Brawl Midnight Watch with Mikami

[Einsauer]

It burned brightly and stained black, Gerald... Could use haki! He swung his Scepter to brutally smack the fish woman right in the face; specifically following in an arc to strike her right cheek first!

The swiftness of the surprise attack staggered the fishwoman's thinking for a moment, the blunt weapon smacked her head to the side, her hair covering her eyes as her vision refocused on the cobblestone below her. She moved her jaw a bit until the audible pop of it going back into place sounded off. Judging by the infuriated, slow turn following the mental recalibration... The attack certainly hurt the pirate captain; that or she was not used to being struck. Sweet's hateful eyes pierced through her hair and directly into Gerald Yopenheimer's heart.

Spoiler: Damage Taken

DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

As tension grew, a few members of the gathered crowd of civilians cheered for Einsauer's defeat. The lavender-skinned fishwoman paid them no attention, instead staying locked on the man who dared strike her. She heaved her arm up around Yopenheimer's scepter hand, a chain dramatically clattering in unison with her arm's movement. She would attempt to tangle the man's arm in the chain before bringing her leg up and placing her heel flat to Gerald's chest, kicking him off and yanking the chain; utilizing her technique essentially in reverse for the same effect.
With a vicious yank of her chain she would attempt to disarm Gerald, literally if necessary.

Apprehend!!: Sweet lassos her chain around an opponent or limb in an attempt to apprehend or disarm them.
Requirements: 81 Mastery, 81 Strength
Destructive Potency Rank: A

@Lamby

 

[Lamby]

The swiftness of the surprise attack staggered the fishwoman's thinking for a moment, the blunt weapon smacked her head to the side, her hair covering her eyes as her vision refocused on the cobblestone below her. She moved her jaw a bit until the audible pop of it going back into place sounded off. Judging by the infuriated, slow turn following the mental recalibration... The attack certainly hurt the pirate captain; that or she was not used to being struck. Sweet's hateful eyes pierced through her hair and directly into Gerald Yopenheimer's heart.

Spoiler: Damage Taken

DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

Nothing but innate sense of fear traversed down the young pirate's spine, she had fixed her jaw with a notable "pop" being heard as she moved her jack back into place. What followed was a slow turn accompanied by a stare, malicious and somewhat scary considering the differences between the two. Gerald, a 7'5" young skypeian in clad in a gilded shroud and the fish woman; Sweet, 9'6" adorned with chains she could chitter and whip like a powerful dictator. Her eyes locked onto him and sent solid spears right through his chest piercing his heart, he hesitated. "Sh**." He mentally exclaimed.

A tense air brewed between the two, the cheerful chimes and cheers of the watching crowd, jeered for Sweet's defeat but little do they know; our gilded good-two-shoes lacked the preparations to do so...

As tension grew, a few members of the gathered crowd of civilians cheered for Einsauer's defeat. The lavender-skinned fishwoman paid them no attention, instead staying locked on the man who dared strike her. She heaved her arm up around Yopenheimer's scepter hand, a chain dramatically clattering in unison with her arm's movement. She would attempt to tangle the man's arm in the chain before bringing her leg up and placing her heel flat to Gerald's chest, kicking him off and yanking the chain; utilizing her technique essentially in reverse for the same effect.
With a vicious yank of her chain she would attempt to disarm Gerald, literally if necessary.

She raised her arm, Gerald flinched and instinctively took a step backwards. Though he was a bit too slow, his leading arm had been caught; she lunged, leading with her leg driving her heel flat in his chest! She yanked the chain in a brutal unison, "Does she want to take my damn arm off?!" He mentally commented, he could feel his right arm actively tug and forcefully lengthen. The chains slid along his gilded gauntlet and hook onto his scepter. He had tensed each of the muscles in his arm, he tried to combat the fishwoman's strength but that seemed to be a foolish decision...

Spoiler: DPR

81-100: 3. Large Building Level +(A) = 6. City Level (121+, Zoans only)
DPR 2 or more higher than dura: super effective

"POP!"
Or at least the beginnings of one, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Prompting him to let go of his scepter, Gerald was unarmed... He grit his teeth in pain however he was not down for the count. He was sent tumbling backwards as the fishwoman had gotten what she wanted, though he had a few moments to himself to find a new course of action. He reached over to comfort his right shoulder and investigate the damage, it hadn't been completely dislocated by any moment sooner and he would have lost it completely. She swiveled his shoulder and forced it back into the socket!

