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Innocent Locals Terrorised by Fishes and a Dwarf
Topic Started: Feb 15 2018, 08:38 PM (901 Views)
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Don moved along, following Gruff towards the docks. As it was, he could only hope that their path would be unobstructed. He couldn't quite see the others, but he could faintly tell they were there. He could hear the footsteps and ruffling of grass, so it was easy to tell that they were still there. At the very least; he knew that Geralf was still there. Dahlia, on the other hand, was so small that he wasn't sure. It most definitely didn't help that her character was one of trouble-making.

Finally.

Don let out a slight sigh of relief as the forested coverage gave way to an opening, the docks just up ahead. The grassy ground ended, meeting the sandy beach which lead to the shores.

“I give up. I leave the rest to you Don..”

Hmm? Don was confused by what he meant, glancing back to the other fishman. There wasn't a huge point in turning his head, since Geralf was invisible, but it just felt normal. What does he mean? Don's gaze scanned the area, suddenly stopping as he looked at the marine ship's bow.

A marine? Their hair was rather long. Why were they sitting on the ship's bow? A woman..? The blowing wind caused the marine's hair to flutter in the wind, covering her face. Don stepped forwards, squinting his eyes to get a better look. The wind's direction shifted, causing her hair to part, face staring straight at the beach Don was on. Shit.

Don recognised that face. It was one he hadn't seen in a long time. So long that it was the first time he met Amos. It was just before the crew was formed, and not much longer before they split up into divisions. He hadn't seen her for almost as long as he hadn't seen some of his fellow crew-mates. But unlike seeing his long-separated crew-mates, he didn't feel any kinship or nostalgia; in that moment, he only felt fear.

Gazing up at the female marine sent a chill down his spine, a deeply engraved mountain etched into his very being. Was it a fear? Possibly. It was a feeling of helplessness that he hadn't felt in a while. Not when faced with the oxen-captain, nor the red haired pirate. Not even a hundred marines made him feel this way. This woman represented an obstacle that he couldn't defeat, the only one to force him to flee due to his own weakness.

BANG

Don was literally ripped from within his own thoughts, an explosion resounding through the area. It came from the ship, somewhere behind the claymore-wielding marine. Clearly she was surprised by it, turning her head and shooting to her feet. She didn't move from her spot though, only turning her head. It was clear that she was resolute in waiting for Don and his allies. But she also had an obligation to check out the sound. Don couldn't see her too well from the distance, but he could sense the struggle within her to leave. The issue was that, Don was sure that only one person could have caused that sound.

"Dahlia, where are you!?"

To no surprise, Dahlia didn't respond to his call. Now he had a choice to make. Flee with Geralf and let Dahlia deal with it, or help her out. That marine woman was stronger than Don in the past, and he had no doubt in his mind that she had seen improvement similar to himself. Assuming that Dahlia was still invisible, the marine would have trouble finding her. But it wouldn't be impossible, especially with some keen senses. And what if Dahlia wasn't invisible. Don was fairly certain that the liquid Amos sprayed on them could be washed off. If Dahlia wasn't invisible, she'd die.

Why should I fuckin' help her? She caused this bullshit on her own. I have no reason to help her.. The circumstances in which Don met Dahlia rose to his mind once again, the fishman remembering how she helped him out with all the pirates - when she really didn't need to.

"Gahhh, fuck this. Just rest up and deal with your wounds man, this'll be quick," Don called back to Geralf, cracking his knuckles and stepping forwards. In that moment, the claymore lieutenant was moments away from completely turning away and checking out the noise.

"HEY BITCH!"

"Hmm.."
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A hand smashing through the desk was the only answer that Dahlia was getting, thankfully she was quite a bit off to the side by the time it landed. ”Well that’s just rude, I compliment your work and you just start swinging. I might have to retaliate if that had hit.” The marine was not exactly listening as he despaired farther over the breaking of his work desk.


”My desk! My inventions! How did you even get in here!” it wasn’t really a question he was just venting as he tried to hit her. ”Stupid Pirates ruin everything.” The room wasn’t large enough for her to dodge that much, so it wasn’t long before she was backed into a corner. The big arm slammed down and she crossed her arms over her head to block. The blow shook her arms and she could feel the iron in his hand but not nearly as strong as she would have guessed. She could feel him trying to force his arm farther down but it just wasn’t happening, apparently Dahlia didn’t realize that she might be physically stronger than this guy.

She couldn’t help it, she started laughing as she gripped the arm and lifted its owner up and tossing him back down. He hit the floor with a thud and Dahlia hopped over him and scurried out of the small room into the deck. ”Sorry bud, but I’ll give it back after I’m done I just need your stuff to break your ship up a bit. Can’t make a clean escape otherwise.” She stuck out her tongue as the kid was getting back up. He wasn’t getting back up as fast as he should have, he must have been shocked by how something so small could lift him.

She made it into the hold, thankful that most of the forces were out on the island. That person on the outside was troubling but working fast was something of a gift for Dahlia. She activated the controls on the cannon on wheels and hopped on top of it right before the Marine got out of the room. ”hold it right there! I’m not beat yet, I’m not letting you take my creation! Activate: Rocket Punch!” The young man’s arm extended out, propelled by some sort of air pressure to punch at Dahlia. She was completely caught off guard the fist that was nearly double her size smashed into her and continued on into the wall denting her into it. When the fist retracted Dahlia peeled off of the wall and fell to the floor. Unfortunately she landed on the remote and with the previous damage, it broke to pieces.

Dahlia dragged herself to her feet, the damage was starting to accumulate and it was harder and harder to stand but her natural energy masked most of her pain. The Mobile Cannon Device on the other hand was making a strange noise and neither of the inventors in the room were going to like what happened next.
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Amos glanced upwards and looked for Gruff the Griffin. Were his friends nearby still or did they escape as he had hoped they would? He saw Gruff flying towards the dock. It was far away at this point and looked like little more than a normal bird but, after all the chaos that had occurred, there were no other flying animals in sight. A normal creature would likely have run away when the dwarf had been blowing everything up.

