Mark Golben, son of Yopenheimer and another... Faced with the perilous duo, one of the many merciless dogs employed by the world government to maintain order, kept his composure and met their fangs with his own. Soji's movements were incredible, his technique flawless but as an adversary, he was not much to fear. In brief moment it took for Okita to launch Mark lifted his blade overhead, the two had come into close contact; at hypersonic speeds Soji unsheathed his katana from it's scabbered and swung aiming for Mark's Torso!
SKRRREEEE-
The sharp shirek of metal piercing the air as a vacuum wave began to manifest around the weapon. Without hesitation; showcasing excellency of his own in his swordsmanship, he gripped his blade tightly incorporating armament Haki, imbuing his blade with his life force and he brought it down from above!!
DPR: 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + D(0) + Armament Haki(2) = 101-119: 4. City Block Level
101-119: 4. City Block Level vs 101-119: 4. City Block Level
Equal DPR: Attacks cancel each other out, though the area around the clash may still take damage.
CLANG!!!
Metal on metal, blades met, they clashed and appraising their respective strengths it sung! A shockwave echoed from their brief clash and both parties soon departed, Soji's momentum carried him through with his leap, and he landed behind of Purple Haze. "That's a new form of swordsmanship, Iajutsu maybe?" He briefly thought, still employing his observation haki. Just then, Mark felt a minor pulse from his brain. "Tch- What?" He mentally questioned shrivelling his face in minor pain under his mask.
He continued with his observation haki regardless of this, it was still relatively new for our young ninja. He sensed Tani, the latter of the pair fast approaching, following Soji's aggressive welcome. He took a deep breathe, his superhuman lungs sucking in surrounding air, and he used total concentration breathing...
FLASHBACK:
"Total Concentration Breathing is the essence of the Kata and uses air to revitalize the muscles through a strong diaphragm and a flexible pair of lungs. This excess of air excites the entire body thus allowing you to perform superhuman feats, though the essence of this technique comes from the Floridians natural usage of the "Body Polymorphism" technique, you could also deem it a recessive mutative gene since not all bodies can perform the exercise. They might tear themselves wide open; trying to overexhert themselves." Explained Mark, whilst confidently posing a top a collapsed Gerald.
"I'm not overexherting myself in the slightest, *huff huff*, this isn't the first time I've done this. I too possess a scroll of Kata, it's something you have to have once you pass through the right of passage. Although in your case I'm guessing you had to do it early, that's impressive *WHEEEZE, huff huff huff*." Replied Gerald, drenched in sweat. He was laid out flat, he was breathing fast and his lungs felt heavy.
"Yeah it is, though because of your neglect it had to be done."
"...That's not something I'm eager to let go, I still hope to see your mother again. To apologize properly, I only need you to help me sharpen my skills since I've been running amok without my scroll. It probably floated away in the typhoon that marooned me at sea, before I swam across the waters to a nearby island."
"Oh, I have your scroll. You left it on your desk, it was the first thing we found after hearing of your disappearance." Replied Mark.
"What?!" Exclaimed Gerald smacking his fists into the earth, creating tiny craters around his hands.
"Memories..." Quietly muttered Mark in the furthest reaches of his mind, composing himself thanks to the time spent with his father.
"From swordsman to swordsman, alot of our strikes utilize a solid stance and upper body strength. I don't want to be put on the spot, so let's teeter your balance... Water Breathing..."
Fourth Form: Striking Tide (肆しノ型かた 打うち潮しお Shi no kata: Uchishio)
Fourth Form: Striking Tide (肆しノ型かた 打うち潮しお Shi no kata: Uchishio) - The user performs a multitude of slashes in a flowing fashion to release multiple consecutive slashes.
DPR B: 61 Strength, 41 Speed, 61 Mastery
AP: 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + B(2) = 101-119: 4. City Block Level
Mark quickly slashed at the approaching Tani, winding his blade like a river in circular arcs he waved his blade slashing from waistlength down to his feet, aiming deeply wound the adversaries joints and ligaments in swift motion to disarm him quickly. The tip of his sword sporadically met the floor, kicking up short clouds of dust and small debris as he effortlessly moved his blade.
Reverbed the aftermath of their ferocious clash, between the wild Soji and the Lavender Ninja that had come to attack the island. Tani remained in pursuit though he had to give the ninja his praise, for his technique and speed was astronomical, "He may be associated with Gerald Yopenheimer, it is honorless to not acknowledge the skill and speed it takes to fight with such esteem and calmness to match Soji's ferocity." He thought, hiding his emotions with a calm and steady demeanor.