"Y-" He paused to properly clear his throat. "You're strong, I'll openly admit it. What are you, a pirate?"

​

What a complete change in demeanor! What was the root behind it, well it was Gerald realizing the gravity of his situation. Underneath his armor he quivered but before the people and the fishwoman he was stoic and confidently strong. Though would the situation de-escalate?

 

[Einsauer]

The fishwoman was already preparing a follow-up, reeling her arm back once more, when the knight-esque man spoke:

"Y-" He paused to properly clear his throat. "You're strong, I'll openly admit it. What are you, a pirate?"

Sweet Einsauer's sinister smile peeked through, she had a full-read on him now. The way her eyes melted through his armor as if it were made of seafoam, effortlessly piercing through his face-covering armor, it could send a chill up one's spine. Literal or not- she could see his eyes shifting, his heart pounding, his hair rising...
The fishwoman's smirk said it all, she had decided she won the fight the moment Gerald Yopenhimer's stumbled in his speech for even the briefest of moments. He had stumbled into this mess and Einsauer saw that now, he wasn't an arranged bodyguard but she wasn't quite done yet-

She carried through with the swing of her arm, now smiling instead of glaring; new intent was materializing in her mind.
"Strong?" She remarked rhetorically. "You ain't seen anything yet." She said, emphasizing the word 'anything' with an accentuated overhand swing of her arm, bringing the chain up, around and down in a straight arc towards Gerald. Though she wouldn't say it yet- this fight was becoming a test.

Chain Lash!!: Sweet reels back a bechained arm and swings down forcefully striking those in front of her.
Requirements: 41 Mastery, 41 Strength
Destructive Potency Rank: B

The metal links came down fast towards Yopenheimer from above him. Despite the length and heavy material of this chain it moved through the air like a well-fashioned whip. This woman's lean form deceptively packed intense power in every muscle. Even in this attack, Gerald could feel the cold, analytic stare of Sweet- watching his every step and misstep. If not tested, he would feel scrutinized and perhaps even pitied; Sweet Einsauer wasn't holding back, but there was a noticeable shift in her bloodthirsty demeanor.

The crowd started to clear out as the sound of a heavy, HEAVY march seemed to be approaching from the passage that Einsauer had initially emerged from. It sounded as if an entire army was approaching and many of the civilians valued their lives too much to see for whom they fought.

@Lamby

 

[Lamby]

She carried through with the swing of her arm, now smiling instead of glaring; new intent was materializing in her mind.
"Strong?" She remarked rhetorically. "You ain't seen anything yet." She said, emphasizing the word 'anything' with an accentuated overhand swing of her arm, bringing the chain up, around and down in a straight arc towards Gerald. Though she wouldn't say it yet- this fight was becoming a test.

"Good Lord, Heavenly father who peers from the heavenly seat above. Have great mercy on my soul..." He anxiously chanted within the confines of his mind.

The metal links came down fast towards Yopenheimer from above him. Despite the length and heavy material of this chain it moved through the air like a well-fashioned whip. This woman's lean form deceptively packed intense power in every muscle. Even in this attack, Gerald could feel the cold, analytic stare of Sweet- watching his every step and misstep. If not tested, he would feel scrutinized and perhaps even pitied; Sweet Einsauer wasn't holding back, but there was a noticeable shift in her bloodthirsty demeanor.

The crowd started to clear out as the sound of a heavy, HEAVY march seemed to be approaching from the passage that Einsauer had initially emerged from. It sounded as if an entire army was approaching and many of the civilians valued their lives too much to see for whom they fought.

Her movements were sharp and firmly laced with her malicious incentive, Gerald was exceptionally fearful though. It was too fast for him to dodge cleanly, he veered off to his right however the chain had come down much much faster than he'd anticipated. He pulled his arms and instinctively they had hardened, shining bright black in an attempt to defend him; however it had partially gotten through. He was whipped straight into the pavement!

The chain slipped past his fists and struck along his breast plate, leaving a prominent indent in his golden shroud!

81-100: 3. Large Building Level +B(2) = 120: 5. Town Level
DPR 1 higher than dura: quite effective

"COUGH! COUGH!"
Puffed the floridian, downed once again... But not for the count. He threw the chain off of him and got back to his feet; this time more sluggish than before. He stood with his knees slightly bent, his hands atop his caps and his head raised at the fierce fishwoman. "Negotiations are definitely a no go. I don't want to go on the offensive any further, aside from a few wild punches there isn't much that could be added to my fists." He mentally declared.