Amos reached back and grabbed an arrow. This time, he chose an arrow specifically because he knew it was able to grow a tree. He needed more distractions. More chaos. He was outnumbered and needed a way to stall the large group of marines coming from the direction of the dock. Even if he was invisible, they would find him if they fanned out. Eventually, they would. All it would take is one getting close enough to hear or feel him.

Of course, Amos heard the Commander of the marines bark out an order immediately after he thought that. He didn’t hear exactly what it was; however, he didn’t need to. Amos soon saw the effects of the order. The marines coming from the dock fanned out. The ones behind that weren’t dead or dying quickly did the same. There were many gaps behind him, but Amos didn’t plan on running. They would quickly close in on him if they kept this up. He briefly wondered why they weren’t trying to save those who had been caught in the combined attack of Dahlia’s bombs and his arrows. He put that out of his mind when he saw more marines coming from the town. There weren’t many of them, perhaps a half dozen. However, they quickly sprayed the burning marines down with some device in their hand. Amos squinted, trying to make out what it was. He couldn’t quite tell but it appeared to be a device like the ones he modified when he made his headphones. He had heard they were called dials and from Sky Island -though, Amos didn’t believe in Sky Islands. He had heard of them, of course; however, they were likely nothing more than fantasy. Dials had to be some sort of technology developed in the real, solid world.

Nonetheless, Amos had to note that they reacted quickly to the explosions. Of course, they probably suspected they would need those water producing dials whenever they had seen the damage done by the dwarf. They must have sent orders back to retrieve them as soon as the large pirate caught on fire. Amos shrugged as he notched his arrow, holding two more in his firing hand. The first one was the only tree producing arrow he had grabbed. He didn’t expect to do a large amount of damage with it. He needed the other arrows to take troops down and he may need the other two Oak Arrows to cause distractions or gain a vantage point later.

He looked around. The commander was above him and clearly able to figure out at least the general direction Amos was standing. The marines, using his shots as a cue, were quickly zoning in on his location. The best way to use the arrow would be as a distraction and breaking up the line of marines. Amos sighed, perhaps too audibly, and shot the arrow towards the marine line coming from the docks. He couldn’t see the arrow but knew his aim was true when a marine fell to the ground, clutching his neck. Then, the tree began to grow.

It sprouted quickly, not bothering to follow normal laws of the physical realm. Instead, it grew to the size of the other trees in the area within a matter of seconds. The marines all turned their heads, and Amos was happy to see that even their Commander glanced that way. He was so stunned he almost fell from his perch in the tree. The marines nearest the tree didn’t react quick enough as they ran directly into it, breaking their line and leaving a gap in it. Amos reacted quickly, as he had expected the tree to show up.

Before the tree was even fully grown, Amos shot his grappling hook towards it. The machine – which was too loud (Amos would have to work on that some time) – smashed into the tree and pulled Amos to it and a safe perch from which he could survey the battlefield. While he did that, he did not let his bow down. He held it up, prepared to fire, and quickly aimed at the commander. The rest of them were grunts and he would be able to escape them easily so long as the sniper was dealt with. An enemy who could figure his location out was one he needed to deal with, though. He wasn’t quite sure how the man had managed to do it. He couldn’t see his arrows to triangulate his position. He couldn’t see him. Was he detecting Amos through the sound he made? Despite the distance between them? It was absurd, but it was the only answer Amos could come up with. Sadly, Amos was already being as quiet as he knew how. That was another thing Amos quickly realized he would have to work on in the future if he wanted to make full use of his newfound invisibility.

Amos fired the arrow. Again, he couldn’t see it fly through the arrow, but he knew it was on target. He could just feel that it was. Yet, Amos was not prepared for what happened next. The distracted Commander Fox suddenly looked up, directly at Amos, and twisted his body slightly. He grabbed ahold of the branch with his right hand as he did so. Amos could see, despite the distance, a leaf fall as his arrow cut through it. The arrow would have pierced the marine’s chest if he hadn’t twisted. What in the world was going on?
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The doctor had already managed to calm himself down; slouched against a post he noticed that the other fishman had already braced himself to take on the marine on top of the ship’s bow, she looked pretty young and slim with a slightly curvaceous body but it doesn’t really interest Geralf in any way at all. He reached for his left shoulder, feeling the swell as the size had already doubled. A twitch from the muscle sends a sharp pain through his nerves.

“How I wish I had those painkillers with me.”


Geralf bit his lower lip with enough force that it started to bleed, “Enough with daydreaming, I need to get myself to a safe location first.” The doctor scanned the surroundings and noticed the most obvious thing in front of him, the marine vessel that had docked previously. He figured that it might be empty as the marines stormed the forest area where they made their escape earlier, but just to be sure, Geralf figured that it might be too risky to use the main entrance so he opted for another option and that was to use the windows to board the vessel.

“Alright, I just need to get myself up on that ship. I just hope there’s nobody on board.”

The good thing was, Geralf was already on the border between the grassy part and the sandy beach. He slowly got up using his left arm as an anchor to push himself up; he scampered down the sand leaving footprints with every step that he took, it crossed his mind that there are still other marines around the area and maybe they would notice the sand getting churned, Geralf looked back and saw that the coast was clear, he breathed a sigh of relief as he got near the shore and slowly dipped under the tides, the paint washing off his body.

The fishman swam under the tide, seemingly floating just above the sand and letting the current direct him over to the ship’s location. The water just below was cool; it was his comfort zone as he felt the heaviness earlier had been washed away by the current. Gralf felt rejuvenated as he got near the ship, he slowly surfaced and noticed that the anchor was only a few feet away.

‘Hmmm.. I could use that to get inside.’

Geralf then again dipped underwater and swam towards the anchor, grabbing the enormous chain with his left hand and pulled himself up. Using it as a foothold, he crept his way towards the deck, feeling the vibrations underneath his feet as it intensified the closer he got to the ship.
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The female marine stopped in her tracks, staring back out to the beach. The explosion from within the ship had drawn her attention, but just barely. Now that the pirate she was waiting for had shown up, she completely dismissed whatever caused that noise, tunnelling in on Don.

