Viktor walked through the crowd of happy people, their joyful faces rubbing off on the icy swordsman, making him smile. His eyes look around, scanning for anyone of suspicion. As he looks around, he notices a few marines walking around. He immediately could tell that they weren't from his branch. he watched as they moved in unison. He decides to approach them. "Hey, soldiers. What branch are you a part of?" he asks curiously" I was under the impression that my branch was meant to be this"
Haki : 50
50*2=100
Armament [Offensive]= 81
Observation [Awareness]= 19
With a cigarette already lit in his mouth, Shaarib walked away from all these inept children. On his way, he caught a glimpse of three fools who weren't his. They probably were apart from the other marines the government sent. Shaarib did not care, though. He wasn't paid enough to care about ensigns or his supposed partners. He had druggies to arrest, which meant to kill. And he knew they weren't any way in hell that the insects coming toward him would be much of a help. With a heavy step, the Rear-Admiral darted forward, trying to run away from them.
The Marlins piercing eyes traced a complicated path through the air as the shooting gallery was riddled with projectiles. The shattered remains of the stall's main attraction were wet all over, and one of the shots had hit the water wheel, so all the little figures were thrown everywhere by the broken machine.
Isolde's head swiveled slightly off-course from the path she walked in response to the destruction in the distance overpowering the noises of the crowd for a moment. Her men's reactions were slower, but they had heard the commotion; before they could do more than turn their heads, the rear-admiral was already in the sky, having already taken off with a powerful thrust of her long, ivory-smooth leg. The woman used her Rokushiki with such elegance she appeared to merely float in the air above the citizens of Carnival Cove. Though hidden behind golden shades, the woman's eyes systematically burned across the panicked crowd.
Whatever the cause, it was obstructed by a row of tents, she began propelling herself closer to the source of the chaos and as she moved closer Rear-Admiral White heard the sound of a child crying mixed into the nervous chattering amongst the masses.
Every kick brought her nearer to what she expected to be criminal activity; surely The Sweet Pirates wouldn't reveal themselves so ear-
A bemused expression overtook her, it was The Sweet Pirates. "How uncouth..." She remarked whilst glaring at a giggling old man with a bottle of booze and a giant fish; shaking that old man by the collar and shouting was another target of hers: Rouge C. Sang, a newer member of their gang.
Then her eyes locked onto her primary target: Gerald Yopenheimer (or more specifically his gorgeous armor). With only a momentary hesitation based in confusion delayed her before her brow furrowed and a slight grin appeared at the sight of such lustrous metal; she dropped with a sudden force, her long leg stuck like a guillotine; the usual projectile building up more and more with her high-velocity leg drop. The woman would attempt to engage Bill from the sky while he was distracted with his ill-gotten gains. "Rankyuaku: Skyfall!"
She announced moments before kicking off the built up guillotine-esque projectile aimed directly at the old man at high
speed. She did a backflip off the recoil of her own attack and softened her fall into that of a glide safely to the ground.
Isolde builds up a powerful Rankyaku projectile using the force of gravity and her extra powerful, robotic legs. The resulting slash is not only more powerful but results in a slash with double the size of a normal kick (3 ->6 meters).
Damage: 2. Small Building Level + DPR: A = 5. Town Level!
Her cold gaze met the pirates, her words would remain unchanged regardless of her attack's success or failure; a delicate (but deceptively powerful) hand held out three papers with the faces and names of those same men before her: "Sweet Pirates, you are all under arrest!"
Civilians began to rush away, carnies leaping from their booths and stalls and fleeing the ensuing danger. "Where is your captain?" She asked immediately before even accepting their responses to her arrest order, needing to know if there was a psycho fishwoman running around this island as well. The woman's legs still steamed from the residual heat buildup from her attack.
The finely polished marine soldiers saluted to the superior officer upon being addressed. "Rear-Admiral Frost, sir!" They shouted in a perfect unison of three. "We are soldiers serving under Rear-Admiral Isolde White, Division 77!" The shouted, seemingly rehearsed to perfection. Theirs salutes would remain until put at ease by their superior, they were in perfect order- in fact, eerily so. @lophole
And he knew they weren't any way in hell that the insects coming toward him would be much of a help. With a heavy step, the Rear-Admiral darted forward, trying to run away from them.
"I-Is that...?" Murmured one of the soldiers in a moment of non-rehearsed improv brought on by shock. "Rear-Admiral Hassan!" Shouted another of the soldiers. "Why are you runn-?"
It was too late... The infamous marine rookie star had torn off into the streets of Carnival Cove. They looked to the Naglfar as a hivemind and then one of them reached for their Den Den Mushi to contact their commanding officer and report on their findings. @Emperor Cross
Rouge and Gerald silently followed behind of Bill. He cut his gaze towards a gaming booth, realizing the old man had found his target. A massive bottle of champaigne, sitting atop a mountain of prizes. All the pirate had to do was win the shooting gallery game and it would be his for the taking. Rouge watched in amusement as Bill paid for his turn and took the tiny water pistol in hand.
Rouge rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Let's just go. We can get alcohol somewhere else without having to play an annoying game."
Still Bill persevered, clearly irritated by the situation. He paid the man, distracting him with a missed throw of a coin. He took a few steps back and violently unleashed his weapon, firing a blast of water droplets that completely destroy the stall, as well as any ones unfortunate enough to be set up behind of it. When the owner's focus returned, he was met with sharp spike aimed at his throat.
"I think I won. I'll take the big bottle o' Champaigne now." Bill said smugly.
As Yomai scanned the bustling surroundings for potential targets, he couldn't help but notice an elderly gentleman and two enthusiastic young people loitering near a busy gaming booth. His sharp eyes followed the elder gentleman's movements as he reached for something, closing his hand around a bottle of alcohol and causing chaos in the area.
However, Rouge was less than pleased. He stormed in the old man's direction, ignoring the crying sounds of a child in the distance. This was not how things were supposed to go. He grabbed Bill's shoulder and turned him around, before grabbing him by the collar fuming.
