The Kingdom of Lyneel. This place was extraordinary! Eyes as green as the fields surrounding this castle like city would be filled with wonderment as they would take in only a tiny glimpse of all that Lyneel had to offer. His mouth would open as a large smile would go from ear to ear across his visage. His speed increasing into a slight skip as his joy filled every fiber of his being. "Look at this place!" Stopping just a few steps ahead of the other two, the male would see many large structures, shops lining the streets, and many people walking about and interacting. He was used to small towns and villages. This created a kind of longing to see and experience a large city. This craving no longer haunting him as Lyneel would sate it with all the possibilities tightly packed in its castle walls. Turning around, he would face his two acquaintances. Nefertari had planned to drag them all around this place trying different foods and other forms of entertainment but alas it was not meant to be. The moment he tried to speak, Johnny would open his mouth to business. Did he not see how amazing this place was!? Did it not ignite a fire in his soul!? Of course not! He had no soul! No appreciation for the finer things in life! A beautiful smile now turned into an alluring frown. Nefertari would listen as Johnny would explain that he would be in charge of their newest memeber. ("Of course he'd dump the newest memeber on me...") A disapproving glance would be shot towards the woman before moving back to the blonde heathen. Attention would be averted for a second to a male in armor talking to what appeared to be some marine female. Specifics were unheard but their presence was mentally noted as they stood out from the crowd. Well at least the man in the armor did. Who wears a giant suit of armor everywhere they go? How was anyone supposed to see your beautiful form, if there was one to be seen, under all that metal and straps!? Irrelevant. Attention would be turned back to Johnny as he mentioned alerting them should something go amiss. A bronze skinned hand would slightly wave the admittedly handsome blonde off as a vexed, "Mhm..." would escape from behind suple lips. He would watch Johnny as he would leave, staring at his back and before long his behind. A so so gesture would be made before he would turn his attention to Tahira. She spoke about collecting herbs and books. Medical stuff he'd imagine. "Well we'll see. We're going to the market place anyway." As they started towards their destination, Nefertari would notice that he was being rather shut off to the idea of a new addition to the team. Maybe even rude. "So... I know I've seemed a bit... agitated since our meeting. I'm not particularly fond of new people... especially when they're female." His eyes never averted towards her, remaining on the path in front of them however his words were indeed meant for Tahira. "I'm going to be more open to the idea of you joining our little group. However there are some rules!" Nefertari would stop walking and look at her. "One. Don't touch my treasure. Second. Don't get in my way." These first two rules made it seem like he was scolding her or threatening her but this would soon be off put by his next line. "And third! Trust and loyalty to the crew. We're not your average group of people and we often bicker and argue but make no mistake. We have each others back. I should hope I can rely on you when the time comes." His eyes averting away from her's. This was one of those friendship moments that he hated being in. They made him feel all mushy but in a good way which made it hard for him to figure out how to respond. After a sigh, viridescent eyes would be focused on her again. "Now to get started. I'm going to "liberate" a few things but our combined beauty makes us kind of stand out as you can tell." If she chose to look around, she would see the hidden blushes, whispering groups of people, and the avert gazes of those trying not to get caught staring. Mefertari would smile as he would continue speaking, "So what we'll need is for their focus to shift to something more pressing." Before she had the chance to decipher what he meant, he'd hand her a decorative dagger from the nearby weapons stall. When he had the time to swipe that, no one would ever know however that was not the most pressing concern right now for Tahira only had one job right now. "Go take this to Johnny..." After handing her the object he push her a bit to give her a running start before yelling to the top of his lungs, "THIIIIIIIEF!" Eyes would be upon the two and then solely upon her as Nefertari would continue to scream. "Oh no! Someone stop her! You dirty thief~! You shant get away with this!" Marines would be seen moving through the crowd to get to where Tahira was. What she did now was no longer his concern. He'd vanish into the crowd of onlookers and begin snatching coin purses from peoples pockets and placing them in his elegant silken robe that lazily dangled off his form, revealing his shoulders. He would smile brightly as he would move to the back of the crowd, now having collected a modest some of money from all the stolen coin purses hiwever a shadow would come to loom over him. Green eyes would look up to see a tough man who's body looked like it was trained to fight gods. It was the blacksmith. It seems Nefertari was not as slick as he thought he was when he stole that dagger. Soon people would begin murmuring about "my coin purse!" Before long these murmurs became roars and alerts. "Oopsies~" The blacksmith would look back for a second to find out what the commotion was however when his gaze would return to where Nefertai was, he would only see a feminine form in the distance dashing off with his wallet in hand. The blacksmith would see the familiar looking wallet, check his pockets, and become over flowing with rage. "THIIIIIIIEF!!!" Mighty steps that shook the ground could be heard approaching at an alarming rate. He was as fast as Nefertari!? Possibly even faster! A look of dread would paint the canvas that was his countenance. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!" A loud some what high pitched scream would be heard coming from the copper skinned male with a "GRRAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" being heard shortly after as the blacksmith made quaking steps in pursuit of the green eyed thief. This was not going exactly as planned... uh oh...