Though this praise is shortlived as the Ninja soon came after Tani! "What? He saw through our battle plan?" He questioned. A reply, deadly but still eerily calm, Purple Haze's winding blade swung and cut, however Tani leapt off the ground flipping over Mark's attempt but unfortunately closing off his window of attack!
He landed behind the armed adversary, quickly spinning about with his blade tightly gripped. He leapt back two paces, Soji shifted his attention slow to attack once more as he silently pondered what had occurred.
Tani swung his blade, "Yakkodori!"
Yakkodori (厄港鳥 Yakkōdori?, literally meaning "Disaster Harbor Bird"): The user launches from his sword a crescent moon-like projectile of compressed air to the opponent with great speed, similar to 36 Pound Cannon.(31 Mastery, 21 Strength) Destructive Potency Rank: C
61-80: 2. Small Building Level + C (+1) = 81-100: 3. Large Building Level
Sending a weaking flying slash, to put distance between the two and slow the pace of the battle. He needed to reconstruct their battle plan as, it has become apparent thanks to Soji, this adversary is not one they can trifle with.
"Soji," he called to his ally. Okita gave him his ear but offered no reply.
"Listen up..."
Back up in the tower, Commander Nagakura's suspicions grew in their tension. "They're equally matched. From up here, that's what I can see. I'm hoping that Yamazaki received my commands, the purple "ninja" is proving to be much greater than I had originally anticipated... And him, that one's definitely Gerald Yopenheimer. His conceit radiates even from meters away from him. I have a strong feeling that this situations going to spiral out of control and fast." He monologued.
Deep down within the corridors of the castle, the lone agent speedily sprinted making it to Yamazaki's quarters; he forced his way through the door slamming it wide open. "Agent Yamazaki, Urgent Orders from Nagakura!" He blared.
Although, Yamazaki was much more composed than the agent that had come to warn him. He had already seen the events unfold from his window, additionally on his wing of the castle he had a clear view... on Gerald Yopenheimer!
"He dodged me..." Calmly exclaimed Mark, he watched Tani retreat as he finished his swing. Steadily he began to recover, slowly lifting his blade. Tani retreaded an extra pair of strides and then released an Air slash! Reflexively he went to protect himself, he held it at an almost complete horiontal, meeting the vertical flying slash to protect himself!
Durability: 61-80: 4. City Block Level
Clash: 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + C (+1) = 81-100: 3. Large Building Level vs 61-80: 4. City Block Level
DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective
His defense was strong, his stature staggered a bit as he maintained a relatively low posture with his sword held horizontally. His feet slightly dragged along the floor but immediately he veered it off to the side, where the rushing vacuum met it's end tearing into the earth. "Well of course he dodged me, I can sense his strength and I can see that they're no pushovers either. I'm new to this form of Haki, I can feel it slowly siphoning my stamina. The way it triggers my senses and instincts, it feels unorthodoxically natural but then again, it gives me a migrain to maintain. Maybe it's the level of information I'd have to process at once." He thought, he planted his left hand in the dirt and manevered his lower body. Switching leading legs, he bent his left knee and kept it low as he balanced on his toes whilst the opposing leg was stretched almost perpendicularly from it's opposite.
He was preparing to pounce--- PURU-PURU-PURU-PURU--- PURU-PURU-PURU-PURU--- "Pitbull?" Mentally questioned Mark. He was taken by surprise, though his adversaries had taken the time to speak amongst one another it seems that Gerald possessed a similar motive. Mark turned his head in angst, utilizing the hand holding Sabito, he answered the snail. It crawled up his cowl and spoke.
"KATCHA--I believe I briefed you on our mission prior to stepping foot on the island. Conqueroring- I mean training whilst we have just finished from our time well spent preparing one another for the future. For you it's a new attunement to observation haki and for myself, it's an innate mastery of Life Return."
"With all that being said, I can predict the next few moves of your opponents; it'll make your fight much less difficult however we have company stalking from the concrete canopy. So I trust that once you dispose of those two, I can attack the base and kill the agents situated far off. They'll be a huge liability in our secrecy."
"Father, you're pushing the limits of your responsibilities." He mentally replied, Mark was a bit frustrated. Their culture and mannerisms were at stake, risking this much is going to drag along much more confrontation that needed.