He got back to his feet and raised his fists. Their clad, pure black gauntlets making their daybue staring the fishwoman right in the face. Gerald had adorned himself in a stern spirit. This was a scuffle afterall.

 

[Einsauer]

Sweet seemed to dismiss the approaching march, seemingly already expecting the cause of the heavy footsteps. Despite the minor ground trembles that seemed to be closing in on this location, the captain's eyes were locked onto Gerald Yopenheimer. "You know much about pirates?" She pried at him playfully.

He got back to his feet and raised his fists. Their clad, pure black gauntlets making their daybue staring the fishwoman right in the face. Gerald had adorned himself in a stern spirit. This was a scuffle afterall.

Sweet Einsauer smiled as the knight rose to his feet, whoever this guy was he wasn't a total pushover. She looked over the stance he had taken up, spiraling her chain with preemptive excitement. An eager smile overtook the fishwoman's face, she waited with her spinning length of chain for Gerald to make a move. The captain wouldn't glean anything from this interaction if she pummeled this stranger into submission without letting him struggle.
"Let's see what you can do besides running!" She quipped. "Ata Ata Ata!"

The deadly length of chain conjured up a nasty wind to accompany the ominous whisper it delivered through the air.
WHoooOOsh

WHoooOOsh​

WHoooOOsh
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@Lamby

 

[Lamby]

Midnight Watch #11​

Sweet seemed to dismiss the approaching march, seemingly already expecting the cause of the heavy footsteps. Despite the minor ground trembles that seemed to be closing in on this location, the captain's eyes were locked onto Gerald Yopenheimer. "You know much about pirates?" She pried at him playfully.

"I know that some pillage and others sail doing whatever they know is right." Replied Gerald refusing to elaborate any further.

Sweet Einsauer smiled as the knight rose to his feet, whoever this guy was he wasn't a total pushover. She looked over the stance he had taken up, spiraling her chain with preemptive excitement. An eager smile overtook the fishwoman's face, she waited with her spinning length of chain for Gerald to make a move. The captain wouldn't glean anything from this interaction if she pummeled this stranger into submission without letting him struggle.
"Let's see what you can do besides running!" She quipped. "Ata Ata Ata!"

The deadly length of chain conjured up a nasty wind to accompany the ominous whisper it delivered through the air.
WHoooOOsh

WHoooOOsh​

WHoooOOsh​

The chain whooshed and waved akin to a helicopter the ferocious fishwoman spun her weapon. Gerald was in no mental state to fight her head on however his options to gain a quick upper hand was swiftly dwindling; it was boiling down to a powerful confrontation between the two, Gerald mentally sighed. His thoughts darted from one end to the other; her weapon caused him to worry... "Well, I'm in too deep." He took a quick breathe in, and he exhaled. His anxious thoughts, his concerns, his doubts; they all had left him. In that moment only one primal urge remained...

That was to fight! With a now completely empty conscious Gerald dashed for Sweet, his composure completely different before. Now with a sound and empty mind, he was now much much more... Confident. Gerald kept his elbows tucked and maintained a perfect running form his sprint kicked almost half the distance away swiftly closing in on the intimidating Sweet!

 

[Einsauer]

"I know that some pillage and others sail doing whatever they know is right."

That was to fight! With a now completely empty conscious Gerald dashed for Sweet, his composure completely different before. Now with a sound and empty mind, he was now much much more... Confident. Gerald kept his elbows tucked and maintained a perfect running form his sprint kicked almost half the distance away swiftly closing in on the intimidating Sweet!

Gerald's shift in demeanor wasn't lost on the chain-twirling pirate captain. Sweet Einsauer chewed over the man's response to her question, her arrogant smile conveyed, before even needing to speak, that she knew better. The man beneath the gleaming suit of armor showed either a great deal of bravery or stupidity- perhaps the perfect concoction of both, encroaching nearer and nearer to the fishwoman laden with long, metal chains.
As she deemed him close enough she responded, both verbally and physically:
"Right-- wrong-- they've got nothing to do with pirates. Pirates do what they want. For example-" She replied knowingly, adjusting the path of her spiraling chain with alarming swiftness. Hoping the dangerous whirlwind of iron she had at the ready as distracting her opponent, she shot out her off-hand to the side, sending her second chain off to maliciously cradle the side of Gerald's armored skull.

