- Messages
- 4,499
- Reaction score
- 10,550
- Points
- 12,100
- Salty Doubloons
- 2,050
Impel Down @Ichimonji
Dock
Zalera was discovered, and he looked for a way to even the odds should he move upwards. The marines knew he needed this deck, and so they knew he dared not risk damaging this ship. They had only needed to wait, but in that turn they gave the pirate time to prepare. Time to show his craftiness. Zalera once he started to look around noticed that he was on the exact floor he needed to be. Several cannons were laid out in front of their closed windows, awaiting their eventual fire. A weapons cache or something long those lines he would not find on this floor, he'd only find the iron balls and their munitions casked next to it. It had some gunpowder, but not a mountain's worth of it, naturally. Zalera could start his plan, but he'd equally hear those above moving and running around. The marines up top were also planning something, but what he could not detect, not even with his skilled application of mantra.
Level 3
Magellan looked on with a boiling anger at the death of one of his subordinates. Cruel, respectless and clearly done as an act to make him furious. The Warden, while seething internally, kept the lid on his anger and pushed it back down. There was a time and place to draw from that boiling pot, but now was not the time. Crocodile would funnel the poison fog towards level 4 clearing the area and impeding one of Magellan's plans. Spada began to play for Orphan, increasing their abilities in the hopes of blitzing through the Warden's forces. " Now! GUARDS OF IMPEL DOWN. LET'S GET THEM!"
This was it, the final clash between Orphan and the Impel Down forces. Spada would notice that behind Magellan, various red eyes would pop up in existence. The Impel Down guards through their masks and equipment looked like a brigade straight out of hell. Magellan would take off his horns and grabbed them like brass knuckles. La Spada would come down with a slash towards the Warden, who in response brought forth his right arm. The two generals clashing in the middle as their subordinates equally clashed in the background.
The forces of Orphan would come under the assault of heavy gun fire, each round consisting of an incredibly high fire grade. Those who managed to go around for a flank would be shelled by explosions blasting up poisonous gas. It was meant to suppress and pin down the pirates who were ill equipped for war. Their arms only consisting of either the dreams make shift weaponry or the lower grade arms of Impel Down. The weapons fired and aimed by men and women who were intensively trained, far beyond the regular fodder that would walk the halls of Impel Down.
But these weren't the normal Impel Down guards. This was the hell unit, those who could stand beside Magellan longer than a regular individual. A combat squad only initiated when the highest security alarm has been sounded. And they only fight once, for they fight till death.
Zephyr and Crocodile, who, arguably, were the strongest pawns in this war, would find themselves occupied by the two strange fellows who stood beside Magellan. Their physique, however, shifted from scrawny looking to nearly beefcake size. Inhaling something through the mask that was equipped on their head, whatever it was, it augmented their physical stats through the roof. Even Zephyr would note that their strength was formidable and that they wouldn't be able to walk over this squad like they figured.
Back in the centre of the floor, poison would start to coat Magellan, who had found himself to lose the clash in strength. Spada by far eclipsed him in that department. "Venom Stomp" The Warden would say as from his back a massive arm spawned, only for it to come swinging down with incredible force. A palm strike aimed to engulf Spada's entire being. The centre of the hand coated in armaments. Boosting the man's attacking power.
The attack more or less aimed to separate the two champions, and should it find success in that regard would allow the Warden to speak once more. And perhaps the final time, as he did not enjoy idle chatter. "I see you're dragging dead weight with you, Spada. Or at least your members seem to still cling onto a shred of humanity. She begged for mercy that one, grovelling below my feet. But you shall not find that with Impel Down. We shall fight until our very last breath, dismantled piece by piece what's left will not decease"
Dock
Zalera was discovered, and he looked for a way to even the odds should he move upwards. The marines knew he needed this deck, and so they knew he dared not risk damaging this ship. They had only needed to wait, but in that turn they gave the pirate time to prepare. Time to show his craftiness. Zalera once he started to look around noticed that he was on the exact floor he needed to be. Several cannons were laid out in front of their closed windows, awaiting their eventual fire. A weapons cache or something long those lines he would not find on this floor, he'd only find the iron balls and their munitions casked next to it. It had some gunpowder, but not a mountain's worth of it, naturally. Zalera could start his plan, but he'd equally hear those above moving and running around. The marines up top were also planning something, but what he could not detect, not even with his skilled application of mantra.
Level 3
This was it, the final clash between Orphan and the Impel Down forces. Spada would notice that behind Magellan, various red eyes would pop up in existence. The Impel Down guards through their masks and equipment looked like a brigade straight out of hell. Magellan would take off his horns and grabbed them like brass knuckles. La Spada would come down with a slash towards the Warden, who in response brought forth his right arm. The two generals clashing in the middle as their subordinates equally clashed in the background.
The forces of Orphan would come under the assault of heavy gun fire, each round consisting of an incredibly high fire grade. Those who managed to go around for a flank would be shelled by explosions blasting up poisonous gas. It was meant to suppress and pin down the pirates who were ill equipped for war. Their arms only consisting of either the dreams make shift weaponry or the lower grade arms of Impel Down. The weapons fired and aimed by men and women who were intensively trained, far beyond the regular fodder that would walk the halls of Impel Down.
But these weren't the normal Impel Down guards. This was the hell unit, those who could stand beside Magellan longer than a regular individual. A combat squad only initiated when the highest security alarm has been sounded. And they only fight once, for they fight till death.
Zephyr and Crocodile, who, arguably, were the strongest pawns in this war, would find themselves occupied by the two strange fellows who stood beside Magellan. Their physique, however, shifted from scrawny looking to nearly beefcake size. Inhaling something through the mask that was equipped on their head, whatever it was, it augmented their physical stats through the roof. Even Zephyr would note that their strength was formidable and that they wouldn't be able to walk over this squad like they figured.
Back in the centre of the floor, poison would start to coat Magellan, who had found himself to lose the clash in strength. Spada by far eclipsed him in that department. "Venom Stomp" The Warden would say as from his back a massive arm spawned, only for it to come swinging down with incredible force. A palm strike aimed to engulf Spada's entire being. The centre of the hand coated in armaments. Boosting the man's attacking power.
81-100: 3. Large Building Level+ A(3) +2 = 8. Island Level
Demon Smash/ Major poison
Demon Smash/ Major poison
The attack more or less aimed to separate the two champions, and should it find success in that regard would allow the Warden to speak once more. And perhaps the final time, as he did not enjoy idle chatter. "I see you're dragging dead weight with you, Spada. Or at least your members seem to still cling onto a shred of humanity. She begged for mercy that one, grovelling below my feet. But you shall not find that with Impel Down. We shall fight until our very last breath, dismantled piece by piece what's left will not decease"
"FOR WE ARE IMPEL DOWN THE WARDENS FROM HELL!"