"What the fuck was that Bill? What happened to 'S long as ye behave yerself they ain't gonna bother ya.'? And 'They ain't gonna know we be pirates if we don't act like pirates.'? That was a blantant example of acting like a fucking pirate!" He growled. The stall collpased behind of them, leaving the cheating stall owner in tears.
A crowd began to gathering, whispering among themselves and casting angry glances.
Rouge's eyes wandered around him. "...We should make ourselves scarce. Now."
As he cautiously made his way through the growing crowd, the crowd's attention shifted gradually to the center, where a commotion appeared to be taking place. His keen eyes quickly caught sight of a young man with a well-groomed beard engaged in a heated conversation with an elderly person, their gestures animated and voices rising. Recognizing their growing tension, he decided to stay close and keep an eye on the situation. During this confrontation, his attention was drawn to a third figure in the group: a mysterious individual dressed in vibrant yellow armor and wielding a formidable hammer, who stood out prominently among the crowd.It was at that point that he realized the person in yellow armor was the subject of his mission, and he quickly mentally noted the encounter for future reference before strategically approaching his target to intervene.
Gerald was uncharacteristically silent, an empty mound of moving armor that loomed close-by the festive old man who had just spent a few on quick game. He watched in amazement but the strong and powerful emotion that held him back wasn't fear... It wasn't anxiety of Marines, it wasn't that he was a spoil-sport and thus didn't know how to properly enjoy himself; it was something completely adjacent to all these notions. Gerald...
...WAS AN INTROVERT!
He watched keenly, and continued to ponder as Bill seemingly enjoyed himself.
As he got closer to the imposing figure, he strategically initiated a gentle bump with his shoulder, convincingly simulating a fall as if he had been accidentally brushed by the towering man. As he gracefully descended to the ground, he looked up at the younger individual, his voice laced with regret as he skillfully delivered his lines, "Forgive me, young man, for my old age has somewhat dimmed my vision, as you may have observed." His words, tinged with senile tremor and fragility, were perfectly timed to match the appearance of an elderly person, seamlessly blending into the unfolding scenario with a touch of theatrical finesse.
After Bill's reckless stunt, the Sweet Pirates had managed to garner negative attention from the patrons of the Carnival. The anger immediately faded from Rouge's body. Regaining his composure, he let go of companion's collar before patting his shoulder
"...We should make ourselves scarce. Now." He said grimly.
He immediately knew it was already too late. Rouge's eyes flashed a bright shade of blue, his observation haki passively detecting two strong auras making their way out of the crowd. His focus however, was on the faster moving one.
"Rankyuaku: Skyfall!" The voice of a female echoed throughout the area, followed by guillotine shaped projectile that flew towards Bill. Rouge quickly reached into his trench coat, instantly drawing his blade. He lifts his blade upwards towards his right, then above his head before instantly unleashing four vertical claw-esque slashes towards the incoming attack.
"Purifying Wind."
Purifying Wind: The user lifts the sword upwards towards the right, above their head and unleashes four vertical slashes at once down on the enemy resembling claws.
DPR A: 81 Mastery 81 Strength
Rankyuaku Skyfall DPR: 2. Small Building Level + DPR: A = 5. Town Level!
Purifying Wind DPR: 81-100: 3. Large Building Level+A:3 = 6. City Level.
Attack is 1 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 5 DPR
DPR Remaining = 1-20: -1. Below Street Level
The two attacks collided loudly, causing air to burst from the epicentre of clash. Rouge's technique would soon overwhelm the marine's display of power, bursting through her technique as it flew straight for her direction. He returned her cold gaze with one of his own, scoffing as she annouces that they are under arrest.
"Where is your captain?" She questioned.
Rouge recreates the same movements he displayed before, raising his blade above his head using a two handed grip. "Who knows. Where's yours?" Once again he swings his sword in an instant, unleashing four vertical claw-esque slashes towards the marine.
Purifying Wind DPR: 81-100: 3. Large Building Level+A:3 = 6. City Level.
A bell had rung, to the delight of a small child with a mallet. A carneval worker reluctantly gave out the top prize, then shouted "Step right up, Step right up! A game so easy even a child can win! Are you man enough to beat the record? Hit the lever and ring the bell!", but not before checking if his game was still set to the maximum difficulty. That kid winning must've been a fluke. A drop of water fell from the bell.
A flag waving over the street in front of the High Striker game now had a hole right where the dot for the "i" in "Carnival Cove" was supposed to be. Across the street, one of the bright red candy apples displayed by a food stand had a similar hole through it. A cartoony worm inspected the damage done to his home, looking through a hole that punctured several layers of wooden boards, comprising the backs of the food stand and the Water Gun Game stand, separated by the small brook.
Zooming through the borehole we see an old man get shook by his younger crewmate, laughing. The double rows of gold studs keeping his shirt closed jangled. Even his sleeves were buttoned, leading to a golden Y motif on the dark blue garment. Bill, whose close connection to his weapon had recently unlocked a fishman heritage he didn't even know he had, wasn't very worried.
"Calm yeself! Yer the one makin' a scene here, Rouge!"
It seemed that the incensed youngling had calmed down a bit. He wanted to flee the scene of the crime, something Bill could agree with. Suddenly he seemed to focus on something else, though, and pulled a sword from his cloak. Alarmed, Bill took a step backwards and put away the bottle of champaigne. Luckily the inside of his taxidermied Spearfish had enough space.
Rouge swung his blade around, creating a group of flying slashes! Who was he attacking?
The four slashes clashed with something mid air, and continued. Had they been attacked? Then he saw a marine land on extremely long legs. "The Fuzz!"
It wasn't just Bill that had seen her. The carny decided it was a good idea not to get involved and ditched his broken attraction, not wanting to attract too much attention or to have his gambling license checked. He still didn't know what had happened to it exactly. He'd heard a repeated sound like ripping paper, and then his rigged contraption had broken down, riddled with holes. But there was no wondering about that now, the marine was addressing the pirates, so he disappeared behind the nearest stall.
