Island CP3 Base

[God_Usopun]

The Hunt Part #19 @Lamby​

The dust cloud erupted, a choking shroud of metallic grit. Yamazaki felt it sting his eyes, clawing at his throat. Yet, even as the world dissolved into gray, he didn't flinch. Instead, he closed his eyes, immersing himself in the chaos. It wasn't the darkness that greeted him, but a symphony of sound - the whisper of shifting gravel, the whirring of robotic joints, the faint echo of FR-471-B's movements. His senses, honed to a razor's edge, became his eyes.
Then, a flicker in the haze, a subtle tremor in the ground. It was a whisper, barely perceptible, but to Yamazaki's sharpened awareness, it was a thunderclap. Without hesitation, he drew upon the legacy of Iaitō, the art of the quick draw. His hand, seemingly unmoving, snaked to his sheathed katana. In a single, blinding flash, he unleashed the Ittoryu Iai: Shishi Sonson.
The world blurred as Yamazaki became a storm, a silver slash carving through the dust. His katana, a singing ember, sliced through the air with the fury of a lion's roar.

Gerald's fist, a viper poised to strike, coiled towards Ichimura. But the Agent was a serpent, twisting his senses around the attack before it landed. He readied his body, a willow branch bending before the storm, not to break but to flow with the force. The air sang with the whisper of Gerald's punch, a gust before the storm. Ichimura's eyes narrowed, his muscles tensing like bowstrings drawn. He shifted subtly, not a flinch, but a calculated movement to meet the blow on his terms. The metal fist, a predator's lunge, aimed for Ichimura's heart. But his spirit stood unflinching, a lighthouse amidst the encroaching waves. He braced himself, not with fear, but with the cold steel of resolve, ready to turn the tide. The glint of metal on metal foretold the clash. Ichimura's katana, a sliver of moonlight, met Gerald's fist, a blunt hammer. He braced, absorbing the blow, the shock rippling through his sinews like lightning through a blade.

Hijikata wasn't finished. Seeing Ichimura pressed, he launched himself skyward like a phantom. From above, he transformed into a living storm of steel. Shimmering like moonlight on ice, his twin blades unleashed a Rankyaku 'Renge.' The air ripped open, not with one clean gash, but with many crisscrossing lines. They appeared like delicate scratches at first, but then, like blossoming roses, they widened and deepened, carving towards Gerald's armor.

Spoiler: Details

-Ichimura: Dura [ level 4 ]
-Verdict: Not very effective

-Yamazaki: Level 5

-Hijikata: Level 4

 

[Lamby]

The Hunt Part #20
@God_Usopun
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The echo of a powerful CLANG! Quaked the base, Electricity crackled as the feint sirens of whurring Energy Sources escaped the cleaved bodies of both the Metallic Robots... "No..." Muttered EG-471, It's energy reserves swiftly Depleting as it's main line of travel had been cut. FR-471-B met a similar fate, it's torso dropped to the ground as engine oil spewed out from it's pelvis.

Spoiler: DPR

Durability: 61-80: 4. City Block Level
Verdict: DPR 1 higher than dura: quite effective

"NO!" exclaimed Boom-Burst within the metallic Casing he had retreated into, his fist slammed into the Desk he stationed himself at. His Monitor went blank; the pair of robots have had their source lines split, they're life force was leaking outwards...

Gerald's swift jab was met with a skillful block, Fist to metal they clashed; a brief shockwave echoed outwards from their exhibition of strengths however Gerald had wished for an outcome like this to occur. The Low recoil from his jab allowed him to swiftly step in from the instance the block had been brought up, Gerald Swung; he swiveled his hip and brought about his Right fist with a devasting speed and vicious hunger...

Hard Knuckle: Hooker's Right!
A shockwave erupted as a cone of Air formed around the fist of the Mecha, a clad of Armament Haki seared it's way unto the Mecha's Fist as it inched close to Ichimura's open Right side!

Spoiler: DPR

61-80: 2. Small Building Level + B(2) + Hardening(1) = 120: 5. Town Level

Right as he launched his punching, Anticipating it's impact; ripping through the Air Came a wild Rankyaku! The attack came and scraped the armor of the mecha; It's lacklustre destructive potency merely scrapped the metallic plating of the Mecha; deepening of as a wound, this in turn grabbed Gerald's Attention!