"Copy." He coldly replied, anger taking the holster of his decisions.
"Would it really be wrong if I killed them?" He briefly pondered. This momentary thought opened a pathway to a conflict of ethics that Mark had quickly determined was a waste had he entertained it--- Total Concentration Breathing... Swift Footwork! Our ninja quickly took to the skies, leaping off the ground with immense speed and power, he shot himself into the sky at a clean 45 degree angle; he veered mid-air- he strafed left angling slightly downwards and in a clean consecutive motion, strafed one last time propelling him between his two adversaries!
They were stood close to one another and thus left the open--- Water Breathing Second Form: Water Wheel (弐にノ型かた 水みず車ぐるま Ni no kata: Mizu Guruma)
Water Breathing Second Form: Water Wheel (弐にノ型かた 水みず車ぐるま Ni no kata: Mizu Guruma)- The user leaps forward into the air and performs a front flip, releasing a singular vertical slash in a circular motion. DPR A: 61 Strength, 61 Speed, 61 Mastery
DPR: 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + A(3) = 120: 5. Town Level
Mark tilted his natural axis whilst airborne, concentrating the crux of his momentum and directing it, he attacked. Performing a swift and powerful wheel-like circular slash, aimed at the heads of both agents right as he would come close.
Tani and Okita "bounced ideas off of one another"; or more accurately Tani began a swift break down of Mark's movements. Keeping a close eye on the ninja whilst they spoke, Marks movements were surely unique. His flexibility far surpassed the required reaches of practical swordsman ship, "He really is like a ninja." Proclaimed Okita.
"Regardless of that fact his swordsmanship remains sharp and honed to a point where it reflects the lethality of our own. Though Ninjas aren't taught to attack directly, they're stealthy." Began Tani---
PURU ... PURU ....
"A den den mushi?!" A synchronized thought, a unified inquiry made by both agents. Their tense concentration momentarily interrupted, by a call? The witnessed the Ninja answer the call and to their disbelief--- He spoke to the caller. "Should I be offended?" Whispered Okita to Tani.
"Why?" Replied Tani.
"Well, let's be real. He's having a conversation whilst in duel with us, don't you feel a tad bit disrespected?"
"Well Okita, if I were to be fair on this, we were just plotting on his demise and how to make it happen right infront of him."
"Well--He's not really talking back, he's just listening." Replied Okita.
PURU-PURU-PURU-PURU--- PURU-PURU-PURU-PURU--- "Pitbull?" Mentally questioned Mark. He was taken by surprise, though his adversaries had taken the time to speak amongst one another it seems that Gerald possessed a similar motive. Mark turned his head in angst, utilizing the hand holding Sabito, he answered the snail. It crawled up his cowl and spoke.
"KATCHA--I believe I briefed you on our mission prior to stepping foot on the island. Conqueroring- I mean training whilst we have just finished from our time well spent preparing one another for the future. For you it's a new attunement to observation haki and for myself, it's an innate mastery of Life Return."
"With all that being said, I can predict the next few moves of your opponents; it'll make your fight much less difficult however we have company stalking from the concrete canopy. So I trust that once you dispose of those two, I can attack the base and kill the agents situated far off. They'll be a huge liability in our secrecy."
"Father, you're pushing the limits of your responsibilities." He mentally replied, Mark was a bit frustrated. Their culture and mannerisms were at stake, risking this much is going to drag along much more confrontation that needed.
"Copy." He coldly replied, anger taking the holster of his decisions.
The agents casual conversation quickly turned grim, noting the caller's voice and intentions. Mark moved, his movements were uncanny. They tracked him as he propelled himself through the air, though he still traversed with a blur the agents clearly perceived him---and his intent. Their heads darted upwards, caught in awe by his speed and movements, they were slow to react although as Mark came down from above, they raised their blades and defended themselves.
Clash: 120: 5. Town Level vs 61-80: 4. City Block Level
Verdict: DPR 1 higher than dura: quite effective
The sound of metal slapping metal, their defenses crumbled from Mark's slash and sent their weapons flying off to the side leaving them wide open! Okita and Tani were completely out classed in their brief clash, Okita withdrew his fangs. They staggered however Tani was the quicker of the two to regain his composure. He recovered as fast as he could, Mark; now betwixt the two, was placed in a precarious situation and he had yet to capitalize on it.
"C'mon Okita, we have him now!" He thought hoping Okita would realize the vision he had!