"Hah! This be persecution! Ye cannae even look a little seaworthy wit'out bein' called a pirate? I didn't do nothin'!"
Bill shouted back to the marine.
"I ain't even heard of..."
His pleas of innocence stopped mid sentence. There was something in the marines hand. Wanted posters, and one of them had HIS picture on it!
"Gimme those papers!" He shouted. His arm sprung from the body of his spearfish where he stored a harpoon on a chain, and in one quick motion threw it towards the marine. He could see that Rouge had attacked her again as well. Bill was attemting to nail both the wanted posters and the long legged woman together to drag them back to him.
"Don´t get hasty!"
The Harpoon or the Fishhead Lance gets thrown at the enemy. (ranged)
(71 Spear Fishing, 71 Strength) DPR A The harpoon or the Lance stabs into the victim and stays there, chaining them
The Rear-Admiral's cold exterior portrayed a worriless soldier. As the incoming tandem attacks were launched out in her direction, Isolde White only gave them the slightest bit of attention; stepping forward towards the Sweet Pirates. She was slowly begin closing the gap once more whilst her agile body seemed to nimbly curve itself around the slashes. Her legs seemed to buzz and whirr as she gracefully dodged the projectiles as if it were a ballet recital. However, she did allow for Bill to spear the papers from her hands- she hadn't a need to keep dusty bounty posters of loser criminals.
Isolde relaxes her body, increasing her reaction speed by Mastery/5. Cannot attack. 51-81 mastery: Can move around. (2 turn cool down) Standing still while using Kami-E has a 1 turn cooldown.
Her head tilted to the side as her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her Den Den Mushi- then the snail began stuttering, telling her both of her scouting units had found something of interest to her and were attempting to reach her. Electing to ignore the calls for now, she moved with a sudden boom.
Her mechanically-enhanced legs carried her closer and closer to the bounties, swifter and swifter; she gained momentum like a racecar tearing off down an empty street. Eyes piercing through her golden glasses, locked onto Bill and Rouge, Gerald (and his armor) would ideally be spared until the end of her onslaught against the pirates. She looked over to Gerald and spotted an old man had stumbled into the action.
Her arms began to visible shimmer with a golden sheen, her uniquely colored haki lustered her elegant forearms and hands in the hot sun.
Despite seemingly moving for Bill, she responded to Rouge first: "Rear-admirals outrank captains." She said in a tone most matter-of-fact. "Watch your tongue, gutter-rat."
Then she shifted her attention back to Santiago Bill: "Stop wasting your words, old man. Savor what air you can still drag into your geriatric chest."
Despite her harsh words, they were perfectly spoken, crisp and clear as if she were a reporter or law-maker. As she neared closer and closer to Bill, her golden arms began to let loose a lustrous haze of gold-tinted steam- in fact, the steam seemed to radiate from her all over; it seemed she would not be pulling any punches during this conflict. @Magimasterkarp@Infinity@Lamby@lophole@Emperor Cross@FELI D AEROM
As he got closer to the imposing figure, he strategically initiated a gentle bump with his shoulder, convincingly simulating a fall as if he had been accidentally brushed by the towering man. As he gracefully descended to the ground, he looked up at the younger individual, his voice laced with regret as he skillfully delivered his lines, "Forgive me, young man, for my old age has somewhat dimmed my vision, as you may have observed." His words, tinged with senile tremor and fragility, were perfectly timed to match the appearance of an elderly person, seamlessly blending into the unfolding scenario with a touch of theatrical finesse.
By chance, by miracle or by complete convenience an old man had bumped into him. Gerald noted the exchange with a bit more attentiveness than he regularly should as he turned; raising his hammer a bit as to not hit anybody whilst extending his lone free arm to console the old man. Through an act of simple kindness he remarked, "That is okay. You are forgiven, it was an accident afterall." Though things didn't go so smoothly after, a marine had found them!!
After Bill's reckless stunt, the Sweet Pirates had managed to garner negative attention from the patrons of the Carnival. The anger immediately faded from Rouge's body. Regaining his composure, he let go of companion's collar before patting his shoulder
"...We should make ourselves scarce. Now." He said grimly.
He immediately knew it was already too late. Rouge's eyes flashed a bright shade of blue, his observation haki passively detecting two strong auras making their way out of the crowd. His focus however, was on the faster moving one.
"Rankyuaku: Skyfall!" The voice of a female echoed throughout the area, followed by guillotine shaped projectile that flew towards Bill. Rouge quickly reached into his trench coat, instantly drawing his blade. He lifts his blade upwards towards his right, then above his head before instantly unleashing four vertical claw-esque slashes towards the incoming attack.
Gerald wasn't an observation haki specialist however his reaction speed was exceptional due to his development not solely as a pirate but as a strong fighter. He whipped about as the powerful sounds of an eccentric clash of attacks garnered his complete attention; It was Rouge! He had already raised his blade at an unknown adversary who had yet to show themselves, but Gerald did not wish to stick around to find out. He too flashed his observation haki, his pupils shining a beautiful bright crimson as all presences about him with keen accuracy.
Precognition Observation Haki:
- Awareness Radius: 61 Meters
- +6 Reaction speed; Precognitive Range of 24 Meters
Her cold gaze met the pirates, her words would remain unchanged regardless of her attack's success or failure; a delicate (but deceptively powerful) hand held out three papers with the faces and names of those same men before her: "Sweet Pirates, you are all under arrest!"
Civilians began to rush away, carnies leaping from their booths and stalls and fleeing the ensuing danger. "Where is your captain?" She asked immediately before even accepting their responses to her arrest order, needing to know if there was a psycho fishwoman running around this island as well. The woman's legs still steamed from the residual heat buildup from her attack.
Gerald tracked the speedy introduction of this adversary, only to garner a firm focus as he watched her every move. Her Declaration for their arrest was an obvious ploy and over estimation of her abilities in relation to whom she was facing, she was outnumbered and Gerald was confident in that. He had no words to deliver to her, instead his Crewmates spoke for him; "She wouldn't start such a huge problem right dead center of the Carnival, would she? I'd be wrong for assuming that she would considering her attack moments before. People had already began to scatter due to Rouge's counter-attack. So maybe this is how it's supposed to be." He pondered.