Spoiler: DPR

Durability: 120: 5. Town Level
Verdict: DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

His attention swiveled as fast as it could, shifting from an already executed punch to a peak in interest. His Observation haki subconsciously flashed, his rage boiled as he sought the target; "So... It was you." He muttered, All Eyes on Hijikata as he was now the object of our Gilded Pirate's Attention. He pulled his hands close to his body, taking a strong and prepared stance he dashed for the Agent!

 

[God_Usopun]

The Hunt Part #20 @Lamby​

A hurricane of air heralded Gerald's Hard Knuckle: Hooker's Right. Ichimura, caught like a leaf in a tempest, saw only a blur of fist, then felt the world explode. Haki-infused bone met flesh with a sickening crunch, the impact twisting his insides like a wrung mop. He sailed through the mist, a crimson comet streaking through the swirling gray, taste of iron blooming in his throat. Each ragged breath ripped through the agony blooming in his side, the landscape rushing up to meet him in a sickening blur.

The world tilted on its axis as he slammed into the damp earth, sending shockwaves through the undergrowth.

A silver blur in the swirling mist, Yamazaki launched himself from a crumpled robot chassis. Twin blades flashed as he unleashed the Nitōryū Iai: Rashomon. Steel shrieked against air, a hurricane of force ripping the mist asunder, sparks erupting like miniature novas as the blades grazed the ground.
The blades blurred, a razor-sharp tempest aimed at Gerald's hulking mecha. The behemoth roared, gears straining as it raised a metallic arm to block the oncoming storm. The mist parted with a shriek, revealing a ravaged battlefield littered with metallic debris and smoldering craters, a precarious cliff edge looming ominously in the distance.
Yamazaki landed, feet planted like granite, eyes narrowed as he faced Gerald's gaze through the visor. The duel had shifted; the fog was gone, replaced by a brutal dance of steel and metal under the pale moon.

Spoiler: Details

-Ichimura: Dura [ level 4 ]
-Verdict: quite effective

-Yamazaki: Level 4

 

[Lamby]

The Hunt Part #21
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The Streaks of Yamazaki's attack ripped through the firm rock, it split the fog and dissipated it's firm mask freeing both parties from it's curse. Upon first encounter the slash scraped a deep Gash into the firm armor of the Mecha, Gerald's Movements came to a quick halt as he teetered from side to side trying to regain his balance. The Dissipated Fog finally kicked into his mind, He came to a firm and sturdy stance and took a quick glance of those about him. Hijikata stood ahead of him, Yamazaki was at his flank and the open sea was in open sight in the horizon. "So the battle has shifted..." He muttered, his anger suddenly fading into oblivion. Gerald began exercising a strict bit of caution; He hadn't relied on his Haki just yet, he became a bit skeptical of what's to come.

Spoiler: DPR

DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

"...If that Agent had enough time to attack me then that would mean my Robots have been completely destroyed, It's such a shame. Well no, not only is it a shame that my creations are down; My mecha will succumb to a similar fate if I don't fight carefully." He monologued, his mecha stood motionless. It had recovered from the sudden intrusion of Yamazaki's hit, it rested in a boxing position. It's stance sufficiently wide with Gerald's left leg taking the leading initiative. His Arms were close and tucked strongly; he needed a new course of action and he also had to be wary of the Agents he was facing.

 

[God_Usopun]

The Hunt Part #21 @Lamby​

The gilded giant loomed across the battlefield, a mocking testament to their enemy's power. For hours, the CP3 agents had danced around it, striking at its flanks and chipping away at its defenses while waiting. Waiting for that fleeting opportunity, that sliver of hope in the steel-clad nightmare.

And then, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow on the carnage, it appeared. A miscalculation? A momentary lapse in the machine's defenses? It was a crack in the mountain, a whisper in the storm, and it was all they needed.

A primal thrill surged through them, a mix of fear and exhilaration. This was it. This was the dance they'd been rehearsing, the fight they'd been training for. To miss it, to hesitate, meant failure, meant succumbing to the metallic titan.

So, with a shared, unspoken understanding, they charged.

Steel shrieked its battle cry as the CP3 agents descended, a hurricane of purpose aimed at the gilded monstrosity. Grit scraped their teeth, and smoke clawed at their lungs, but their eyes burned with cold resolve. Each movement was a coordinated assault, a calculated blow designed to wound and overwhelm. They wouldn't give the machine a chance to recover, a moment to assess the damage.