"I remember that voice..." The woman drew her claymore, inhaling a deep breath. Don stared up at her from his spot on the beach. She couldn't see him, but she stared straight in his directions. It was a weird sensation, but Don didn't think much of it.

From the marine's point of view, she couldn't see Don anywhere. But whether he was hiding or not was irrelevant, the important fact was that he was here. "Finally." Back, a long time ago, she'd been majorly responsible for letting a now-threatening pirate crew escape. And the single face, the single voice, the single person who she remembered best, was that of a fishman; Don. In a stroke of luck, he struck her down overboard, and that window of time resulted in the marines' failure. The scolding she received that day was a stain on her pride, and today she sought to erase it.

"Where are you, scum." The woman gripped her sword tighter, straightening her posture and raising her voice. "Don't tell me you will run once again, Don Lino."

Don grit his teeth, suddenly shooting off and sprinting down the beach. The woman couldn't see him, but she could see the sand flying up as he rapidly moved towards her. To most, the inability to see your opponent, and the confusion as to why it was happening, would be enough to render them useless for a moment. The woman didn't flinch though, maintaining composure as she stared on at the incoming threat.

"Hmph. Whether I can see you matters not, you will die on this beach." She bent slightly, jumping up into the air and down onto the beach. The woman landed with grace, swiping her sword out and readying for Don.

Don was readying himself as well, scales hardening as he charged forwards. The distance closed, and it wasn't long before he noticed something; her eyes were closed. Cocky bitch. Don's nails sharpened and right as he entered striking range, Don swiped out with both arms.

Slash

In the instant he attacked, the woman struck out as well, meeting both of Don's blows with her sword and then stepping back. Right after stepping back, she stepped forwards and lunged out, stabbing at Don's abdomen. The fishman just barely dodged, his tail pushing against the ground and angling his body to evade while moving away. Can this crazy bitch really see me?

Don didn't hesitate after dodging. Situated at her side, he instantly stepped in deep, right arm back to punch. It was in that instant when she spun and leaned back, sword moving in to guard. Don didn't even meet her blow, stopping himself mid-punch and jumping back a few meters. This definitely isn't a lucky fluke. Can she tell where I'm coming from by sound? She's not even using her eyes..

Could that have been the reason? Don knew of some blind people and deaf people who had their other senses heightened to accommodate for their inability to sense in one way. Was she so confident in her ability to locate him with hearing, that she completely cut off her vision by closing her eyes? Regardless, knowing the answer wouldn't help him much unless he could block her hearing.

Truthfully, he was prepared to try and remove the invisibility so he could stop her from pursuing Dahlia, but there was no need. The woman turned back to Don on her own volition and even jumped down from the ship. Her action thus far struck Don with a sense of confidence, and that confidence wasn't simply empty as he was coming to find. And that fact scared him, the inner demon within him that was his inability to defeat her growing even more. Even with Amos' invisibility, could he win?

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Dahlia honestly expected the whirling device to explode but it was far worse than that, the cannon began to fire on it’s own. It wasn’t exactly how she planned it but the spinning machine was wrecking the ship for her. The Cyborg that build the device managed to hit the floor before a ball ripped through the wall behind him. Dahlia was too small to be in the firing range but she wasn’t about to let it be, that wouldn’t do at all. She charged towards the malfunctioning device, timing between the shots to leap on top of the machine. She kicked it towards the other cannons on the ship, letting it blast them to unusability, laughing maniacally as she figured out a way to control it.

She looked down at the machine to judge where her next shot should go, it didn’t have infinite ammo after all but she noticed the Cyborg getting back up. ”Oh, hey! I’m gonna go ahead and take this. Call me Dahlia, oh and uh sorry nothing personal” She kicked the machine back towards the guy, letting it loose a ball at him. He tried to block it with his arm but it launched him backwards into the anchor mechanism and broke it off. He was still inside but his arm was dented and looked unusable.

Dahlia reasoned that she would just need to cut the tie lines and the ship would drift out of the port, The Grand line’s waters would take it from there. Dahlia looked back at the cyborg, he wasn’t conscious she tried to tell herself that she could leave him there, but he wouldn’t be able to swim back to shore with that busted arm if the ship sank. The Machine suddenly sprang even worse and started spinning and shooting even faster, launching Dahlia off her perch and landing her on the floor next to him. She groaned with frustration and grabbed him by the arm and dragged him with her. Hopefully nobody was on the upper deck anymore because Dahlia burst out of the lower cabins.

The upper deck was basically empty except for her and that was about as good as she could hope for. The sight from the deck saw a tree grow in the middle of the docks and she could hear the faint sound of Metal hitting something hard closer than she would like. ”Alright, Time to make a spectacle”
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Amos watched the marine Commander warily. He was looking in Amos direction but not moving. It was almost as if he was seeing through Amos rather than seeing him. However, if that were the case then how did he dodge the arrow the way he did? That invisible arrow should have hit him easily if he couldn’t see it. What was this man? Spiderman? He must have some sort of way of detecting danger, though Amos couldn’t fathom what that could be.

Amos didn’t want to shoot again. Well, he didn’t want to shoot an arrow again recklessly. He needed to see how the man would react if he shot again. He would lose if he couldn’t figure out the trick behind the Commander’s defensive abilities.

Shit.

Amos had been so caught up in thought trying to figure out how the Commander had dodged the attack that he didn’t realize the man was already in position to fire. He needed to watch out and make sure he didn’t daydream in the middle of a fight again. That was a bad habit to get into. He began to grab an arrow, but he was too slow. The gunshot rang out. The bullet did what bullets do. That is, it moved at an impossible to track speed and shot towards Amos. It missed. In fact, Amos had no need to worry. The shot had landed on a branch to his right.