"-if I want your helmet off. I TAKE YOUR HELMET OFF!" She snarled. Sweet, with downward flick of her long arm of sinewy muscle and leathery skin, was going to attempt to bring the attached chain-lasso down to constrict and yank the helmet from Gerald's head.

Apprehend!!: Sweet lassos her chain around an opponent or limb in an attempt to apprehend or disarm them.
Requirements: 81 Mastery, 81 Strength
Destructive Potency Rank: A

@Lamby

 

[Lamby]

Midnight Watch #12​

"Right-- wrong-- they've got nothing to do with pirates. Pirates do what they want. For example-" She replied knowingly, adjusting the path of her spiraling chain with alarming swiftness. Hoping the dangerous whirlwind of iron she had at the ready as distracting her opponent, she shot out her off-hand to the side, sending her second chain off to maliciously cradle the side of Gerald's armored skull.

"-if I want your helmet off. I TAKE YOUR HELMET OFF!" She snarled. Sweet, with downward flick of her long arm of sinewy muscle and leathery skin, was going to attempt to bring the attached chain-lasso down to constrict and yank the helmet from Gerald's head.

Sweet's response was quite interesting, Gerald had once taken an oath when it came to the concealment of his identity; though it'd be much easier to recognize his voice, his face was off limits. His armor was his bride, it was his gift and it was the only memory of home he had left. Gerald was no fool; he was used to Sweet's swiftness though some of her movements were difficult to track he could still read them. Gerald Ducked under Sweet's chain and continued his aggress. The distance between them was exceedingly narrow, so much so that attempting to swing her chain would prove problematic as she would be left wide open.

He had no verbal response for the fishwoman instead he had a gift... He stepped-in on the gigantic fishman, his left leg lead the charge and dug into the ground and slid; he swiveled his him and loosed his left arm, he turned and his arm quickly snapped spiraling about; it channeled his momentum and send his armament haki clad fist bare-knuckle right into lower torso aimed at what presumably would be her liver for.... A Body Blow!

61-80: 2. Small Building Level + Hardening(1) = 81-100: 3. Large Building Level

 

[Einsauer]

His armor was his bride, it was his gift and it was the only memory of home he had left. Gerald was no fool; he was used to Sweet's swiftness though some of her movements were difficult to track he could still read them. Gerald Ducked under Sweet's chain and continued his aggress. The distance between them was exceedingly narrow, so much so that attempting to swing her chain would prove problematic as she would be left wide open.

The loud crack of the chains tightening sounded off above Gerald's ducked head, the sound it gave off was akin to that of a fresh bear-trap snapping shut. Captain Einsauer's eyes widened a bit at the reflexes of the man, although at this close distance Gerald would see her unwavering smile; as if she had accounted for him dodging her attack- in truth, while Sweet expected little fight from this man, she smiled due to the promise she saw in this armored person. He closed in quick, weaving through the devilish ribbon dance that Sweet performed, his footwork being undoubtedly impressive for his heavily-armored form. Suddenly Gerald was mere feet from her chest, fist cocked and ready to fire:

He had no verbal response for the fishwoman instead he had a gift... He stepped-in on the gigantic fishman, his left leg lead the charge and dug into the ground and slid; he swiveled his hip and loosed his left arm, he turned and his arm quickly snapped spiraling about; it channeled his momentum and send his armament haki clad fist bare-knuckle right into lower torso aimed at what presumably would be her liver for.... A Body Blow!

Sweet tightened the muscles in her torso, preparing to accept the impending shot to her lower ribcage. As his haki-enhanced fist made impact, she found her footing being lost as her body was lifted a bit from the ground. Her eyes remained coldly locked on her assailant, no fear or surprise to be seen.

Spoiler: DPR

DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

In a manner of reflex over technique, Sweet's arm shot out and attempted to palm the back of the man's head and bring it into a quick uprising knee, and then shoving the man back a bit to put him in her preferred combat range of lashing distance.

Nameless Knee-Strike
Destructive Potency Rank: D

81-100: 3. Large Building Level

@Lamby

 

[Lamby]

Midnight Watch #13​

In a manner of reflex over technique, Sweet's arm shot out and attempted to palm the back of the man's head and bring it into a quick uprising knee, and then shoving the man back a bit to put him in her preferred combat range of lashing distance.