At the forefront, Hijikata moved like a wraith, his twin blades weaving a tapestry of shadows and death. Each strike whispered with the promise of oblivion, aimed at tendons and hidden joints, seeking to flay the machine open. His face, usually stoic, was etched with predatory hunger, a grim smile playing on his lips despite the sweat stinging his eyes. He knew their only hope lay in relentless aggression, pushing the machine beyond its capacity to react.

Beside him, Yamazaki was a whirlwind of fury, his katanas flashing like silver lightning through the haze. His screams, a guttural mix of anger and pain, mirrored the metallic screech of the mecha as he carved into its hide. Exhaustion tugged at his muscles, each parry leaving him panting, but his will to fight remained an inferno. He danced on the edge of his exhaustion, knowing each blow brought them closer to victory, closer to silencing the machine's roar.

Ichimura, the ever-calm eye of the storm, danced a different macabre dance. His precise and controlled blades probed for weaknesses, exploiting mechanical flaws with chilling efficiency. His face was a mask of cold determination despite the growing fatigue gnawing at his bones. He knew his role was not just to wound, but to cripple, to leave the machine open for his companions' final strike.

The agents staggered, bloodied but unbroken, their resolve hardening with each near miss. They pressed forward, their attacks a relentless tide, drowning the machine in a wave of coordinated fury.

Sweat streamed down their faces, mingling with the grime of battle. Muscles screamed in protest, lungs burning with the acrid taste of exertion. Yet, they surged forward, fueled by desperate hope and a shared hatred for the metallic behemoth that loomed before them. This was their dance, their lament, and they would see it through to the bitter end, each strike a defiant roar against the encroaching darkness.

The battle raged, an inferno consuming the clearing. The battered but not broken agents pressed their assault, each strike a defiant roar against the encroaching darkness. They were the storm against the mountain, the ember against the gale, and in their hearts burned the unwavering hope that even the mightiest machine could fall, could crumble under the unrelenting weight of their combined purpose.

 

[Lamby]

The Hunt #22
@God_Usopun​

"...This is bad." Muttered Gerald, his thought momentarily overshadowed by a loud clang mercilessly emanating from a monstrous clash between himself and the overbearing Agents. For hours he'd fought with them, his original course of action was to take the island and reap of it's goods in the name of his ferocious captain; Sweet Einsauer however things to a turn for the worst once he had properly absorbed the gravity of the situation.

CLANG!
Rung the screeches of a devastating clash of blade and Mechanical fist...

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Gerald's foot steps thunderously slammed along the devastated concrete ground, he began taking notice of the chinks and brutal gashes in his armor; literally and figuratively. His anger had subsided and now, he could properly assess the situation right before his very eyes. His stamina was beginning to run low, burning through his reserves through continuous usage of his various forms of haki however without them; he wouldn't have stood a chance...

"This is bad! If I hadn't paraded around the battlefield; rampaging foolishly I could have shifted the tides of battle into my favor. The Mecha has sustained too much damage, without it; I won't be able to take all them at once." He monologued, he was being subdued thanks to the combined efforts of the Agents. Defensively pacing back words with his arms tucked; groggily bobbing and weaving the combined assaults of both Yamazaki and Ichimura. In came Hijikata! Silently traversing the field to have effortlessly cleaved through the back foot of the Mecha; aiming at where one's Achilles heal would be.

"Tch-" He uttered, a bead of sweat dripped down the left side of his face. He flashed his observation haki, gaining an innate awareness of the surrounding Agents whilst also gaining a precognitive boost; he gained a proper understanding of their moves and with what he had left, he attempted to escape! He wove their slashes, keenly he awaited Hijikata's sneaky assault and thus baited him. Shifting his pace at the last moment to swiftly Cross-up the swordsman; it was opening, he leapt for it.

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Without a second ounce of hesitation Gerald ran, utilizing his bounce boots; he was capable of covering a mass amount of distance though he possessed equivocal speeds to the Agents of CP3. "This was all my own fault, I could have changed the course of battle had I kept a level head. Now look at me, fleeing." He muttered to himself, his pride was immediately humbled. "I have to leave, Immediately; if not then my Mecha will fall, I can already hear the gears of it's hinges cry and yearn for rest as the stress of this confrontation have begun wearing them thin. I'm not skilled enough yet, if I don't leave now I'll be swallowed up by them; atleast it's only a matter of time until they catch up to me. Let me make it count."

Gerald's trajectory lead off to the metallic casing which sat at the outskirts of the island; He didn't bother collecting the remains of his robots. They've been defeated, there's no team to examine where they went wrong. With the little advantage he had left, he came upon the case. He wasn't too sure whether or not the Cotton Blossom remained on the outskirts of the Marine base but he didn't have time to take that gamble. Coming to a sudden stop, right at the case, with his momentum carrying over he punted the Gigantic Case right off the outskirts of CP3! Though denting the casing, he sent it flying off and out to sea.