"Gimme those papers!" He shouted. His arm sprung from the body of his spearfish where he stored a harpoon on a chain, and in one quick motion threw it towards the marine. He could see that Rouge had attacked her again as well. Bill was attemting to nail both the wanted posters and the long legged woman together to drag them back to him.
"BILL ARE YOU CRAZY?!" He exclaimed within his thoughts! "If we engage her now then we won't have a clean way to escape, and to make matters worse; there's an elder soul clung to me. We can't involve him if we need to make an escape." He continued.
The Rear-Admiral's cold exterior portrayed a worriless soldier. As the incoming tandem attacks were launched out in her direction, Isolde White only gave them the slightest bit of attention; stepping forward towards the Sweet Pirates. She was slowly begin closing the gap once more whilst her agile body seemed to nimbly curve itself around the slashes. Her legs seemed to buzz and whirr as she gracefully dodged the projectiles as if it were a ballet recital. However, she did allow for Bill to spear the papers from her hands- she hadn't a need to keep dusty bounty posters of loser criminals.
Isolde relaxes her body, increasing her reaction speed by Mastery/5. Cannot attack. 51-81 mastery: Can move around. (2 turn cool down) Standing still while using Kami-E has a 1 turn cooldown.
Her head tilted to the side as her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her Den Den Mushi- then the snail began stuttering, telling her both of her scouting units had found something of interest to her and were attempting to reach her. Electing to ignore the calls for now, she moved with a sudden boom.
Her mechanically-enhanced legs carried her closer and closer to the bounties, swifter and swifter; she gained momentum like a racecar tearing off down an empty street. Eyes piercing through her golden glasses, locked onto Bill and Rouge, Gerald (and his armor) would ideally be spared until the end of her onslaught against the pirates. She looked over to Gerald and spotted an old man had stumbled into the action.
Her arms began to visible shimmer with a golden sheen, her uniquely colored haki lustered her elegant forearms and hands in the hot sun.
Despite seemingly moving for Bill, she responded to Rouge first: "Rear-admirals outrank captains." She said in a tone most matter-of-fact. "Watch your tongue, gutter-rat."
Then she shifted her attention back to Santiago Bill: "Stop wasting your words, old man. Savor what air you can still drag into your geriatric chest."
Despite her harsh words, they were perfectly spoken, crisp and clear as if she were a reporter or law-maker. As she neared closer and closer to Bill, her golden arms began to let loose a lustrous haze of gold-tinted steam- in fact, the steam seemed to radiate from her all over; it seemed she would not be pulling any punches during this conflict.
"She's ready to fight with everything she's got. That much I can sense radiating from her spirit." He mentally noted, he gripped his hammer with both his arms and dropped it, Head-First, into the concrete ground!
BOOM!!!
Sounded it's impact, loudly drawing all eyes to him as the heaviness of the weapon had been revealed to all. A deep indent was carved into the earth whilst shattering the innards of the crevice like glass, dust puffed into the sky as Gerald stoically and menacingly posed whilst glaring at Isolde, the demon cyborg who'd come to take them. "Your conceit only boils my anger, so watch what else leaves that filthy cove of yours (her mouth)... They might just be your last." He loudly proclaimed! He added to his demeanor, lacing his words with both confidence and malicious intent conveying his conviction, though...
Was there truly a plan to take care of what had occurred afterwards?
It seemed that the young marine had dodged his harpoon! However, Bill had speared even the most skittish of fish, and he wouldn't let some upstart marine evade him that easily. He had fastened the taxidermied body of his Spearfish to his side with a sash, the chain running through it freely to connect his cursed Marlinespike and harpoon.
But the aggessive woman didn't wait for him to try again, and accelerated with scary speed towards the three Sweet Pirates. She responded to his compatriot Rouge questioning her:
"Gutter rat?! This be class based policin'! Yer targeting us because ya think we're second rate citizens!"
While jumping backwards to position himself, he yanked on the chain leading to his harpoon that had managed to spear the documents from her hands to bring them back to him, and in a lever motion, his other arm burst forward with his deadly Marlinespike. She seemed to be producing steam from all over her body, so he took aim and blasted another shot of water right at her as she was coming straight towards him. "Yer gettin' really heated! Ya should cool off a little!"
He shouted to address his companions to rally them against this marine: "Fellow Bilge Rats! Let's show this ratless gutter how you fight when yer life is on the line ev'ry day!"
Bill had pronounced 'Bilge Rats' as if he'd said 'Me Hearties' instead. The end of his sentence was punctuated by Gerald slamming his hammer into the floor, showing the golden knights defiance as well.
Bill was hellbent on defying this arrest.
Fountain Charge (Ranged)
71 Gunslinging DPR A
A big ball of water is shot at the enemy. Enough water to fill a bucket. The target will be soaked from head to toe.
Shaarib's footsteps resounded across the streets, each step, full of determination or was it fear ? But the objective was clear, he needed to evade the marines. He was so fast, he seemed like a blur; a blur going full well with the bright lights theme park . With ease, he paved his way through the crowd, trying to look left or right, to look around him for any trace of the Sweet Pirates. He could almost swear he could hear Sweet's crazy laughter. His cigarette, still in his mouth, was crumbling; he stopped and flicked it. He was rather close to the park now, it was time for him to finally work.
While jumping backwards to position himself, he yanked on the chain leading to his harpoon that had managed to spear the documents from her hands to bring them back to him, and in a lever motion, his other arm burst forward with his deadly Marlinespike. She seemed to be producing steam from all over her body, so he took aim and blasted another shot of water right at her as she was coming straight towards him. "Yer gettin' really heated! Ya should cool off a little!"