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Technique Name: Twinkle Toes Description: Years of being constantly on the run and hiding from the Marines has trained Nefertari to step quickly and quietly. Whenever he takes a step, he crouches ever so slightly to reduce the impact of momentum when his feet touch the ground, making all his steps silent. This unique way of stepping turns his sprinting into more like large leaps which makes him cover a greater distance than he ever did when he sprinted normally. Nefertari gains +5 Speed passively.
Technique Name: Creeping Beauty Description: Nefertari has trained himself to erase his presence as a way to better conceal himself when hiding, making it harder for anyone to even notice his existence unless it was blatantly obvious (being detected by one of the five senses) This allows him to not only hide in plain sight but allows for easy sneak attacks when he is untraceable/undetected by his target(s).
Technique Name: Basic Psychology Description: His time spent as an "escort", if nothing else, taught him to understand the basic mechanics behind the thought processes of most people. By watching, he is able to learn about a targets mental and physical tendencies. Their feelings and emotions are an open book to him and allows him to predict how they'll react in any situation (run, fight, or block.) This cannot predict the method of attack, powers, target, or ANYdetails about their action. It merely tells him if they'll be offensive, defensive, or cowardly. This only succeeds if Nefertari's Intelligence in higher than his opponents and grants him +5 Intelligence passively.
Technique Name: Prance Description: Nefertari, in all his elegance, does everything in a beautiful manner. He adds spins, flutters, twirls, etc. to most of the things he does including high speed movement. However it is not all for nothing as these movements eliminate wind resistance and allow him to move even faster than normal. This grants +5 Speed passively to Nefertari.
Technique Name: Poison Mastery السم إتقانها [Alssmm 'iitqanuha] Description: After consuming the Doku Doku no Mi, Nefertari gained boundless knowledge on poison, the ability how to create different types and limitless amounts of it within his body, and immunity to the effects of his own and foreign poisons. Nefertari uses his knew found knowledge on toxic concoctions to create very effective and lethal virulent attacks. The poison he generates is one with his being, allowing him to manipulate it and bend it to his will. He is able to sense all things in contact with his poison allowing him to track said objects while they remain in contact with it.
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Dcme
Cinna-Apple Nami
Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 5:33 am
The breeze here was cool, calming, and lovely. It fit the scene to what was coming this day - a couple of lone pirates just trying to have a good time and grab up some loot. There was no need to pay heed to what was going on, even if the rile was coming up sooner than later. Nefetari had always been one to do things a bit over the top, but who was he to judge. As long as he got the job done, that was all that mattered. In the mean time, his attention strayed the two cleaning up the acts of local scum. It amused the swordsmen; the old man in armor preaching his world about the government to the busty marine red head. What a nice shape and look how it was wasted in that tight uniform. A subtle sigh escaped as he moved, heading up towards a nearby building with a couple leaps. A single foot dangled down as he took a seat and from beneath his cloak, out popped a single piece of bread. A bite here, a bite there, he continued to scan the duo with a hidden smile. Their words between each other amused him greatly. Their views on how to handle things were interesting - seemed both had a different ideal on just what made it all tick. Too confusing. Too much thought. The effort was beneath him.