That answers one question. It was clear that the marine couldn’t see him even if he could dodge his arrows. Amos notched his next arrow and waited. The man was beginning to reload his weapon. Was it a single shot rifle then? That was good for a sniper but bad in a long drawn out fight like this. Amos could shoot far enough to hit the man at this distance. That would be an advantage for him. Amos released the invisible arrow. It soared through the sky and towards the marine. Amos smiled. This one would hit. It had to. The man was in the middle of reloading his gun. How would he managed to dodge an attack that he wasn’t looking at – not that it mattered if he had been looking at as the arrow was completely invisible. The man looked up at the last second and dodged partially out of the way. Commander Fox’s clothing ripped, and Amos could identify his arrow easily at this point. It was the one embedded in the tree with clothing in between it and the wood. In fact, if Amos looked closely, he could see that there was a little bit of blood on the arrow which made it partially visible. It wasn’t much, but it could be a clue to the marines regarding how to make Amos visible once more.

That would be the absolute worst thing that could happen. The marines scouring the ground below him now clearly realized that Amos was in one of the trees. It wouldn’t be good if they surrounded the tree and waited for him to come down. He would have to either escape or die in that tree.

Amos notched another arrow. The Marine was staring directly at them -but, as stated, that didn’t really matter to an invisible man. Amos’ muscles were pulled tight as he prepared to fire. Only, he didn’t get a chance to. The strangest thing happened directly in front of Amos’ eyes. The marine became nothing more than a blur that dashed across the trees. Amos could track the blur and could only assume that it was his opponent. The problem was that he could track it with his eyes, but it happened so quickly that he was unable to react. The blur landed on the tree branch that Amos stood on and quickly resumed the shape of the marine commander.

Then, he began to look around. And…was he sniffing? Was he trying to sniff Amos out? He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or proud due to how well his invisibility was working. Regardless, Amos was sure that the man couldn’t see him. He had some method of detecting attacks that came his way. Once Amos attacked, he had to be examining the trajectory of the attack to determine the direction Amos was in. That would explain why it always felt like he was looking through Amos. He knew the general location he was in but couldn’t see him specifically.

However, this was the first chance Amos had to see the Commander up close. He wore typical marine clothes and had shaggy silver hair that covered his right eye. He seemed to be about the same height as Amos and well built. Amos didn’t bother to think about his next reaction. He was terrible in an up-close fight but clearly this man could detect his arrows somehow. Perhaps he had hearing that was well beyond normal? That wouldn’t explain how he could dodge as accurately as he did, but it made more sense than any other idea that Amos came up with. Amos dashed forward, closing the distance on the tree branch as quickly as he could. Amos was a fast person but part of him was slightly sad that he was unable to move so quickly that he became nothing more than a blur.

Amos got within arm’s length of the Commander and swung the arrow he had notched in his bow towards the man’s neck. He had to know if he could detect attacks in melee distance as well as at range. The commander shifted his weight slightly and lowered his body, letting the arrow go over his head. In the same sweeping motion, he swung his leg around and caught Amos’ leg at the ankle. The force of the kick caused Amos’ feet to fly into the air. This action left Amos to begin plummeting towards the ground from the tree branch they had both occupied.

This was why he had wanted to close the distance. If they were close, he could respond to an attack immediately without needing to worry about aiming as much.



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Sorry if this post sucks. I fell asleep about halfway through but wanted to get it out tonight so I pushed through.
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Geralf slowly walked along the interlinked chain, the smell of rusting iron was overwhelming to the fishman with his heightened senses. He did not like one bit of it and it felt like a burning sensation on his nostrils, ‘What is this awful stench?!’ The doctor thought at the same time covered his nose and practically kept his balance, that is until the vibrations on the chain grew stronger and suddenly broke off.

“N-No!”

The doctor yelled at the top of his lungs as the chain lost its tension; Geralf made a mad dash towards the deck and surprisingly did not lose his balance at all. Maybe it was only by sheer luck or by the spur of the moment that Geralf made it to the ship’s deck, which was practically empty. The sound that he heard earlier became much clearer, it was something that sounded like canon-fire and metal hitting metal as it tore through the metal plating of the ship.

“What the hell is happening down there? First the anchor got dislodged and now, canon-fire?!”

Geralf had his suspicions, he had not seen Dahlia at all and maybe she is inside the marine vessel causing havoc. The doctor could only frown as he firmly gripped his cane, “Alright, got to do some work and hopefully not get hit by the airborne metals.” The doctor went down the flight of stairs leading to a narrow corridor, along the corridor were doors lined up with four on each side and another stair that leads down to the lower level.

The fishman knew he had to get to the engine room first; he needed to get sure that the ship had fuel to feed on if they were to get away from the area, the ship looked sturdy enough except for some holes on its sides but it looked like it could still go the distance. Geralf then walked along the corridor and suddenly the waves caused the ship to rock vigorously as the doctor lost his balance and was knocked off to the side wall, hitting him on his left shoulder.

“Aaarrrgghhhhh!”

Geralf screamed in pain as swollen tissues were once again irritated from the impact, he then felt cold sweat trickling down his face as he starts to sweat profusely, his vision was once again blurry and was starting to get disoriented again. Stumbling across the corridor, he made it to the end and got down the stairs into the engine room. The enormous engine came to a full view; it almost took the whole space by itself as it sits on the center, steam enveloped the area and the smell of coal was strong. Geralf slowly walked towards the engine, he was taken aback with such a complicated machine that is capable of running such a large vessel, his eyes widened as he got close.

“HEY! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!”
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"Hiding?" The woman giggled, a devilish grin growing on her face. To Don, her visage was like that of a demon. It could have been a simple result of his own perception, but she seemed different from when he first saw her. In the past, she was more reminiscent of a hard-willed female officer who upheld a strong sense of justice, solemnly carrying out her duties. She may have been a marine, a group with twisted ideologies and corrupt leaders, but she didn't seem particularly hateful.

But as he Don stood there, invisible and motionless, she seemed different. He had no idea what triggered such a change within her, but he could feel it. Was her shift in demeanour linked to her growth in strength? Even as a fishman, Don's senses were not developed to the extent of hers, a human.

I'll strike in five...

One. Don clenched his fists, muscles tensed and ready. Two.
The two of them were only meters away, facing one-another. Three. One was in a world of darkness, and the other had to face that darkness. Four. Don bent down slightly, silently. Five. His arms raised up. Now. Her eyes opened. Don shot at her, roaring at the top of his lungs to drown out all sound. He couldn't even stop his momentum as he saw that her eyes had opened. All he could do was continue. She saw the movement of the sand as it flew around, visualising exactly where Don was.