Sweet was quick and though Gerald only factored in the possibility of Sweet forcing a confrontation with her chain; he hadn't fully considered the thought of her striking him from up close. He reeled back his left fist, in an attempt to block the uprising knee he loosened his form. turning his left forearm inwards whilst offering his right forearm for back up support to form a make-shift block. He was pulled in and her knee struck his armored arm!

61-80: 4. City Block Level + Hardening(2) = 101-119: 6. City Level
DPR 2 or more below dura: Not very effective

He emerged unscathed but Sweet had taken hold of the situation, she shoved Gerald forcing him off her; putting a distance between them. Gerald slowly stepped backwards, he tightly clenched his core tucking his upper body to pull himself forward whilst keeping his hands up. He supported himself using his right leg on a backfoot, his cape fluttered from the quick scuffle and he was back to square-one. The threat of Sweet's chain still lingered thought that's... IF she was given an instance to swing at him from a distance, he leaned forward and he rushed at Sweet once again!

​

Gerald's confidence grew, subconsciously of course. The conditioning from his time on Floridia had allowed him the natural sense of battle though he preferred the life of a tinkerer. This was his own, unique style; a style that took great inspiration from an exceedingly popular sport/martial art... Boxing!

 

[Einsauer]

The threat of Sweet's chain still lingered thought that's... IF she was given an instance to swing at him from a distance, he leaned forward and he rushed at Sweet once again!

Both of Einsauer's arms seemed to be winding up from behind her back for an attack when Gerald pursuit made her shift her arms to a more defensive stance instead. The teeth lining her sinister smiler began to clench together a bit as the armored man pushed in at her.
"Y'know-? I don't appreciate you disrupting my example!" She said as her pupils narrowed once more, typically indicated the captain's use of observation haki. This guy was suddenly rushing her down like an savage bulldog charging at a hare, still her gaze turned sardonically sour. Sweet heavily analyzed the approach of the man with her cruel, dark eyes mapping his pace and movements.

The fishwoman plotted an attack of her own; the slick, fishy oil running down her arm giving her an idea. Sweet whipped her arm forward after trying to estimate a precise area on his approaching torso to land a round oily projectiles of semi-transparent, green ichor at bullet-like speed. "Ata Ata Ata!"

Yabusame (literally meaning "Arrow Military Shark"): The user first wets her arm, then she uses her massive strength to throw many drops of water, which are converted into deadly arrows through mere kinetic force.
Requirements: 81 Mastery, 41 Strength
Destructive Potency Rank: A
DPR: 81-100: 3. Large Building Level + DPR: 3 = 6. City Level!

@Lamby

 

[Lamby]

Midnight Watch #14​

The situation had shifted completely, Gerald's determination was one riddled with blind stoicism laced with an instinctual sense for confrontation. Sweet had dragged him into this, her words could only just barely get to him after all... He wasn't thinking.

"Y'know-? I don't appreciate you disrupting my example!" She said as her pupils narrowed once more, typically indicated the captain's use of observation haki. This guy was suddenly rushing her down like an savage bulldog charging at a hare, still her gaze turned sardonically sour. Sweet heavily analyzed the approach of the man with her cruel, dark eyes mapping his pace and movements.

Both parties were skilled in their own rights however Gerald had yet to truly let his powers shine, maintaining an elite level of focus he tapped into another of his own latent abilities. The fruits of his time training on Floridia for as of now he was a Kata, at least in his own eyes he was a Kata and so his adventures, bound to be difficult, were expected to force him to grow or to force his hand.

Gerald flashed his own Observation haki, reddened pupils overshadowed by his helmet. The bullets came and each carried a heavy ill-intent and acute deadliness that threatened or Knight's life. He forced himself to a sudden halt, slamming his boots in the concrete the speedy liquid bullets came at him... but thanks to his abilities he was given foresight, he tracked each of their trajectories but only some could have been avoided. He lifted his arms, keeping them at sharp 90 degree arcs he he swung them; completely akin to multiple upper cuts but holding no definite target, he used them defensively, positioning his arms whilst also keeping a fluid motion.