As the rear-admiral neared the criminal, he put her face to face with the Marlinspike. Her face remained stoic, seemingly unfazed by his bizarre choice in weaponry. The old man let loose a watery blast from his cursed weapon and Isolde responded promptly:
"Soru!" She said in a perfected sternness as if she were delivering a strict order to her own legs, suddenly pulling away to the side and seemingly disappearing due to her beyond hypersonic speed. She would attempt to blitz her way right around Bill, now striking from behind rather than head-on.
Isolde, in a quick burst of steam, increases her movement speed by Mastery/5. | Result: 81-99 Massively Hypersonic Speed
41-80 mastery: 2 turn cool down
Not slowing down until she was ready to strike Bill, she suddenly would seem to appear from the air itself to those with insufficient reaction speeds. Her golden, glowing hand launched forward like a spear straight towards, what she knew to be, the old pirate's 'teres' muscles. "Shigan: Goldfinger!" She exclaimed as her shimmering, haki-coated fingertips threatened ruin Bill's ability to fight effectively.
Isolde imbues the standard Shigan with enough of her own haki that it seems to crackle with a (visible) golden, electrical energy. Instead of a single finger, Isolde uses her four fingers all extended. The attack disables armament to target areas [arm] when the hit is successful for a certain amount of turns based on Isolde's haki. [81 - 2 turns]
Damage: 2. Small Building Level + 2 (Haki) + DPR: A = 7. Mountain Level!
"I don't think you're second-rate citizens. I know you are." She said with a palpable sense of disdain and disgust for the talkative coot in the dated attire. "You are the pests and I am your exterminator..."
Admittedly, due to their number-advantage she had weighed the option of calling in her men, but to send one of her flares off would be inviting whatever pirates (or worse, other marines) to this location. Instead she opted to do what she had proven herself capable of many times before, wiping out a crew by herself. "You can hide, you can scatter, you can even try to fight back. It will end the same for you all no matter what you decide on." She said, no emotion corrupting her eerily perfect tone.
These peons were a means to a quota, but with her ego on the line this was far more than a job- the success of this mission, just as all before and all that will come after, was of the utmost importance.
"Rankyuaku: Skyfall!" The voice of a female echoed throughout the area, followed by guillotine shaped projectile that flew towards Bill. Rouge quickly reached into his trench coat, instantly drawing his blade. He lifts his blade upwards towards his right, then above his head before instantly unleashing four vertical claw-esque slashes towards the incoming attack.
Yomai's thoughts was filled with concentration as he carefully considered the unexpected appearance of the marines at this exact spot, which followed a rapid response from the enigmatic figure dressed in armour. His mind was a whirlpool of speculation and analysis, fixated on the ramifications and significance of the military forces' unexpected entrance in this peaceful area.
Yomai got to his feet as soon as the naval officer raised her voice, his quick motions reflecting a sense of urgency. With a speeding pulse, he fastened his sight on the man encased in gleaming armour, his eyes full of interest and anxiety.
"Are you a member of the notorious band of seafaring criminals known by the dreaded moniker 'Sweet Pirates'?" Yomai's tone was a mix of caution and scepticism as he addressed the mystery armoured figure. "Is your presence here tethered to any nefarious intentions towards this venerable gentleman?" The words fell from his lips, cloaked in a veneer of caution that was difficult to detect.
Not slowing down until she was ready to strike Bill, she suddenly would seem to appear from the air itself to those with insufficient reaction speeds. Her golden, glowing hand launched forward like a spear straight towards, what she knew to be, the old pirate's 'teres' muscles. "Shigan: Goldfinger!" She exclaimed as her shimmering, haki-coated fingertips threatened ruin Bill's ability to fight effectively.
As the law enforcement officer approached the old gentleman who had started the uproar, Yomai rushed quickly using Kamisori, a skill that allowed him to carefully weave through the crowd to the marine woman. He closed the gap between them with measured precision, taking slow and focused steps until he was directly behind her. Yomai grabbed the hammer head of his cane, a weapon filled with haki, and hit her from behind, the impact echoing through the tense air.
He bellowed, "Where were your eyes when you unleashed such devastating force on innocent bystanders?" in an authoritative and condemning tone. "Your actions almost cost this old gentleman his life. " The weight of his words remained in the air, a sharp reminder of the implications of her careless conduct. The elderly man's initial astonishment turned to rage and aggravation, his features contorting with disbelief and fury as he grasped the gravity of the event unfolding in front of him.
Kamisori
Requirements: 46 Mastery, 41 Strength and 61 Movement Speed
A combination of Geppo and Soru, where the user uses Soru in a zigzag motion in midair, allowing extremely fast movements in three dimensions.
Chains rattled and papers rustled. A child screamed. The harpoon that Bill was pulling in just barely avoided a piece of dropped cotton candy getting stuck on the papers it had "caught".
A fight had broken out right in the middle of a street lined with stands and booths, and yet some spectators remained. Was this all part of the entertainment? One of the "bad guys" was dressed in pompous golden armor, and the other carried a giant fish. Someone sold popcorn.
The tallest clown of the trio, a woman clearly using a pair of advanced stilts, had been running towards the other performers when one of them shot a ball of water from a super soaker toy hidden in the head of his comically large fish.
But then she was gone. Was there a trapdoor? Or a trick using mirrors?
The old man with the fish clearly didn't think she disappeared. He whipped his spear weapon around as if he was tracking something moving incredibly fast. "Attacking' from behind? I invented that trick, madam. Yer not as slick a strumpet as you thought."
Of course the onlookers didn't believe that the old man had actually invented attacking from behind, but they cheered for him regardless.
Bill kept his back turned to the incoming attack as long as possible. The marine had given him enough time to react by attempting to attack from behind. While she had to speed around him, all he had to do was reposition his legs and twist around at the right moment. So when she attacked, aiming for his shoulder just past the curious white stripe on the back of his shirt, his feet dug into the ground a bit, and he spun his upper body around. "Lear", his marlinespike weapon, was already pointed at her, and it exploded forth with all the power produced by his upper body. The spearfish's eyes flashed red for a moment, and out of the back of the skull burst two jets of water, propelling it forward even faster. It must've been a malfunction of the water gun installed in the weapon. The salty, cold water splashed on the ground on both sides of Bill. There was a smell of formaldehyde.