High Above in the Towers
"HE HAS SIX POWERS!" Exclaimed Commander Nagakura. His eyes actively widening in shock and surprise! The stakes had grown exponentially as now, Mark's own showcase of abilities had rattled the enemies!
KATCHA-
Over the comm-link the connection was ended, Pitbull had done his job and it was up to Mark to keep Gerald's Den-Den Mushi safe away from any potential harm. As you have been following, the technologically advanced Pirate had come to this island with a very clear motive in mind, and that was for a conquest, he deluded himself into thinking that this was logical due to his faith. A faith newly sown from his time spent preparing himself over the years, whether it be advances in his cultures techniques or his own innovation either or, his time taken to improve his own skills had spiritually and psychological signs as well.
"It's so wonderful that I have a son, who's admiration runs so deep that he would act with his full trust in me." He thought, stood afar watching the battle quickly unfold between his kin and the agents. "However I think that it would be of best interest that, once Mark disposes of the agents, which wouldn't take much longer, I would need to provide a cover so that their attentions would diversify."
"Situated upon the outskirts of the castle are a few more agents, without Haki you wouldn't be capable of finding them but all inquistive eyes fall either around myself or the confrontation sprung-up by my son. That is fine---" He said, briefly pausing as he was ready to make his move. He unfolded his arms, opting to use his left gauntlet opposed to his right. This is, strange; as from our recollection Gerald was a physical fighter and even once possessed a devil fruit however now--- things have significantly changed---
FLASHBACK
For context... A continuation of Flashback #2
..."Yes, a Gadgetoid plate. It's of my own personal design, this side of the ocean clearly doesn't have any interest in technological advancement as there are just barely any remnants to take proper inspiration from the innovation of these people actively raises my blood pressure, but it's okay. I pulled through with the new type of machinery however its quite costly in respects to it's materials, however the issue of materials will soon come to pass, I'm going to work on a machine that can replicate naturally occurring minerals so I don't have to go mining."
"So, YES! A Gadgetoid Plate, we as Kata, the forefront and adventurers of our people are required by sacred oathe to swear to the secrecy of our own identities. The gilded armor co-crafted by myself and your grandfather, Guilder Ezekiel Yopneheimer, was a special gift meant signigy conceit and showcase how truly unique I was. Acknowledged by the King himself to be an exceptional asset to--- AHEM." He stopped, the weight of situation had hit him once again, he was choked up and the axiety began to pour, no longer a trickle upon his shoulders.
"You were saying? Exceptional asset to???" Curiously inquired Mark, his eyes lighting up as though he'd never heard of that aspect of "The Big Plan".
"N-Nothing! Let's forget I mentioned that at all, don't push me to answer you about it either--- Let's get back to the topic at hand and not the "nitti-gritti" of how somethings came to be. A Gadgetoid Plate is a metallic alloy and also complex mechanical bio-structure, with intricate cogs and connections that allow it to transfigure into almost any object in accordance to overall density, mass and volume of both the amount of Gadgetoid Plate and Object are equivalent. Else you'll get an illegitate copy." Finally he turned about, revealing--- A cube?
"Sometimes I don't doubt your words or your work but, how can a complex bio-structure fold almost seamlessly into a perfect cube?" Asked Mark, he knew his father well enough to put away his curiousities until the time was right. Usually when he would do this, not telling the truth would always bite Gerald and hard.
"You'll see, right now I have to install a "Mother Board." It allows for easy communication of the many features these tend to carry, without a mother board a gadgetoid plate can't properly function and would actually just be a regular chunk of metal. "
"A neat addition to this is that, the plate's don't rust. So when I do create an armor or rebuild the Hot-Dog Suit I can integrate some of the plates. So in the next few months or so---"
His fist retracted into the forearm, the metal widened revealing a plethora of windings and gears, and small shifting plates of metal and quickly Gerald's left gauntlet transformed; out of the socket of the retracted fist sprung two barrels, a prominent large barrel with a split at it's center and smaller directly underneathe... This was his esteemed Ion Blaster!
- directed-energy weapon + 3 magazines[15 bullets] (DPR: A) - 30 invention points
An Ion Blaster, a directed laser blaster that utilizes short bursts of energy-bolts to fire.