"WOAH, WHAT THE HELL?!" Shockingly exclaimed Boomburst, the innards of the casing wailed and softly cried as a flash of red; screamed warning within his ears. He had no proper understanding of what had just happened but the shaking of the casing only hinted to something detrimental unfolding outside of it.

"That makes one... Hopefully the trajectory I sent the casing will allow it to close in on the Cotton Blossom but as for me... There's only one thing left to do..." He monologued, the threat of the Agents loomed over him. His sudden epiphany was quite contradictory to the confidence he once showed before. His leg dropped to the concrete ground, it crumbled around his boot leaving an indent; "Dammit..." He muttered right before leaping off into the Waters! The Mechanical Titan subtly sparked as he confidently paddled out to sea. He needed time, time to re-group and to rekindle his methods.

 

[God_Usopun]

The Hunt Part #22 @Lamby​

As the golden form of the mecha receded into the mist-shrouded sea, bewilderment washed over the agents. The fog of battle slowly lifted, revealing a battlefield scarred by the ferocity of the clash. Twisted metal and smoking engines were the silent testaments to EG-471 and FR-471-B's final stand.

Exchanging grim glances, Hijikata, Yamazaki, and Ichimura grappled with frustration and steely resolve. The chase was on, and they wouldn't let their elusive target escape this close.

"He's heading out to sea! Follow him!" Hijikata's voice cracked with urgency, slicing through the tense silence. His gaze locked on the fading silhouette, determination hardening his jaw. "He's wounded, this is our chance. Let him regroup, and we'll face a far deadlier enemy later."

But Yamazaki countered, his voice laced with caution. "Hijikata-san, chasing blindly is risky. What other tricks does he have? We have wounded comrades, some lying critical. Prioritizing them and regrouping is prudent."

Caught between their viewpoints, Ichimura interjected, "He is a threat, and letting him slip away invites future trouble. Yet, Yamazaki is right. Our team's well-being can't be ignored."

The debate raged, each presenting valid concerns. The delicate balance between pursuing the enemy and ensuring their survival hung precariously. Hijikata, consumed by the mission, remained adamant. Yamazaki, haunted by the battle's toll, pressed for caution. Ichimura sought a pragmatic solution.

Meanwhile, the mecha's form dwindled closer to the horizon.

After a heated exchange, a collective decision emerged. The sight of their fallen comrades swayed the tide. Even Hijikata, his face etched with frustration, conceded.

"Fine," he growled, his voice heavy. "We regroup. But remember, once our wounded are treated, we're back on his trail. He won't escape us."

Yamazaki, relieved by the pragmatism, nodded. "Treating our own comes first. We'll be of no use chasing him weakened."

Ichimura, a bridge between the two, concluded, "Agreed. Swiftly tend to our wounded, then resume the pursuit prepared. No more surprises."

With newfound unity, the agents shifted their focus from the vanishing enemy to the immediate needs of their team.

 

[Lamby]

The Hunt #23
@God_Usopun​

Is that it? The mighty Gerald Yopenheimer with his glamorous exhibition at the very start of this scuffle, now reduced to a man retreating with a sullied pride. Well his temporal withdrawal from the battle was a calculated endeavor, his robots had fallen and his mecha would have met a similar fate had he not switched strategies.

Deep within the ocean, spume of water shot into the sky; it was the metal casing Gerald had kicked off the shores of CP3. The flag of the cotton blossom waved elegantly a few meters away as the swabbies spotted the spume from afar. "THAR SHE BLOWS!" Shouted one of them, another made their way to the crows nest, expanding a metallic spyglass they investigated. "Aye! Is it a sea beast? We can't be attracting anymore of those now that Sweet's gone off to her quarters. We don't have anyone capable of taking it down, please bare some good news." Inquired a swabby, yellowing from the deck.

"No! It's no sea beast." He swiftly replied, keeping his eye on the waters from his vantage point. A water droplets rained and trickled as it came to reveal a slick silver metallic casing that had begun sinking below the water surface. "What the hell is that-" He softly muttered.

