of meat, drawing his blade, and beginning his work on the feat that he was about to prepare for her. Edited by Dusk, Jul 6 2016, 10:51 AM.
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| Onion | Jul 6 2016, 11:28 AM Post #118 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"Done Already?" The birdman reached into the crater and pulled Godric out, holding the teen at the wrists to avoid his claws. The chef was smart the teen had to give him that, but Godric wasn't about to be taken out by something like this. "Ok, you've had your fun. Now lets get back to the house Erlich. I'm getting tired of this." "But we're not done yet. You still have a little bit of pain left to face." The crane flew with Godric's body in his feet but not for long, just enough to get him up and a few feet above the ground. It was then when the crane built up a bit of speed and quickly tossed the Nemean into the air like a rag dog. "I almost forgot to let you have some fun too." Erlich said leaving a confused look in Godric's face that was quickly turned to shock. From the corner of his eyes he saw the Tiger shark leaping from the building, armed cocked back and coated in Haki. "What a wake up call!" "Oh shit!" The shark yelled as he threw the fist at the Nemean and launched him back to the ground while the Crane grabbed the sharks body and held him in the air above Godric who had landed on his back and was able to see them above him levitating. His vision was still affected by the drug but he could feel the effects lessening even in his legs. "I told you we'd see him again." Erlich gloated, laughing in the air as he slowly dropped the Fishman to ground level while Godric got up. The Teen was already seeing what kind of match this would be, an attack from the air as well as the ground in unison. And with the Nemean all poisoned by this gas he wasn't sure how much he would be able to handle. "You talk too much. Are we fighting or not?" The teen said struggling to keep his stance. A bluff but he needed to buy some time. 25th Edited by Onion, Jul 6 2016, 11:56 AM.
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Despite donning garb that fitted the look of a samurai, Gyu as it were, did not share many qualities that the fierce warriors tended to possess. For instance, he didn't hold himself as if he were a warrior, he resembled a timid deer. His nervous glances raised suspicion, but from the looks of things, Clara surmised that he simply lacked any conversation starters, the tension within the air along the stale atmosphere that permeated around them seemed to accentuate his anxiety. Drumming her fingertips against the wooden counter, she could tell that the rallying noise that she orchestrated appear to weigh on him, the sound of chopping and shovelling adding to the sound. With each mighty thud against the wooden chopping board, the dangling talismans -small pieces of coloured paper with a plethora of eastern symbols scrawled onto their faces- would shudder, they too dancing to the myriad of tunes. "And here we are, a bowl of my finest ramen," he explained, serving her a bowl. Narrowing her eyes, she bent down, her nostrils flaring beneath the red, bulbous nose she wore. "To keep my word, no poison," he insisted. Casting a suspicious glance towards the New Worlder, she began to dig in, slurping up noodles and meat galore, broth dribbling down the sides of her cheeks. Looking up from her bowl, she noticed that he had attempted at passing her a pair of chopsticks. Putting an end to her slurping, she gave a hearty gulp, pounding on her chest. "Stellar!" she declared. "How you feel about me bagging you? Just so I can force you into working for me at my events!" she asked excitedly, her eyes staring hungrily at the vat by his side. His face shone with amusement before his usual shiftiness fell upon him. He shook his head, letting out a small sigh. "Regretfully, I can not. I had travelled to this Iron Knife," he gestured around him, the buildings he was hiding by were still somewhat intact. "Only to participate, to see if I really could cook. I am appeased by what I have accomplished here and by the resounding success my cooking has brought. Now, I plan to sail back home and return to my motherland..." he explained. Clara allowed his words to sink in for a moment before her own eyes caught the shimmering glint of the trophy, stashed away within the cart. She gave a nod of approval. "You're a performer too, I get that," she acknowledged. "But why help me? I demolished this island!" her arms soaring to the skies, she almost fell back on her chair, the air shifting uncomfortably by her back. Scrambling, she regained her balance. The man shook his head. "I have no love for this land, nor for it's sovereign Government. I do not rally my forces against it like you have, but I will also lose no sleep over it. The atrocities you have committed today are happening ten times over within the New World, all due to the man they know as Heaven," he spat, as if the very word itself brought a feeling of despise to life. "He isn't a figured liked where I'm from, having undone the work of our nation and others, all trying to stay safe and calm within the raging and tumultuous waters that is our home... I apologise, I am prone to rambling. What I wish to say, is that I support those who fight against this foe, regardless of how twisted a being they are," he explained, giving her a serious look, his brows having been furrowed. Clara returned the gesture with a slow nod, "thanks, I think," she added, unsure if he had insulted her. Pushing herself away from the table, she gave a quick sigh of relief. "Not sure what you're special ingredient is, but thanks for the meal! It seems to have rejuvenated me!" she announced, beaming at the man as she flexed her arms, feeling like she was a million dollars. The chef handed her another small bowl, this one had a lid sitting atop of it, a cover wrapped around it, bearing an assortment of cows on it. "Then my service to you has been done, please take this for your travels. May the Shogun acknowledge you in battle," he bowed. Clara did the same, albeit hers was a little odd, although all things considered, she did feel revitalised, her strength having returned after all this time to recuperate. Grinning, she spun on her foot and began to hurry along, one hand placed at the bottom of the bowl, the other gripping the neat tie at the top. "Watch out, Salvation. Here comes the after party!" |
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| Onion | Jul 20 2016, 05:17 PM Post #120 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"Try this on for size" The Shark opened his palm, tiny balls of water swelled up in between his webbed fingers. Each hand was filled with balls, the Nemean staggered before taking a stance. Without hesitation the Shark began tossing the balls of water one by one at the large Lion man, picking up the speed of each throw by the second. Godric began to move, avoiding the first few throws but soon it became harder, getting hit more often then he wanted to. But that was the least of his worries, from up above Erlich stalked the teen. The bird swoop down using his talons to claws at the Nemean and although it had no physical effect on him, it allowed the shark to keep more proper aim on him with the water balls he continued to form and throw. "You still believe you can beat me!" Erlich yelled with a cocky laugh to follow as Godric held his hands in an X position to block the balls of water from hitting more critical areas. The birdman began to fly up high as he has done countless times, ready for a nose dive straight to the Nemean, this one looking like he was a bit faster in the dive area. The Nemean soon found his body being slammed into the nearby walls by the force behind the beak of the crane. "Think he's had enough?" "Maybe... let me see if he can get up after that." |
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