101-119: 6. City Level vs 6. City Level!
DPR equal to dura: normal damage

The powerful droplets slightly dented his gauntlets and their impacts directly transferred to his arms slightly paining him. The others though, continued to whiz past him; puncturing his cape and tearing holes right through them. Gerald's forearms throbbed, the pain of blocking the onslaught came at a cost. He managed to defend against Sweet's aggress but now his main means of attacking were weakening. "No doubt about it... I'm at my whit's end." He unknowingly uttered.

He slowly unclenched his haki clad fists and narrowed his stance. He stood upright taking a strong step backwards, he wasn't retreating for he knew he could not; instead he stood back. He didn't know what else to do.

 

[Einsauer]

The powerful droplets slightly dented his gauntlets and their impacts directly transferred to his arms slightly paining him. The others though, continued to whiz past him; puncturing his cape and tearing holes right through them.

Sweet followed up behind shortly after throwing her liquid projectiles. The fishwoman rushed forward with both of her chain-toting arms dragging behind her a bit, with a flex of her arms the chains behind her began to wind up for what seemed to be the last attack Gerald would be able to take. Her hands conducted a concentrated surplus of armament haki to her deadly chains, the hissed and rattled in response to the influx of power.

"No doubt about it... I'm at my whit's end." He unknowingly uttered.

He slowly unclenched his haki clad fists and narrowed his stance. He stood upright taking a strong step backwards, he wasn't retreating for he knew he could not; instead he stood back. He didn't know what else to do.

Sweet Einsauer's predatory eyes scanned the armored man, keenly noting his reluctance- his acceptance. Despite the surging adrenaline fueling her as she finalized her approach, the contracted pupils unceremoniously softened. Her arms came up from behind her, two chains swinging up and over alongside.

Double Down!!: Sweet reels back two bechained arms and swings down forcefully striking those in front of her.
Requirements: 61 Mastery, 61 Strength
Destructive Potency Rank: A
DPR: 81-100: 3. Large Building Level + DPR: A/+3 + HAKI: +1 = 7. Mountain Level!!

The twin chains came down swiftly like guillotine blades, they seemed ready to crush Gerald (armor and all) into the stone walkway where he stood. However, Sweet's chains came down on either side of the man in the golden suit; their vicious, haki-coated, metal links digging up shards of stone and puffs of concrete dust in two straight lines. Gerald's admission of defeat had swayed the pirate captain's brutal attack- or perhaps she had been merely waiting for this moment all along.

The metal lines of clasped loops sat in their places of impact, the only thing filling the quiet (as even the approaching march seemed to halt for the moment) being the skittering of settling debris like the feet of a centipede swarm. Looming at her full height, Sweet Einsauer's heart still pounded from looming demands of her waning adrenaline. She looked down at the yielded knight. After a few moments of silence the heavy march proceeded in their direction once again.
Sweet's devious, bladed smile peeked out from her cold visage and soon that smile broke into laughter. "Ata Ata Ata Ata Ata!"

Her chains slowly began retracting, sliding like miniature locomotives along the grooves they left in the ground as her laughter continued. Looping her wrists, she was in the process of recoiling the chains to her arms. "Ata Ata-" She finished laughing for a moment to try to speak, pausing her chain-gathering to wipe a tear of laughter from the crease of her eye. "Not bad at all. You had me going for a bit!"

Sweet winded down her laughter to mere chuckles before shortly glancing up at the man who was presumably still speechless. "You're not a pirate, I take it?" She asked (almost rhetorically) with a raised eyebrow, seemingly brushing aside their scuffle already as a forgotten event, her colorless eyes already transfixed on her coiling chains once more.

@Lamby

 

[Lamby]

Midnight Watch #15​

The twin chains came down swiftly like guillotine blades, they seemed ready to crush Gerald (armor and all) into the stone walkway where he stood. However, Sweet's chains came down on either side of the man in the golden suit; their vicious, haki-coated, metal links digging up shards of stone and puffs of concrete dust in two straight lines. Gerald's admission of defeat had swayed the pirate captain's brutal attack- or perhaps she had been merely waiting for this moment all along.

Like deadly guillotines, Sweet's fangs bore and her whips came down on Gerald from both sides however they struck the grinds. Ripples of wind emanated upwards and dust flickered from them... But they hadn't seemed aimed to take his life. Mentally, he was relieved; had this battle pushed even further he'd surely end up on the wrong side of the sea. "Does that mean she's gonna stop?" He mentally questioned.