CLASH

Don's right fist slammed down onto her blade, the tiny dermal scales covering his fist making his own body a weapon. The female marine felt the pressure from Don's punch run down her arm, the shock making her grimace in pain. Yet, she didn't stop. She spun around, under Don's arm and into his reach. The claymore was a large and clunky blade, so it was unable to strike from such a close range; but a small dagger could.

"Argh!" Don's hand came down, a sharp slap connecting with her face. She flew back, gripping her face in pain. But despite appearances, Don had taken the most damage. Lodged in his lower abdomen was a small blade. His chest's dermal scales were weaker than those on his back, and the blade's serrated edge let it pierce his skin. That would be of little significance to Don, but there was one major issue. The blade was poisoned. Even worse, blood ran down his chest and gave the woman a way to see him. "Gah.." Don stumbled back, falling over and keeling onto the ground face down.

"Ha.." The woman let out a breathless laugh, a prideful feeling welling in her chest. She'd done it. The fishman was as good as dead. The poison was one she obtained from a marine-based source, specifically for use at the right time against Don. "I came here prepared... you lowly creature." The woman's breaths came raggedly, standing up straight and walking over to Don. Despite her composed attitude earlier, Don's hits hurt. But this only fed into her ego, thinking herself a hero who overcame adversity. "Fishman are stronger than humans they say? Ha, you tiny brained monsters couldn't use that strength anyways. If there's a god, he wasted those bodies on you scum." The woman took out a gun, the metal weapon clicking as she primed it. With hate in her gaze, she pointed it down at the fishman before her. The pitiful sight of Don kneeling over on the ground and grasping his pain in chest made her frown, as if she didn't want a lowly creature like a fishman to even enter her sight. "Any last words you want to say to that god, who let you die on this day?"
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     Amos felt the wind rushing as he plummeted. He had no time to think. No time at all. He was going to die. This was it. Except, Amos happened to have a super handy grappling hook that could shoot from his waist. Amos grabbed it and fired in a random direction; he didn’t have time to aim properly but there were trees around, so he was confident it wasn’t going to miss everything. Well, confident wasn’t the correct word. He was…hopeful. He felt the grappling hook – which was also invisible due to being on his body when he sprayed himself down – hit something solid. It sent vibrations along the metal chain as it smashed into it. Amos clicked a button and the grappling hook halted his progress, causing Amos to barely contain a groan. He also barely contained his lunch due to the force suddenly exerted on his midsection. The grappling hook then caused him to reverse direction and shoot towards it. This all happened in a split second and Amos was extremely grateful for the grappling hook. It had saved his life today and he wouldn’t forget that.

     Amos looked around as the chain came to a halt. He was dangling from a nearby tree, a little to the left of the tree he had been in. He glanced towards the ground; he needed to check in on the grunts down below. They may not be nearly as powerful as the man that Amos was fighting, but it was important that he make sure one of them doesn’t find himself within shooting range and with knowledge of where Amos was. He wasn’t being the loudest individual in the world, but he wasn’t exactly being the quietest, either. Then, Amos saw an arrow fly through the air. It wasn’t one he had shot but it landed squarely in the throat of one of the grunts, dropping him instantly. Then another arrow flew.

     Amos turned towards the source of the arrows and was surprised to see a figure standing on a nearby tree branch. The figure had short hair from what Amos could tell, but he was more worried about who they were than what they looked like. How had another person gotten so close without him noticing? He was surprised when Commander Fox had done it but even more surprised that this second individual had managed. Who were they and why were they taking out the lower ranked marines?

     Gah. He needed to get onto his branch in case this turned into a three-way fight. Amos pulled himself onto the branch and dislodged the grappling hook. Then, he heard a noise in his ear.

     Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Amos heard. It was coming from his headphones which housed mini Den Den Mushi of diverse types. Very few people had the contact info for this Den Den Mushi. Who in the world could be calling him and right now? Amos glanced at the Marine Commander. He was looking at the ground, unaware of the other archer for the moment. He appeared to be looking for some sign that Amos had crashed down below. Amos inwardly sighed as he pressed the button on his headset that allowed him to accept the call. He didn’t want to in the middle of a fight but what if it was Captain Clover. The man called infrequently enough these days and Amos really wasn’t sure what the crew was up to.

      Hello this is karocue reporting in as the new acting div. 6 commander. Reporting the death of kalv. The voice rang in Amos’ ear. No one else would be able to hear it due to the headphones he wore.

     “what?” Amos began. He couldn’t help himself. Who the hell was this Karocue? Who was Kalv? Since when did they have a Sixth Division? Amos had heard of the First, second – which was his own division – Third, and even the Fifth Division. He had not yet heard anything about the fourth division or a sixth. How many people was the Captain going to recruit? Did he intend to become another Yonkou? Amos glanced towards the Marine Commander. He was staring directly in Amos direction. He had evidently heard him talk – which was no shocking surprise.

     “Shit. I’m a little –“ Amos began, intent on answering this Karocue so he didn’t continue to just speak in Amos ear. That would be annoying, and the distraction would probably get him killed. Amos hadn’t taken his eyes off the Marine, and for good reason. The man quickly whipped out a pistol (when did he get a sidearm? He had fought entirely with his sniper rifle the last time) and pointed it towards the Ghost that was Amos. “Ah, fucking marine.”

     The shots rang as the man began to fire the pistol. Evidently, he had decided to abandon the sniper rifle due to its slow speed and his inability to accurately track Amos. Instead, he was relying on the quick burst of the pistol once he got a general direction. Distantly, Amos could hear the lower ranked marines crying out in pain as the other archer killed them one at a time. Amos didn’t have much time to react. He managed to duck down. He was lucky in that the man only knew his general location. Many of the bullets flew at a bad spot and missed him entirely. Two flew far too close for comfort. One flew directly over Amos’ head. He could almost feel the hair falling off his bun as the bullet grazed it. The second grazed Amos’ right shoulder, leaving a small gouge. It wasn’t much but it did hurt. Worse, now Amos had a little bit of blood on his body. He glanced towards the arm. The blood was visible. It didn’t bleed much but an observant person would see the blood and be able to pick out where Amos was. Amos ran to the trunk of the tree and switched sides, putting the tree trunk between himself and the marine commander. He needed to deal with this Karocue before he got Amos into more trouble.