The sharp nose of Lear collided with one of the marine's fingers, attempting to stab through her entire hand, even her arm if possible. But the attack wouldn't go through, her fingers were too hard.
"I don't think you're second-rate citizens. I know you are." She said with a palpable sense of disdain and disgust for the talkative coot in the dated attire. "You are the pests and I am your exterminator..."
"Someone ought ta teach you a lesson, because these rats bite back!"
He kept pushing his weapon into her hand, trying to pierce whatever defense it had. Lear's eyes kept glowing red with determination, and the water jets expelling from its back kept up the pressure. Any twitch from the woman and the attack would stab right through her hand.
"Make peace with yer Gods!"
(71 Spear Fishing and Cursed Marlinspike "Lear", 81 Strength) DPR C/B/A/S/S+
Like a blue arrow, "Lear" bursts forth with a jet of water, skewering enemies on his fierce nose.
Bill kept his back turned to the incoming attack as long as possible. The marine had given him enough time to react by attempting to attack from behind. While she had to speed around him, all he had to do was reposition his legs and twist around at the right moment. So when she attacked, aiming for his shoulder just past the curious white stripe on the back of his shirt, his feet dug into the ground a bit, and he spun his upper body around. "Lear", his marlinespike weapon, was already pointed at her, and it exploded forth with all the power produced by his upper body. The spearfish's eyes flashed red for a moment, and out of the back of the skull burst two jets of water, propelling it forward even faster. It must've been a malfunction of the water gun installed in the weapon. The salty, cold water splashed on the ground on both sides of Bill. There was a smell of formaldehyde.
The sharp nose of Lear collided with one of the marine's fingers, attempting to stab through her entire hand, even her arm if possible. But the attack wouldn't go through, her fingers were too hard. "Someone ought ta teach you a lesson, because these rats bite back!"
He kept pushing his weapon into her hand, trying to pierce whatever defense it had. Lear's eyes kept glowing red with determination, and the water jets expelling from its back kept up the pressure. Any twitch from the woman and the attack would stab right through her hand. "Good luck with that."
Hulking with an increased figure, stepping in to aid his fellow Sweet Pirate amidst this dire time of confrontation, Gerald made his move...
Science, is a very thin subject. Ranging from a menagerie of answers to explain the very ins and outs of our environment, therefore from a practical standing point science is understanding and understanding brings wisdom and experience, and most importantly intelligence. O' Wazamono Grade weapon, Atom smasher. It is the epitome of basic scientific mastery as well as development as it utilizes a plethora of mechanisms within the head of the invention to deal damage whilst also expel powerful concussive explosions of force directly proportional to what is poured into the weapon itself. Transferring Kinetic energy with direct precision and ease allowing for more "honest" battles.
As the tall women powerfully clashed with Bill, Gerald's friend and fellow Sweetie he stepped in providing cover; a flank deduced through the tenseness of the situation!
"Imbedding Pound!"
The user widely grips their hammer, incorporating a subtle shift in their weight through the hips as well as the incorporation of one's back muscles; they perform a powerful smash to an opponents chest/torso often accompanied by a brutal shockwave to properly distinguish the amount of strength needed to strike so powerfully! DPR A: 81 Hammering Style Mastery, 81 Strength
81-100: 3. Large Building Level + A(3) = 6. City Level
He dashed, with speeds akin to that exhibited of the Marine officer; keeping momentum he twisted mid-air gathering momentum, rotating his hips, tightening his grip through every muscle present in his arms he wound back and tensed his upper-back... And then he swung! His movements a complete blur to those with perceptive abilities sub-par to his own a cone of air formed around the circumference of the hammer as he came from her left side attempting to strike her off of Bill and into the thick grounds of the carnival brutally tearing it open!
"I was skeptical because of the potential threat Marines had posed but this is absurd!" He quickly thought.
# Shaarib sat on one of the stalls, skewers of meat in both hands. He clearly did not care about the fight before him, his figure blending into the background. He watched as the woman marine fought against the pirates. 2, or was 3 against 1 ?
The fight was not going to be pretty, more like ugly and raw, more like a street brawl than a fair joute. As he bite into a meatball, the woman went on to try to stab her shorter foe recovered quickly, The third contestant used his opportunity to attack the Rear-Admiral. She was going to end up with her ass handed out ot her. But like he thought to himself multiple time since arriving here, he did not care. She probably thought she was a big shot like him... So as long she didn't yell for help, SHaarib would just be a spectator. #
He kept pushing his weapon into her hand, trying to pierce whatever defense it had. Lear's eyes kept glowing red with determination, and the water jets expelling from its back kept up the pressure. Any twitch from the woman and the attack would stab right through her hand. "Good luck with that."
For every ounce of power Isolde delivered, Bill and his cursed weapon seemed prepared to match it. Her golden hand crashed into the deadly tip of Lear's bill and steamed erupted on her side, realizing she couldn't brute force her way through the cursed weapon she pushed his weapon back and reset her own posture. As she seemed to be already prepared with her next attack it was cut off from an unexpected attack from behind by the old bystander from before:
Yomai grabbed the hammer head of his cane, a weapon filled with haki, and hit her from behind, the impact echoing through the tense air.
He bellowed, "Where were your eyes when you unleashed such devastating force on innocent bystanders?" in an authoritative and condemning tone. "Your actions almost cost this old gentleman his life. "
She wasn't fast enough or even prepared for the surprise hit, the cane smashed into her back; the air blasted from her chest and out her lips. Pain shot up and down her back forcing her to let a pained groan escape. Her glasses fell to the tip of her nose, Isolde's golden gaze rotated to the old man and the golden knight following up with an attack of his own. Despite the pain, she needed to act quick- with a burst of steam, her shoulder joint popped from its normal place and she fired her entire arm out towards Yomai; attempting to catch the old man by surprise.
Isolde's extendable arm(s) is fired out to secure a target and mechanically retract quickly to her as a form of apprehension. This attack alone does not do damage, DPR is for clashing purposes only.