Her chains slowly began retracting, sliding like miniature locomotives along the grooves they left in the ground as her laughter continued. Looping her wrists, she was in the process of recoiling the chains to her arms. "Ata Ata-" She finished laughing for a moment to try to speak, pausing her chain-gathering to wipe a tear of laughter from the crease of her eye. "Not bad at all. You had me going for a bit!"

Sweet winded down her laughter to mere chuckles before shortly glancing up at the man who was presumably still speechless. "You're not a pirate, I take it?" She asked (almost rhetorically) with a raised eyebrow, seemingly brushing aside their scuffle already as a forgotten event, her colorless eyes already transfixed on her coiling chains once more.

"It seems she is..." He added, he was attentive. As the chains dragged through the ground grooving the concrete as they returned to their wielder's side she laughed and spoke. Gerald was out-matched here and it's amazing he was capable of doing this much without any of his equipment by his side.

"No. Pirates don't strut around clad in Armor that draws attention." He replied. Dropping his fists and relaxing a bit, his forearms twitched and subtly shook from the impact of the water bullets. His haki dissipated and he took a deep breathe in, "I'm just a man looking for his own adventure." He added.

 

[Einsauer]

"No. Pirates don't strut around clad in Armor that draws attention." He replied. Dropping his fists and relaxing a bit, his forearms twitched and subtly shook from the impact of the water bullets. His haki dissipated and he took a deep breathe in, "I'm just a man looking for his own adventure." He added.

Sweet responded over the rumbling of the march, the stomping now echoed from the same corridor that the fishwoman had come from. Her total lack of interest carried the implication that this encroaching force belonged to her. "I wouldn't be too sure-" She said in reference to the armor. "-drawing attention can have its benefits."
It seemed to the pirate captain in this moment that Gerald's usefulness could go beyond the value of his armor alone. She gave cursory clearing of her throat and then introduced herself with a smile.
"It seems we may have gotten off on the wrong foot." She said as the large man, Mikami, poked his hulking skull around the edge to peek at what was happening.
"I'm Sweet Einsauer, pirate captain." She said approaching Gerald, her coiled chains now in their usual position. "You just so happened to cross our path while we were hunting notorious criminals-" Sweet held up two bounty posters. "-Bonnie and Clyde."

She tucked the papers away into her vest. "They're hidden away like rats at this point."

@Lamby

 

[Lamby]

Midnight Watch #16
@Einsauer​

"It seems we may have gotten off on the wrong foot." She said as the large man, Mikami, poked his hulking skull around the edge to peek at what was happening.
"I'm Sweet Einsauer, pirate captain." She said approaching Gerald, her coiled chains now in their usual position. "You just so happened to cross our path while we were hunting notorious criminals-" Sweet held up two bounty posters. "-Bonnie and Clyde."

She tucked the papers away into her vest. "They're hidden away like rats at this point."

"Ah-" He briefly exclaimed. He instinctually lifted his right arm, it stung and sharply alerted his senses to the damage that had been done. "I'm sorry for intervening then." He bowed showcasing a bit more of respect to the newly introduced Pirate captain. "My name is Gerald. I had initially stepped in to protect the young girl since the dinosaur seemed as though he was attacking. I wouldn't have flown in so blindly had I known what was properly going on, is there any way I could lighten the burden?"

"I have a bit of Beri and I could buy some supplies for you to take back to your ship." He suggested.

 

[Einsauer]

"My name is Gerald. I had initially stepped in to protect the young girl since the dinosaur seemed as though he was attacking. I wouldn't have flown in so blindly had I known what was properly going on, is there any way I could lighten the burden?"

"I have a bit of Beri and I could buy some supplies for you to take back to your ship." He suggested.

Sweet considered the man's suggestion, but she already had a preferred alternative in mind. The fishwoman's crew began to move into the area, leading the way was Mikami the pseudo-giant. She nodded at the thought of beri, responding with usual sly manner of speaking:
"It's not just the beri on their heads, to tell ya' the truth, Gerald." She said, shortly glancing back to her colossal crewmate and the swabbies surrounding him. "It's that they're my competition..."

Sweet's smile stretched wide beneath her shadow-shrouded eyes. "Keep your beri, I insist." She said with a slight change in her infliction. "Perhaps, instead, we can engage in a trade of sorts."