     “I’m Amos. Division 2 commander and first mate. Well, congrats on the promotion. I never met Kalkavek but how’d he go?” Amos said, giving more info and talking a little bit more this time. The sniper would know he was in this direction, but Amos felt much more comfortable with the tree in between them. Amos also made sure to talk much quieter so that maybe, just maybe, the man wouldn’t hear him.

      Wait what was that gun shot. Hold on i got info you’re on gesso still? Are you ok? Kalv he was shot by an unknown source from atop a roof.

     “Just a sniper. Won’t be on gesso for long. The whole marine base is after us. Sounds like your task is clear. Investigate his death. Figure out who killed him and report back in.” Amos replied, exasperated. This call may end up making things more serious than he had anticipated. Someone was killing their crew members? If this Karocue was telling the truth, then Amos would need to get involved at some point.He was the 2nd Division Commander but he was also the First Mate. Of course, that point wasn’t in the middle of a bow and gun fight. “ ah shit, I got to go. Will talk more when I get a chance to”

     Amos said the last bit as quietly and quickly as he could then hang up. Hopefully this Karocue was done for now. He had other things to pay attention to. Amos peeked around the tree. The sniper had his pistol out and seemed to be looking intently. Was he trying to see where Amos was? Well, at least that horribly timed Den Den Mushi call hadn’t given his location away. For that, Amos was lucky.
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Geralf immediately turned his attention to the voice that called out to him, he looked like a typical guy clad in a marine uniform. “Who are you supposed to be?” Geralf said with a disinterested voice and instead of focusing on the marine, he was focused at the large engine in front of him. He scanned the object for switches that he might need to push, the steam coming out of it tells the fishman that it had just been turned off and it was still hot. The temperature on the room shoots to about 38 degrees centigrade, Geralf started to feel an itch on his skin as it starts to dry up due to the heat.

“Who am I supposed to be?! I’m the chief engineer of this ship, and who are you supposed to be?”

“Is that so?” Turning towards the marine, “Maybe you could help me operate this vessel, hmmm?” Geralf sternly demanded while ignoring the marine’s question altogether. He could still feel the pain emanating from his swollen shoulder while raising it and pointing towards the engine, “This contraption piques my interest human, maybe you could.. educate me.” The fishman could tell that the marine was not the type to negotiate but he needed to buy himself some time to get well adjusted to the environment he is currently in and the humid environment was beginning to irritate Geralf.

The fishman thought that maybe he could talk his way out without having to cause further commotion and of course to avoid unnecessary conflicts.“Educate you? Are you kidding me?” The marine said in response to the fishman’s statement in an annoyed tone while at the same time, opening the hatch on the boiler and pulled out a molten rod. “I’ll beat yer ass up and drag you back to the HQ.”

“Hmmph, so be it. But don't cry later as I take my time squeezing the life out of your worthless life.”

Geralf braced himself as the marine charges to attack, the marine pulled his arm back and swings the rod overhead, upon seeing this Geralf quickly steps to the side and ducks away as he anticipates the next attack, getting hit by this molted rod would spell disaster for the fishman. The marine immediately performs a backhanded swing and in turn was left open, and as Geralf anticipated, he was already a step ahead and delivers a swift stab with his cane onto his right shoulder. “DEGEN!” Roaring at the top of his lungs and mustered what strength he had left with in the attack.

The marine felt the impact on his shoulder but was able to lean his shoulder back to lessen the impact, but the fishman’s attack was still quite formidable as he felt the surge of pain run through his nerves. “SHIT!” He felt the rod slipping out of his grip and Geralf saw this as an opportunity to strike with another attack. The fishman leaned forward, opening his mouth as wide as he could and bites hard on the marine’s shoulder. His sharp, serrated teeth buried deep on the marine’s flesh, causing blood to gush out of the wound.


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"Any last words you want to say to that god who let you die on this day?"

The marine stared down upon Don, the fishman keeled over on the ground. He heaved in and out heavily, letting out a hacking cough on top. The woman frowned in disgust, pointing the gun out further and tightening her grip. She was less disgusted in Don himself, but rather, the ease with which she defeated him.

"Nothing? I'm disappointed-" Her speech was cut off short as she finally got a response, Don whistling loudly. The shrill sound made her wince a little, but she immediately refocused herself on the fishman in front of her. It was important to note two things. Firstly, Don was still invisible. Her eyes were now open, and she could see where he was by his prints on the sand, as well as the fact that some of the invisibility paint had rubbed off. But nonetheless, it wasn't easy to see him completely. So in that brief moment of being caught off guard, she instantly had to re concentrate on the fishman, as not to give him a chance to escape.

Secondly, there was the setting. Both of them had been ignoring it, but many noises were coming from all around. Deeper into the island were yells and gunshots, and the ship just next to them was letting off loud explosions.

Taking all of this into account, the woman had to shut off all distractions and focus solely on Don. This left her exposed to one single thing though, outside interference. Since the last time they fought, Don had gained one thing which she had yet to see; Gruff. Right on cue, the griffin-like creature shot down from the air. In the woman's view, Don's whistling was just a pathetic attempt at distracting her, but in reality, it was also a signal for someone else.

Thud

The griffin slammed into her right hand at full speed, and Don shot up onto his feet. He spun around, tail flinging up and slamming into her abdomen. Gruff's attack onto her hand caused her to drop the gun, and Don didn't give her any time to react. Immediately after his tail connected, he finally spun all the way around, left fist outstretched to punch. Straight on her jaw, the strike caused her to stumble back. Gruff shot at her again as well, slashing past and causing cuts on her left thigh.