(Magazine size x2)
(Unlimited A-rank Bullets)
"---Thanks to the Lord's gift I was capable of mastering yet a new art, I didn't like the flintlocks that circulated throughout the market since they lacked an edge in battle. Rumors were my only source of knowledge since I didn't possess a ship just yet; "Pacifistas" or so they are called, large cold sentient machines with the ability to spit beams of light and to shoot them from their palms. Modelled after the "Tyrant" Bartholemew Kuma. I've never once heard of him but I thank you for the inspiration." He thought.
Gerald was a man with alot of determination and spirit, he honed his abilities the best he could and the best he knew how for the sake of his goals and dreams, and this would mark the first day he would reap it's fruits.
His polished observation Haki granted him an exceptional edge, he could peer through the concrete defenses and see his enemies without having to be wary of them. He saw four agents who hid themselves in the night; Harada, Hattori, Ichimura and Yamazaki however the most intriguing of them all was whom it is he sensed within the confines of the building. Nagakura had himself situated at the highest tower and therefore it was safe to presume that he was observing.
There were a plethora of additional targets within those walls but not all could compare to the peculiarity brought on, by Agent Yamanami. He was afar off, infact he was the closest to Gerald Yopenheimer, "In quick succession, how many of the agents can I force to retreat with one blaster. Let's find out---" Quickly he turned his attentions, extending his left gaunlet and taking a strong pose, the gun charged and quickly ignited a new light; and he fired!
WUUUURRRR-- BLANG---BLANG---BLANG!
Attack Speed: 100 Massively Hypersonic+ Speed
DPR: 81-100: 3. Large Building Level + A(3) = 6. City Level
Three initial shots, the first aimed for the wall above Yamanani to collapse the room, the second and third shots were much lower. The second, to the lower left side of him to injure his leg and the third to cause more damage through it's trajectory!
Ah, yes the spoils of Geralds ingenuity however one must not degrade their quality. Gerald's Ion Blaster fires bolts of condensed energy however due to the amalgamation of said energy the propulsion of each bolt as added a subsequent weight to them. In addition to this, these bolts of energy carry masses of extreme temperatures thus making this an exceedingly lethal weapon. Each shot would exit his barrel with a shockwave, a streak of light would read their trajectory and upon impact they'd tear through the concrete as though a bowling ball had been thrown at extremely hypersonic speeds, whilst also leaving a circular scar; a hot-spot of where the bolt initially made contact and then it would explode releasing the energy after making a second collision--- The room would have crumbled, the surrounding concrete would crack and fall and smoke would ensue as the exploding bolts release their energy!
Commander Yamanami, after having left Nagakura's side he silently, swiftly and skillfully traversed their massive base finding an open room to stalk their main target from a distance. All agents that needed him knew this, however Nagakura had another order; immediately issuing it the very second his confidence wavered in regards to Tani and Okta's performance.
Gerald Q. Yopenheimer, esteemed pirate most recently known for his terrorism on the same base a few months prior had returned to their clutches and therefore, behind all that had just transpired Commander Nagakura wanted to capture the criminal and bring him to justice thus negating the need for such a large bounty and so he issued a command to Yamanami, who had situated himself far-far away in the base however contrary to Nagakura's urgency Yamanami had already shared a similar sentiment and so he placed himself in view of Gerald utilizing the blackness of light and the focus of battle and the torches to hide in plain sight.
The agent that transferred the message was successful in his mission: What had Happened
Deep down within the corridors of the castle, the lone agent speedily sprinted making it to Yamazaki's quarters; he forced his way through the door slamming it wide open. "Agent Yamazaki, Urgent Orders from Nagakura!" He blared.
"...I know, well more accurately I shared his insight and sentiments the very second Gerald Yopenheimer set foot upon this island. Confidently showcasing himself in a new fancy city and a cyclops-like red eye gleaming in the abyssal night. I also have a problem with using torches to light up the island, but that's another story." Replied Yamanami, he was calm and composed his back remained turned to the agent and his eyes were fixated upon Gerald. Eagerly he held his blade, neatly rested and stored away within it's sheathe. His grip steadily tightened as his eyes locked into focus.
"Return to Nagakura and convey your success," he added. His words laced with an indirect coldness a complete contrast to his usual tenderness. End.
Since this was Yamanami's objective he did not pay much mind to anything else that had occurred around him and so Nagakura's discovery would not shock him, however to everyone else-- That's a completely different take. Following Mark's movements, the way he bounced through the air, the way he closed the distance between them and the way he swung his sword--- It painted a very troublesome picture for the Cipher Pol Agents.