The case sank below the water surface only to dramatically rise, it flew out of the water and came right for them! "AH! CLEAR THE DECK!" He shouted. The swabbies fearfully looked about and they scattered, the casing smacked the Cotton Blossom, causing a heavy teeter of the massive vessel. It had almost capsized though just narrowly escaping sinking as it leveled and bobbed from side to side upon the sea, the swabbies shrieked in terror. They could be seen cowering and holding on to the railings of the ship, out from the waters sprung the gilded mecha Gerald!

A low and menacing "whurr" haunted the deck, intimidating the swabbies. A long strip of sea weed hung over the shoulder of the massive mecha. "Dammit!" Loudly exclaimed Gerald from within the contraption, it puffed and steamed open. Water leaked from it's armor and sparks of electricity flew about it's opened cockpit, frantically the gilded knight ran about investigating the damage caused to his machine.

The swabbies were too stunned to speak after all, he was one of the stronger members of their crew. "You guys! Give me a hand here." He loudly demanded of them, he pointed at a pair who had been cowering on the northern side of the vessel; considering that their positioning faced them west, the hesitated but immediately ran to his aid...

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"I won't fail..."​

A few hours had gone by, the cotton blossom still roamed the outskirts of CP3; though a completely reckless idea Gerald was not finished with his mission. The gleaming bright orange hue of the setting sun ceased it's beautiful descent and now the thickness of night were upon them, it was another late night watch on the Cotton Blossom though with the gigantic casing on the it was quite hard to focus. Gerald was not with them, no-no; he went back to the base. He still had a job to do and this time he had a proper plan of action.

The ocean softly sang it's lullaby, the waves rolled and flew and slapped against the island. The sea breeze softly danced across the waters and unto the main land, it was peaceful and quiet.

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"I will have your heads, one day but not today..." Softly muttered Gerald. He had enough time to rest and recuperate and now it was prime time to fight once more; alas this was a covert operation. He arose from the sea within a roughly patched Mecha, he modified the bounce boots to cushion his foot steps and thus make them considerably softer. "I had quite a bit of a scuffle with these lot and I landed some great hits on them, surely they'll have camped out somewhere as they try to figure out what to do next." He monologued, he fired up his observation haki and began scanning the isle.

The thick debris of the broken main base littered across a mass of the island, his bright colours would make it considerably difficult to find especially in the moonlight and so he was only limited to hiding away behind any big structures he could. A bright light illuminated a small area within the vast debris; it seems as though the shattered concrete was moved and placed in a manner to create a camp. Gerald was sure of it, he moved in closer; his observation haki in full swing could do most of the work for him. He could sense them, all the Agents gathered in one spot including... Kondo!

"TEREH-HI-HI-HI-HEH..." He softly cackled within the hollow cockpit of his mecha. "Jackpot, I don't think I'll be able to rush in like last time. It'd be foolish to do a repeat of what I had done; it's night, I assume this is when they'd be resting. If I remember correctly I need 2 agents and Kondo to be properly rewarded, I need a distraction though..." He thought.

 

[God_Usopun]

The Hunt Part #23 @Lamby​

Haunting howls echoed in the distance, pulling the CP3 agents' focus from their compromised camp. Led by Kondo, they retreated to investigate the source, the potential threat lurking in the shadows now taking precedence over the broken base.

Back at the camp, a tense silence hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the groans of the wounded. One agent, their skilled medic, treated injuries sustained in the earlier confrontation with Gerald's formidable mecha. Despite the pain, vigilance remained etched on their faces.

Kondo's gaze darted around, wary. "We can't afford to relax," he barked, his voice contrasting sharply with the stillness. "Treat the wounded quickly, but stay alert. That pirate won't hesitate to exploit this weakness."

The medic worked with practiced efficiency, bandages, and healing agents, a blur in their hands. Yamazaki and Hijikata, their nerves on edge, formed a defensive ring around the camp, determined to prevent any opportunistic attacks during their moment of vulnerability.

 

[Lamby]

The Hunt #24
@God_Usopun
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"But would a distraction be enough?" He thought, second-guessing his original plan of action. From his observation haki he was fully capable of detecting all eight agents both situated and stationed at the edges of the campsite and within beds resting; or so he guessed considering the kinds of presences each of them emitted. It was only a matter of time before Gerald's gigantic Mecha would be spotted; afterall he was hard to miss.