Don roared, leaping forwards with one last attack of desperation. His right fist shot out, in a motion he had practised many times before. Hundred Tile Punch! His fist slammed directly on her chest. The marine fell back, slamming onto the ground and skidding a bit before slowing to a stop.

Don's steps towards her kicked sand up. His breath was ragged, and he heaved in heavily nonstop. His arms lurched over and his back was bent forwards. Some small cuts littered his body, but those were insignificant in comparison to his exhaustion. What mattered more though, was the poison which she had injected him with.

In those brief moment where he was lurched over onto the ground, with a gun pointed at him, Don injected himself with his own homemade serum. He was able to hide it by being face down, arms seemingly clutching at his chest while he was working. He wasn't as deeply invested in his medical pursuit as the other fishman, but it would be wrong to say he was simply some novice. Still, the serum only worked so much, as it wasn't specified for any one compound. The heavy breathing and intense pain that wracked his body weren't faked either, and he truly felt an incredible urge to just give in. But nonetheless, he simply had to grit his teeth and march on.

The fishman stopped in front of the marine's body, staring down at her. He chest moved up and down rapidly, and blood leaked from her forehead. It seemed she hit something after his last punch.
"You....."

His words fell into a quiet mumble as he lost track of his thoughts, falling to his knees as he continued to stare at her. His breathing had only grown heavier, and he felt like a mountain was pushing down on his lungs.

"Gah.."

Don stumbled up onto his feet, taking out the gun on his waist. The fishman raised it out, wobbling intensly as he tried to take aim. His vision grew darker and all he could see was the woman's face as she looked back up at him helplessly with a fulfilled look on her face. "You.... It was a.. good fight." Click. Don's gun let out a damp click, unable to ignite after being soaked in water when he was separated from Amos. The fishman let out a weak chuckle and collapsed on the ground, gun slipping out of his weak grip and falling to the ground. His back faced up to the sky as he passed into unconsciousness from exhaustion. The female marine laid there, awaiting death. He stared up at the clouds which had passed over the sun, contemplating the events. You would expect her to be filled with hatred in these final moments, but she seemed content in losing to Don. Memories of being cruelly scolded and isolated rose up, her single mistake of not defeating a certain group of pirates being the cause for it. And in this moment, she had finally been defeated by one of those very pirates who also stopped her back then. Yet this time, she felt at ease, finally able to escape the shackles of pain set upon her by her superiors. "Yes...It was a good fight." The clouds passed the sun, a ray of bright light shining back down at her as she lost vision. Her feelings went numb and she too lost consciousness, dying of blood loss.

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Geralf remained steadfast as he bit down hard on the marine’s shoulder; the marine reacted with a loud cry and at the same time delivered multiple successive blows to the fishman’s side, the more he hit the harder Geralf bites. It hurt the fishman even though an average human was weaker compared to his raw strength yet he wasn’t really suited for combat; it was his mind that he had trained, not his body. And after enduring a few more blows, Geralf then breaks off his teeth and jumped a few steps back as the pain was starting to be unbearable and within seconds, he immediately grows a new set of teeth.

Huff, huff.

Geralf looked at the marine who was clutching his shoulder to stop the blood by applying pressure on it, it was obvious that he knew basic first aid techniques but there were too many wounds to control the blood flow. The marine gasped for air as he began hyperventilating with the deadly combination of hot air and the panic that starts to set in.

“Already choking on those big words earlier, human?”

The marine didn’t answer as he began to exhale more than his air intake, upon seeing this; the doctor knew that this was his chance to end this. Geralf swiftly dashed forward and as he got close, he spins around and holds out his cane and delivers a strong blow to the marine’s thigh causing him to flip and falls down on the flooring. He was still conscious then as Geralf stood beside him, “Now, tell me how to operate this contraption.” The doctor demanded as he presses the tip of his cane onto the base of the marine’s throat.

“O-okay.. I’ll tell you..”

The marine wheezed through his mouth, “There’s a lever to the right of the main board.. push it upwards then press the green button.. that should activate the main breaker..”

“That isn’t so hard, wasn’t it? You should’ve told me sooner and you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.” Geralf said with a smug look as he turned away towards the main board. ‘Hmmm, level.. Ahh, here it is.’ The doctor caressed the handle as he got near and then pushes it upwards with minimal effort, ‘And the button..’ Hovering his index finger and then he pressed hard on the button. The machine gave a loud crank as the gears started to shift, ‘And not to forget the most important thing..’ Geralf looks towards the boiler and there it was, sitting on the floor beside it, a large bag of coal to power the steam engine.

Geralf walked towards the boiler as he sets his cane down, opened the hatch as a gust of hot air blew. The fishman didn’t like one bit of that air as he hurriedly bent down and picked the sack up and threw it inside the boiler and slams the hatch close.

“Here we go.”

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Dahlia took her time unhooking the ship from it’s rigging, it was a big job for someone so small the ship was so large it had a lot of rigging connecting it to the docks. There wasn’t anyone left on the deck, their only guard must have been that woman from the front. Or they were all on a different part of the ship and are only just now responding to the cannon that was still going off down below. The ship was barely drifting so she figured she would have enough time to ruin it even more. Dashing about it wasn’t hard for her to find barrels of gunpowder on board, and dragging them to different parts of the ship. ”Alright, everything's in place I’m not that much worse for ware, knocked out guy is prepared to be thrown off of the ship so he doesn’t need to drown all I need now is to light-”

A noise sounded deep in the ship. ”or maybe I need to be faster cause the ship is about to drive off on it’s own.” She grabbed the Cyborg by the arm and started spinning him around before chucking him off the ship. A simple lit match later and a delay for the explosion was set into place, nearly nine barrels of powder would make sure that this boat was unusable in the very near future. She ran towards the front of the ship, leaping off of it back towards the docks. She wasn’t sure where Don was exactly, but she could see the remains of his fight and had a good idea of where he might be standing. She was excited about how this was about to go down, hopefully he wasn’t hurt to bad from whatever that shouting lady was doing although she seemed the one worse for ware.