Hattori Takeo and Harada, they too noticed; they too shared Nagakura's sentiment about who it is they are dealing with, "Who is this guy?!" Mentally exclaimed Harada, tightly he gripped his spear and in the grey of night he tried his best to maintain his advantage.
"Six powers would imply that this ninja's affiliated with Cipher Pol Division 9, a former memeber perhaps? If it is that he is a former member, how the hell did he escape?!" Softly muttered Hattori. They all had similar shock however only Nagakura had the option to express his dismay since he was furthest away, and so up in the concrete towers; anxiety and tension grew to it's peak
"This is improbable! If that's not Six Powers then I don't know what it is, before I was dispatched and situated at this base I had met some other members who were well-versed in the art. I am also equipped to perform it's techniques hence my speculation, once we capture these pirates I'll have to communicate this to headquarters."
Nagakura rushed into the hallways from his office at the top the tower, he wasn't ready to join the battle just yet but it was brewing
[Down in the Court Yard, where Blades met and Affiliations battled]
Okita had caught unto Tani's plan, or atleast read his movements enough to match his intent. "A pincer?" He questioned, quickly leaning forward and getting into form. He placed all his weight on his leading leg and held his katana firmly in it's sheathe.
"Good, Okita's skills are still sharp...," briefly thought Tani. He too had gotten into form, it was a bit impromptu and the time frame was extremely tight considering the distance between them and Tani's verbal alert however they had enough speed to pull it off---
"Ittoryu Iai: Shi-ShiShi Sonson!"
Ittoryu Iai: Shi Shishi Sonson (一刀流 “居合” “死・獅子歌歌” Ittōryū Iai: Shi Shishi Sonson?, literally meaning "One Sword Style Draw and Resheath Technique: Lion's Song of Death"): A stronger version of his original "Ittoryu Iai: Shishi Sonson". The user swings his sword in a very quick and powerful unsheathe move to slice his opponent. This attack is strong enough to easily decapitate a legendary beast like a Dragon.(41 Mastery, 41 Strength) Destructive Potency Rank: B
61-80: 2. Small Building Level + B(2) = 101-119: 4. City Block Level
The two leapt at Hypersonic speed, a synchronized shockwave emanated from both swordsmen on both sides of Mark! The ground indented from their feet, and the closed in; with a dual unsheathing slash aimed to cleanly decaptiate our young ninja!
[On the other side of things, it took a turn for the worst!]
"I was fully prepared to execute Gerald Yopenheimer the very second he took action, I was prepared for it; afterall he couldn't have gotten that much stronger in the time frame it took him to destroy our base then leave. The seas are a rough and terrible place and worst of all, it takes guts and determination to stand firmly; this sentiment was one of Kondos greatest words."
"And I believed him, men our age aren't meant to be battling like this but we chose to utilize our gifts for the sake of something greater... So how did it come to this?!" Exclaimed Yamanami in thought! The world, it rolled in slow motion for him, he felt his imminent death encroaching upon his life and so he could not escape it.
"It wasn't swift, but I watched Gerald's hand fold away; it had been transformed into some kind of laser canon. He shot it and... I couldn't even see it coming!"
The roof of the room Yamanami stood in quickly crumbled before the might of Gerald's Ion Blaster. His first shot tore through the concrete, it destabalized it's infracstructure whilst also leaving a terrible heat scar through it's path. The Ion bolt tore into the second wall on the other side of the room and then exploded; whilst the other two bolts made their entrances!
The second flew into the room and further destroyed it and the final, narrowly missed completely running through Yamanami's leg although that didn't free him from the damage---
61-80: 4. City Block Level vs 6. City Level
Verdict: DPR 2 or more higher than dura: super effective
The bolt burned a whol through the outer sections of his leg and then crashed into the back wall of the room he stood within, Yamanami had fallen; in pain he screamed in agony as the concrete collasped and fell upon him
This alerted all other agents nearby, as smoke rose into the night sky.
Ichimura and Yamazaki were the quickest to act, they saw the damage and reacted as fast as they could! "What the hell was that?!" Mentally Exclaimed Yamazaki, a sweat bead quickly running down the side of his face as he made his way closer to the perimeter closest to Gerald.
And there he stood, the armed assailant menacingly aiming his newly created weapon at the once sound section of the castle... The shocking sight struck fear into Yamazaki and soon into Ichimura who had came after him, the entire room was carved out and the damage looked too severe to be easily dealt with. In shock they stared at Gerald, their determination diminishing and cracking.
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