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[G-2]
Post 4 - @Aro
The inferno illuminated the chaos of the battlefield, casting flickering shadows across the ruined structures of G-2. Flames licked the air as Aro’s attack, the Flaming Spears of Light, surged forward—a barrage of fiery blades tearing through the smoke-filled sky toward the gathered marines.
Vice Admiral Comil stood at the forefront, his coat billowing in the heated gusts. His sharp eyes locked onto the incoming onslaught, calculating the trajectory of each spear with precision. The marines behind him braced themselves, their morale bolstered by the presence of their commanding officer.
Without hesitation, Comil stepped forward, planting his feet firmly. His voice rang out, calm but commanding. “Marines, hold the line. I’ll handle this.”
Drawing in a steady breath, he infused his legs with Armament Haki, the dark sheen enveloping them in a protective layer. With a swift, practiced motion, he unleashed a powerful "Rankyaku", the compressed air blade enhanced with his Haki slicing through the air toward the flaming spears. The sheer force of the attack created a shockwave that rippled outward, clashing with the Lunarian’s flames in a violent explosion of heat and energy.
Comil DPR = 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + dpr a/+3 + 2 = Mountain Level
Result = Attack is 3 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 2~DPR
Island Level vs City Block Level Dura
Result = DPR 2 or more higher than dura: super effective
Result = Attack is 3 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 2~DPR
Island Level vs City Block Level Dura
Result = DPR 2 or more higher than dura: super effective
The collision lit up the battlefield, a deafening roar echoing as the flames were scattered. Yet the price of such a counter was steep. Comil staggered slightly, his coat singed and his maroon suit torn in places. A deep gash stretched across his left shoulder, crimson blood seeping through the fabric and dripping onto the scorched ground below. His dark skin glistened with sweat, and a shallow burn marred his forearm where the flames had grazed him. Despite the pain and the blood trailing down his arm, he stood tall, his mustache twitching as he wiped his brow with his uninjured hand.
“That’s all you’ve got?” he muttered under his breath, his tone a mix of defiance and determination.
Behind him, the marines erupted into cheers, their confidence renewed by the Vice Admiral’s display of strength. Comil turned his head slightly, addressing Rear Admiral Kadar without breaking his gaze from the Lunarian.
“Kadar, ensure the civilians are evacuated. I’ll hold him here.”
“Yes, sir!” Kadar replied, his voice filled with urgency as he rallied the remaining forces to carry out the Vice Admiral’s orders.
Comil’s eyes narrowed as he refocused on the towering figure before him. The flames around the Lunarian flickered ominously, casting an otherworldly glow on his silhouette. The Vice Admiral took a step forward, ignoring the searing pain in his limbs and the blood now staining the ground at his feet. He raised his voice, loud enough to cut through the crackling flames and the distant shouts of his men.
“You’ve caused enough destruction here, Lunarian,” Comil declared, his voice steady despite the strain in his body. “If you think you can break us, you’re sorely mistaken.”
The battlefield seemed to pause for a moment, the two warriors locked in an unspoken challenge. Comil’s unwavering resolve clashed with the Lunarian’s quiet, menacing presence, the air between them charged with tension. As the fires raged on, the stage was set for a confrontation that would test the limits of their strength and will.