Damage: 2. Small Building Level + 2 (Haki) + DPR: A = 7. Mountain Level!
If she would be successful in her apprehension she would hold the old man just long enough to put him in the way of Gerald's mighty swing, using Yomai as a meat shield for herself. Then (after a speedy back-step) her eyes would shift back to Bill, seemingly still wholly focused on what she perceived as weakest point in the Sweet Pirate chain of command. "Fleabags like you two should've died sixty years ago." Isolde remarked with a hot anger creeping into her usual emotionless and carefully annunciated speech, she clearly now included Yomai as a hostile and treated him immediately as such.
Clown women served food excitedly from their food cart, hoping for tips, though admittedly most focus was drawn down the street to the fight happening. At this food booth was Rear-Admiral Hassan, enjoying the food presented. A large, dark-skinned man in a clown nose approached Shaarib from behind the counter: "Bruh." He said plainly, referring to the clear street-fight with a marine woman in the center of multiple elderly thugs.
She wasn't fast enough or even prepared for the surprise hit, the cane smashed into her back; the air blasted from her chest and out her lips. Pain shot up and down her back forcing her to let a pained groan escape. Her glasses fell to the tip of her nose, Isolde's golden gaze rotated to the old man and the golden knight following up with an attack of his own. Despite the pain, she needed to act quick- with a burst of steam, her shoulder joint popped from its normal place and she fired her entire arm out towards Yomai; attempting to catch the old man by surprise.
Yomai was standing close to the girl marine, his senses heightened by his sense of oncoming danger, when he noticed a quick and swift movement that made him uneasy. In the serene settings, the unusual sound of clinking chains echoed through the air, creating a frightening soundtrack. A mysterious hand emerged from the shadows, frightening and alluring in its aspect. Stretching out towards him, it offered an ominous message, with its connection to the echoing chains implying an intricate network of secrets waiting to be exposed. The way the hand beckoned, clearly guided by an invisible power, piqued Yomai's interest while also chilling him, prompting him to explore the consequences of this disturbing encounter.
When the hand approaches him, the individual immediately performs a technique known as the Dash, allowing him to successfully dodge the attempted hold by moving towards side. This strategy requires quick movement and intelligent positioning, allowing for a quick and nimble evasion that demonstrates the individual's self-defence skills.As the assailant's hand extends out, the individual effortlessly changes his body, using a fluid action to gracefully avoid the hold. With exact timing and reflexes, he effortlessly evades the grab, exhibiting a mastery of evasive strategies refined through experience and discipline.
Dash
11 Mastery, 21 Movement Speed.
Dash is a basic boxing technique, where the boxer closes the distance between them and the opponent with a straight and fast run. The user's movement speed is increased by Mastery/5.
41-80 mastery: 2 turn cool down
After avoiding an attack with quick agility and acute observation, he identified a key flaw in the enemy's defence. Recognising this beneficial opportunity, he quickly executed a premeditated strategy employing a clever strategic manoeuvre known as Shinaru Shigan "Whip" for its speed and decisiveness. With extraordinary dexterity and awareness, he skilfully manoeuvred his cane to hook onto the enemy's chain weapon, seamlessly integrating his weapon with the foe's tool of offence. He deftly tugged the chain towards him, capitalising on the conflict's intensity and dynamics. As the chain reacted to his manipulation, a wave of energy raced through it, transforming the momentum into a tremendous lateral pull that threw his opponent off balance. This perfectly planned operation caused a ripple effect along the chain, resulting in a cascading succession of forces that converged with focused intensity on the adversary's weak point.
Nb: even if he pulled her towards him. Due to the way the attack works, most likely she would go towards his sides not towards him
Requirements: 51 Mastery, 41 Strength DPS: B
In this attack, the user pulls back her arm as if to use a normal Shigan attack, then whips her arm out at the opponent at high speed, causing their arm to appear as if it is bending like a whip would, and hits the enemy with their finger.
61-80: 2. Small Building Level +2 (B) = 101-119: 4. City Block Level
NB: instead of getting attacked, this will make the opponent loose balance and get pulled towards the direction and if got collides with something, this damage might take place due to collision.
After the horrifying occurrence transpired in front of him, his voice grew louder as he stood there in disbelief, posing a profound question that echoed throughout the room: "IS THIS TRULY THE CONTEMPORARY APPROACH THAT MARINES HAVE TOWARDS THE ELDERLY MEMBERS OF OUR SOCIETY?" With a sense of nostalgia and anxiety, he wondered, "WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE TIME-HONOURED TRADITIONS AND VALUES THAT ONCE DEFINED THE ESSENCE OF THE MARINE ETHOS, THE UNWAVERING COMMITMENT TO RESPECTING AND SAFEGUARDING ELDERS ?"
Edit : changed A move used
Edit2 :forgot to add attack details
Hulking with an increased figure, stepping in to aid his fellow Sweet Pirate amidst this dire time of confrontation, Gerald made his move...
Science, is a very thin subject. Ranging from a menagerie of answers to explain the very ins and outs of our environment, therefore from a practical standing point science is understanding and understanding brings wisdom and experience, and most importantly intelligence. O' Wazamono Grade weapon, Atom smasher. It is the epitome of basic scientific mastery as well as development as it utilizes a plethora of mechanisms within the head of the invention to deal damage whilst also expel powerful concussive explosions of force directly proportional to what is poured into the weapon itself. Transferring Kinetic energy with direct precision and ease allowing for more "honest" battles.
As the tall women powerfully clashed with Bill, Gerald's friend and fellow Sweetie he stepped in providing cover; a flank deduced through the tenseness of the situation!
He dashed, with speeds akin to that exhibited of the Marine officer; keeping momentum he twisted mid-air gathering momentum, rotating his hips, tightening his grip through every muscle present in his arms he wound back and tensed his upper-back... And then he swung! His movements a complete blur to those with perceptive abilities sub-par to his own a cone of air formed around the circumference of the hammer as he came from her left side attempting to strike her off of Bill and into the thick grounds of the carnival brutally tearing it open!
