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Vinlandia - @Gambit
“Very well. Prepare yourself. Thorkell the Tall!” Kallavan would shout as he'd bend his knees, preparing for a mighty dash.
And an incredible dash it was. Kallavan flung forward with new-found speed. While a moment ago the two fighters were more or less on equal footing, Thorkell would now find himself struggling to follow the Admiral's movements. Before the Viking knew it. The Admiral was already upon him, both his hands on top of another, with his claws primed for stabbing. “Jusshigan!” Kallavan shouted as he moved his arms forward in a powerful stabbing strike towards the Viking's upper body. Both hands imbued to the max with his armaments haki.
Should Thorkell go for a block and or parry against this strike. He'd realize that the transformation augmented the Admiral's strength. Now on par with that of the Viking, the two fighters would finally be in second gear. Their blood flowing, concentration to the absolute max as a weird sense of joy and excitement ruled the two warriors.
In another life, Kallavan would've fit right in with the Vikings. Drinking mead, fighting with Thorkell day and night. Raiding and plundering the villages and just living the life that was given to these warriors. But alas, the admiral had a mission. A mission that he most likely would not achieve in his life-time. But it'd not deter him from giving his absolute all. Even observing a glimpse of his results were enough to keep on going. And time and time again would show him that his convictions were not wrong.
“Very well. Prepare yourself. Thorkell the Tall!” Kallavan would shout as he'd bend his knees, preparing for a mighty dash.
And an incredible dash it was. Kallavan flung forward with new-found speed. While a moment ago the two fighters were more or less on equal footing, Thorkell would now find himself struggling to follow the Admiral's movements. Before the Viking knew it. The Admiral was already upon him, both his hands on top of another, with his claws primed for stabbing. “Jusshigan!” Kallavan shouted as he moved his arms forward in a powerful stabbing strike towards the Viking's upper body. Both hands imbued to the max with his armaments haki.
120: 7. Town Level +A(+3) + 3(hardening) = 13. Small Continent Level.
Should Thorkell go for a block and or parry against this strike. He'd realize that the transformation augmented the Admiral's strength. Now on par with that of the Viking, the two fighters would finally be in second gear. Their blood flowing, concentration to the absolute max as a weird sense of joy and excitement ruled the two warriors.
In another life, Kallavan would've fit right in with the Vikings. Drinking mead, fighting with Thorkell day and night. Raiding and plundering the villages and just living the life that was given to these warriors. But alas, the admiral had a mission. A mission that he most likely would not achieve in his life-time. But it'd not deter him from giving his absolute all. Even observing a glimpse of his results were enough to keep on going. And time and time again would show him that his convictions were not wrong.