”Hey guys Less than one minute till this ship gets a makeover. Sorry about the mess Don but I figured getting chased on boat was gonna be about as bad as confronting them on land. And I have trouble letting things lie. Thirty seconds.” She started on her way out as the ship was moving away from harbor quicker than she had even anticipated. She after a good distance she stopped to watch her work happen. ”nine… Eight… Seven… Six.. Five.. Four.. Three.. Two.. One.. A series of explosions went off about three seconds apart starting from the Mast all the way to the back of the ship above where she estimated the engine would be. Even as far as it had gotten the Bombs were flashy and loud, a wave of force could almost be felt as the mast of the ship tipped over and crashed into one side. And Dahlia stood on the docks cackling like a mad woman, her high pitched laughter rang above the bass of the explosions. She hoped the marines that were left on shore were a little shaken by this if they noticed, the people of the island surely were.
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Amos contemplated his next move. Somehow, this man was able to avoid his attacks despite them being invisible. That meant he couldn’t rely on a single shot to end the fight. However, being invisible still gave one some advantages. At least, Amos could think of some. This was his first true fight while being invisible, so he wasn’t sure if everything would play out the way he thought it would. He looked around the area. That other archer was still nonchalantly picking off the marines. Who was that? Were they a friend since they were defeating marines or were they just another pirate who may end up in a fight with Amos directly afterwards?

Amos went back to observing his prey. The marine commander was looking around, but Amos noticed something interesting. He was only looking in the trees. Sure, that made sense. Snipers like himself – and the commander he was fighting – would want the advantage of height and there were troops on the ground. Only, for some reason, the commander had yet to notice his troops being picked off one by one. Amos could only assume that was because he didn’t have the advantage of invisibility to allow him to relax. Putting himself in the commander’s shoes, he was a sitting duck. Sure, he could detect the shots, but Amos was at an advantage. That was because Amos could see where the Commander was always. Meanwhile, Amos couldn’t be seen. Amos didn’t have to imagine what that felt like. His mind drifted back to the day he had met Don. There was a terrible storm which was messing with his vision and he was aiming at this very same sniper. The problem was that the sniper was perfectly hidden at a higher location and Amos had nowhere to run to. It was how he ended up with quite a few injuries. It was also a situation in which Amos had experienced a large amount of anxiety. That anxiety could give one tunnel vision. That tunnel vision – coupled with Amos’ invisibility – could come quite in handy. It would just require Amos to make some unconventional moves.

The plan he had come up with was quite simple. The sniper had his pistol out since they were closer together than most fights he was in. Amos would shoot a barrage of arrows into the air and use that as cover to drop down to the floor. From there, Amos would unleash another distracting barrage and then deliver one well aimed and timed blow to finish the archer off. He could only dodge so much on that tree branch and the blow would be coming from an angle he didn’t expect; it would come from below him.

Amos glanced down at the floor. That was the only problem. The area was filled with trees, but it didn’t have a ton of vegetation. That would make his landing hard. It would also make his landing loud. For this to work, Amos needed to land softly. He would need to prep his hookshot in advance. Amos began tying the bundles of arrows together while he sat on his tree branch. He tied both bundles together and put one back into his quiver. Ordinarily he would prefer to hold his next shot to decrease reloading time but – in this case – it was more important that he had easy access to his hookshot. Amos silently and carefully made his way to the branch of the tree that was facing the Commander. He glanced at the man. Good. He hasn’t noticed me Amos thought as he noticed the man’s head on a swivel. That was the kind of movement he would want from the man. It meant he was alert to threats from any of the surrounding trees. Amos aimed his bundle of arrows upwards and tried to aim them so that they would fall towards the marine. It was a spread shot, so it was likely that not all of them would hit him. That didn’t matter since this was meant as a distraction. It would also serve to see how well the commander dodged multiple arrows flying at him at the same time. They were still invisible, after-all.

Amos released the arrows. He didn’t have time to worry about the commander’s response as he grabbed his hookshot and shot it into the branch beneath his feet. He pressed the button on it allowing the chain to extend. Then, Amos jumped. He was falling faster than he anticipated, as the chain was extending wildly. He knew that was going to happen. It wouldn’t lower him from a distance such as this slowly. That was a feature he may want to investigate getting in the future. Amos pressed the button again. He came to a jarring halt shortly above the ground. It was jarring – but it was silent. Amos let go of the Hookshot and hit the ground softly. He glanced upwards as the marine Commander was finishing dodging the barrage of arrows that fell from the sky. He had done quite a respectable job, judging by the fact that not a single arrow had hit him. He began to look around again, though he focused primarily on the branch Amos had just left. That surprised Amos. He hadn’t expected a person who used guns to be able to accurately predict what path arrows must have taken. They flew quite differently – after all.

Amos grabbed his second bundle of arrows and prepped them. Aiming at the same spot, he released them. He reached back and only found three arrows in his quiver. One of which wouldn’t grow a tree. Apparently shooting bundles of arrows back to back really took a toll on his supply of arrows. Oh well, this should end the fight. If not, then Amos would have to admit that he couldn’t defeat this marine. The commander began to deftly dodge the second barrage. It was almost as if he had some sort of sixth sense for where the arrows were headed. Amos momentarily forgot what he was supposed to be doing and marveled at the way the man dodged the barrage and still managed to remain on the tree branch.

Luckily, a voice in the back of Amos’ head told him he needed to get moving. He notched the arrow and fired it directly toward the Commander. The commander was in mid dodge of another arrow when he turned his head towards the ground to watch the arrow coming from below. Amos held his breathe as he awaited the outcome. The arrow smashed into the commander’s face – directly in his left eye – and threw the man backwards. He fell from the tree with a crash.

Amos reached up and grabbed his hookshot. He detracted the tool with a button and put it back on his waist. Amos could see no way that marine could have survived that. An arrow in the eye and then that fall? This fight was over.


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Tempestas Sagittarum (24) X 2
Type: Offensive
Range: Long
Power:8
[c]Description: Amos plants his feet and takes aim. The difference in this shot is that he has a small mass of arrows loosely tied together. He aims them upwards and lets loose a small arrow storm. (-8, Long Range, -8 Short AOE. 8 Gatling. Branched from Longshot.)[c]


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