"I was skeptical because of the potential threat Marines had posed but this is absurd!" He quickly thought.
A loud shockwave quaked as she felt the brutish and sudden impact of the Gilded Knight's weapon. Forcing her away from his subordinate, Bill Santiago, sending her aimed at a slanted trajectory to rip and tear through the concrete walkways that had made the general structure of the cove! "Dammit... Too much force." He muttered, landing on his feet. His waist-cape fluttered whilst his kingly shroud hit the ground as he landed directly ahead of Bill. He gripped his hammer with both hands and at a fair distance apart, he geared his elbows; resting them at a sharp 90 degree angle to balance it atop his left shoulder.
"I think I may have pushed this a bit too far, the marines might come for us now. I don't want to attract too much attention from this encounter, so let's get a move on." He said, addressing his comrade and Sea-shanty loving fellowman; Bill.
Concrete flew, in small and large debris and sporadically spread as the commotion deflected any curious civilians from staying any longer. A thin cloud of dust revealed an indent, in which Isolde was left in. (@Einsauer)
Two forces clashed, unstoppable no more, Bill's free spirit and his weapon's fierce ambition against the marine's golden haki, a moment immovably burned into the minds of all those onlookers that expected a show.
And then it broke.
The marine blinked first, breaking the tie by jumping backwards. But before she could attack again, she herself got attacked from behind. A fellow geezer had hit her with his cane and just after, his fellow crewmate and the man technically in charge of their little excursion to Carnival Cove wound up his massive hammer to slam it right in her chest. The arrogant marine would crash through a length of concrete until coming to a stop, hammered into the ground like a bent nail.
Just before getting hit, she had managed to spew another insult:
His target suddenly punted out of his stabbing range, Bill didn't hesitate to keep tracking her with the tip of his marlinespike. Propelled by the follow through of his attack, Gerald the golden Knight landed right between him and his quarry, but Bill simply tore his furious weapon a bit further to the side and with a shout of "Hah!" he fired another shot of water from its mouth, just missing his ally with it. But this time it wasn't just a small ball of water flying plainly forward, the amount of water bursting out of Lear's mouth was massive, and as it took flight, streaking through the air, it took the shape of a marlin. The cold, salty mass of water curved around Gerald, honing in on the enemy like a predator, as if to impale her.
Marlinshot
(81 Gunslinging, 81 Cursed Marlinspike "Lear", needs DPR A Rank Bullets) DPR S
A shot of salty, ice cold water gets fired out of the mouth of Lear, taking the shape of a Marlin as it flies, honing in on enemies (81 mastery: with the range of a rifle shot.)
81-100: 3. Large Building Level + 4 (S) = 7. Mountain Level
I'm now down to 23 A rank Bullets
He shouted at his target, to answer her provocation: "Sixty years ago I was way too busy ta die! I was havin' Posh n' Becks with yer grandma, an' likely stole 'er bees an' honey as well!"
"I think I may have pushed this a bit too far, the marines might come for us now. I don't want to attract too much attention from this encounter, so let's get a move on." He said, addressing his comrade and Sea-shanty loving fellowman; Bill.
It seemed that Gerald wanted to leave, to avoid arousing more suspicions. But as Bill picked up his harpoon that he had retrieved the crews wanted posters with, he gave a snarled huff. "That licked boot needs ta be taught a lesson about respectin' her elders!"
Bill could see a chain coming out of the marines shoulder. Where did it lead? He followed it with his eyes and turned to his fellow senior citizen. "How about us geezers show these kids why ya be wary of the elderly when life on these seas will kill ya first chance it gets."
The onlookers were now well and truly fleeing. A hopeful food vendor still tried to make a profit, and offered "Sausage onna stick! Get 'em while they're hot! Easy to run with!"
A loud shockwave quaked as she felt the brutish and sudden impact of the Gilded Knight's weapon. Forcing her away from his subordinate, Bill Santiago, sending her aimed at a slanted trajectory to rip and tear through the concrete walkways that had made the general structure of the cove! "Dammit... Too much force." He muttered, landing on his feet. His waist-cape fluttered whilst his kingly shroud hit the ground as he landed directly ahead of Bill. He gripped his hammer with both hands and at a fair distance apart, he geared his elbows; resting them at a sharp 90 degree angle to balance it atop his left shoulder.
A sudden, deafening crash that echoed through the air caught Yomai off guard and surprised him. He quickly turned his gaze to the source of the sound, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding in front of him. He saw the armored man's hammer collide violently with the marine woman's weapon, resulting in a clash of titans. "So he possesses strength as well," Yomai thought to himself, acknowledging the formidable capabilities displayed by the combatants in this intense battle.
When Yomai turned around, he was startled by a voice directed at him. The sound of the voice immediately drew his attention, and closer inspection revealed that it was none other than the elderly man he had met earlier at the shop. This elderly man had caused quite a stir by stubbornly refusing to participate in the game and adamantly claiming the prize that was rightfully his. Yomai's surprise was palpable as he realized the voice was coming from the same person who had just disrupted the shop's tranquillity.
The memories of the chaos that had ensued during their previous encounter came flooding back to him, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and apprehension at the sight of the elderly man. Despite the unexpected turn of events, Yomai maintained a composed demeanour, albeit with a hint of trepidation, as he prepared himself for the upcoming interaction with the enigmatic figure who had single-handedly caused chaos in the otherwise ordinary setting of the shop.
Yomai made his unwavering stance clear when he expressed his strong opposition to collaborating with pirates, emphasizing that such alliances were far from his preferred course of action. However, he added that he would be willing to make an exception in case the collaboration was for the purpose of disciplining a wayward and unruly child .
This exceptional case hinted at a possible collaboration born out of necessity rather than choice, with the overarching goal of instilling order and rectitude in a troubled individual rather than pursuing gain or camaraderie. This nuanced portrayal of Yomai's point of view reveals an underlying theme of moral flexibility within the rigid boundaries of his ethical code, emphasizing the complexity of his character and the multifaceted nature of his decision-making process.
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