"I don't have any gadgets on me as of now, all I have. All I have left is my final missile within the launcher." He thought, the mecha's right should softly huffed it transfigured wide open revealing the launcher. As quietly and gently as he could he unloaded the launcher and grasped the final missile within his palm. "If I do this correctly, I'd have triggered a point back explosion on exactly two agents trying to recuperate and the shockwave will knock over the pair that are tending to their wounds as well as stunning the others including Kondo. From a point blank range however that may just chip of the hinks of my Mecha's armor as well as put me in a state of ragdoll. It has to be from a distance, a distance at which I can absorb the shockwave and dash straight into the smog."

"A go for broke surprise attack, use the missile to cause major damage and whilst they try to figure out what's going on I use the debris and after effects of the shockwave to get what I need then leave. What are the possibilities that I am unsuccessful in this;

• There is a slight chance that a sole agent would be left standing; the stun would be improbable in it's effects and I'd be intercepted and from them time will continue to tick until I have enough to get away.​
• There is also the slight probability that my fire power isn't enough to take them out in one go.​

I might have to throw it from a trajectory that allows the hit to hit the floor so that the heat and kinetic energy distributes evenly or unevenly in my favor. There are only two ways of doing that though-" His thoughts had paused. An agent had suddenly moved, trailing to the edges of the camp ready to scout. Gerald was running out of time... He shimmed over, though not going to far of a short distance since he would inevitably alert the lone scout.

"Definitely No time." He muttered.

He headed off, adjacent to where the agent had poked out of and girded himself. He trekked quietly retreating from the wall whilst keeping low, He fell to one knee; an odd position but one that was quite effective for what he wanted do next. He aligned the missile like a javelin; he was only a fraction of a meter away from the large and angled debris... And he threw it!

ching... BOOM!

Spoiler: DPR

61-80: 2. Small Building Level +(B) = 101-119: 4. City Block Level

Vs Gerald's Mecha
101-119: 4. City Block Level vs 120: 5. Town Level = DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

A bright flash fell upon the battlefield, a shockwave emanated from the outer wall of the camp; encapsulating it's entirety. A combustive cloud of fire then turned smog sprung outwards and upwards and there Gerald took his shot, He flashed his observation Haki once again and kept it lit. He rose from the stun of the shockwave, his bounce boots primed for action; he dashed into the thick smog!

Like a raging bull he dashed through like a rushing force, he could sense the disturbed presence and worsened states of their wounded; he ran for them first. He untucked his mecha's gargantuan arms; moving with an uncanny swiftness he reached for their bodies!

 

[God_Usopun]

The Hunt Part #24 @Lamby
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The earth shuddered with a loud crack. The shockwave from the explosion ripped through the camp, disorienting Agent Tanaka. Acrid smoke stung his nostrils, blurring his vision. Through the haze, the hulking form of Gerald's mecha loomed, its shadow swallowing the wreckage below. Panic clawed at Tanaka's throat. Their formidable leader, Kondo, lay crumpled amidst the debris, incapacitated by the blast.

The weight of responsibility settled heavily on Tanaka's shoulders. With Kondo out of commission, it fell to him to pick up the pieces. But before he could formulate a plan, Gerald's mecha lurched forward. Its massive arms snatched Kondo and two injured agents in a swift, horrifying display of power.

Despair choked Tanaka. Without Kondo, they were hopelessly outmatched. All they could do now was regroup the remaining agents, tend to their wounded, and salvage what remained of their mission.

 

[Lamby]

The Hunt #25
@God_Usopun​

The surrounding smoke loomed, it swirled and filled the night sky; their campfire went dead and their camp was in shambles... But Gerald's mission was a success! Or at the very least, his plan of action was, within the Chaos he reached for their wounded; Saito and Hijikata incorporating his observation haki he also grabbed Kondo within the mix and he dashed off! Reading the innate positions of each of the downed Agents as a collective he made his escape whilst masked by the thick fog. He utilized his bounce boots, leaning forwards within his sprint to angle each kick of his legs to ensure that they propel him forwards!

He curdled the injured Agents and Kondo in the arms of his Mecha and he shot for the edge of the island, "Wait!" He had mentally exclaimed.

"How am I going to get them to the ship if I have to swim?!" He thought he was worried that the agents would chase after him; the ocean was fast approaching and Gerald was running out of time... He short hopped, and smashed into the ground; the concrete cracked and weakened and indented, instinctively he raised the curdled agents as to not damage them any further he momentarily squatted... Before leaping off the island! He shot into the sky at an acute forty-five degree angle sending him outwards to sea. He disappeared into the blackness of night, dully lit by the gracious moon.

Who knows the outcome of the agents without their leader; their island was ravaged by the likes of Gerald Yopenheimer but will this be the last. They'll ever hear of him?