"You're not bad in a fight, I'll give you that. If you'll help me round up some bounties, in return-- I can give you that adventure you're looking for and we can call it even with those two runaways." Her lavender-skinned arms folded at her breast, chains rattling with the motion. The ginger-headed goliath spoke up.

"O-HO, WHO'S THE LITTLE SHINY FELLA?"

"New crewmate." Sweet responded, not even waiting for Gerald's formal response. "The bounties scrammed outta here on us, let's follow suit. No need to over stay our welcome."

@Lamby

 

[Lamby]

Midnight Watch #17
@Einsauer​

Sweet considered the man's suggestion, but she already had a preferred alternative in mind. The fishwoman's crew began to move into the area, leading the way was Mikami the pseudo-giant. She nodded at the thought of beri, responding with usual sly manner of speaking:
"It's not just the beri on their heads, to tell ya' the truth, Gerald." She said, shortly glancing back to her colossal crewmate and the swabbies surrounding him. "It's that they're my competition..."

Sweet's smile stretched wide beneath her shadow-shrouded eyes. "Keep your beri, I insist." She said with a slight change in her infliction. "Perhaps, instead, we can engage in a trade of sorts."

"You're not bad in a fight, I'll give you that. If you'll help me round up some bounties, in return-- I can give you that adventure you're looking for and we can call it even with those two runaways." Her lavender-skinned arms folded at her breast, chains rattling with the motion.

"Hmm... An enticing offer, I accept." He replied rubbing the cuffs of his gauntlets.

"New crewmate." Sweet responded, not even waiting for Gerald's formal response. "The bounties scrammed outta here on us, let's follow suit. No need to over stay our welcome."

"Yes. Of course!" He exclaimed. Though, how would he catch them? Would it be possible to find them with haki? It wouldn't hurt to try would it? "Well, intricately calculating the distance they could have crossed whilst Sweet and myself exchanged blows, there's no chance that they'd have stayed on island." Momentarily pausing his thoughts he activated his observation haki, he turned around and stared blankly down the market street. Ignoring the buildings he primarily focused on sensing the presence of a few runaways.

"Are you going to kill the runaways once you find them?" He questioned.

 

[Einsauer]

Momentarily pausing his thoughts he activated his observation haki, he turned around and stared blankly down the market street. Ignoring the buildings he primarily focused on sensing the presence of a few runaways.

"Are you going to kill the runaways once you find them?" He questioned.

Sweet gestured for her swabbies to return to the Cotton Blossom while she gave Gerald a response: "If we find them, sure." She said in an blasé manner. The fishwoman seemed to be counting her losses with the two bounties.
"Small fry like them are way trickier to grab hold of once they're on alert." She said with a shrug. "I unfortunately have priorities over playing hide-n-seek here in Shoals Town-- And I don't want my log pose getting too comfortable here."
The captain turned and began following her ragtag crew, snatching the lizardman by the scruff of his shirt as she passed, dropping him back to his feet after it was clear she wanted him to get a move on.

"Who knows? Maybe we'll get lucky and find them paddling off."

Sweet Einsauer plucked a large, ripe grapefruit off of the top of an open fruit crate and gave a final glance at the sea-side atmosphere of the cute town. She glanced back at Gerald. "Where's your ship, Gerald?" Sweet asked.

@Lamby

 

[Lamby]

Midnight Watch #18
@Einsauer​

Sweet Einsauer plucked a large, ripe grapefruit off of the top of an open fruit crate and gave a final glance at the sea-side atmosphere of the cute town. She glanced back at Gerald. "Where's your ship, Gerald?" Sweet asked.

"Ship?" He rhetorically replied; tilting his head, resting both gauntlets on the puffy waist piece of his armor, he expressed a strong confusion at Sweet's inquiry. "I got a ride here off a Merchant's ship! That was after I swam along the open ocean for a few days."

He was prompted to follow her, their meeting had took a turn; a peaceful turn and it would be quite rude to suddenly cut a conversation purely because they were going separate ways however Gerald didn't really know where his next destination was. "Luckily, I finely lubricated my armor but it's been quite a while since I had the time to do so."

"And with the dents from when she threw the water, I have a bit more work to do. I need a guide on how to smooth my armor; I don't think I want to hand it over to a blacksmith. It's quite valuable." He thought; more so complaining of the excess effort he had to put into the maintenance of his chosen attire.