Perfection never thought too much of his actions. Of course, they were always perfectly set in the moment. The Gods drove him to do whatever they wished, as he was created perfectly in their image. This was no different. Fate called him to listen to these two in their versed additives on this twisted land - it was all so pointless. Who was right? Who was wrong? Neither of them could say. "You made a good point, Jiji-san. The government has terrorized the people for a very long time. Perhaps too long. And yet, pirates are to blame. Falsely to some - for these actions. I wonder just how corrupt it all truly is." Wind pushed the brim of his hat upward and from beneath his cloak, his blade of choice laid plainly upon his shoulder. Shimmering in green and gold, any swordsmen of decent standing could tell by the sheath alone this was no normal blade. A mysterious man clad in black with only his shades hidden behind a long tan mask. Wave of the finger and he cooed towards them. "Then again, pirates do as they want. Take what they please. Live life without rules or any kind of justification. They aren't right either, correct . . Little Bird~" He was making a point to them both, especially considering the bickering they'd been having to this point. "You're a woman who believes in justice and truth. That the government truly fights on the side of good? Bullshit. The truth is, the strong make the rules. The strong decide who's fit to do what and who's subjugated. That's how things have always been! So if that's the case, pirates and marines - there's no line between them. We're all bottom feeders trying to one up the other." The crowd stared in awe at this newcomer, beginning to murmur among themselves. "I do agree with Jiji-san. He seems to be on the right track, so. ." Flipping a single gold coin, he'd allow it to float down to the armored man - a penny for his troubles. "Jackpot. Kudos." To what end would war begin.
Swift. Silent. The most incognito an individual could be. Feet as light as a feather. Breaths as soft as an angel’s whisper. Don’t awaken me from my sleepless slumber. Crash!
With a swift kick the pirate had launched a nearby chair through a nearby glass window. This barrier was all that kept him from the wondrous treasures. Gold. Silver. Diamonds upon diamonds. Glorious minerals that he had never rested his eyes upon. A moment went by that everyone had stopped all activity to see what had caused the sudden ruckus. Silence abruptly turned to panic. Having not even seen the culprit, wisely jewelry clerk hurried to a corner of nearby room. A glass shard would dance through the air and impale the wall a few inches away. The clerk stopped in his tracks. Falling to his rear in fear. This one had just almost lost their nose. One would have trouble breathing without nostrils. Surely, he realized this. Through the demolished glass window the umber haired thief would enter. A melody of shattering shards would vibrate throughout the shop. Amber eyes would rest upon the shaken clerk. This was not a regular day at the office for no doubt. A light smirk would eclipse Kaito’s scowl. With one solid motion of his wrist Kaito would toss the jewel clerk an empty wool sack. Something sturdy enough to stand against the weight that would soon be placed inside. “I’m sure you know why I am here. Fill up the bag with the finest of your jewels.” This was a demand. There was no reason for the clerk to refuse him. No harm would come to him if he just did what he was told. Kaito was not a villainous individual. Yet, there was nothing angelic about him either. There was a grayish zone. That was where he liked to stay. The captain did things for himself and those close to him. Anyone else, naught. In the peripherals of his sight he noticed the very flustered customers. The sound of his voice shook their being and caused them to flinch in place. Thankfully there were not accidents. “You. Yes, all of you. Help out. I want this to go by as fast as possible.” This was in fact a robbery. That did not mean it had to go at a snail’s pace. The more hands that were filling this bag with valuables the faster his task would be done.
Legs were resting upon the back of a chair when he was approached. Project completed. A job well done. The three grown men would struggle with the loot, lifting it just a few inches above the ground so it would not drag. Kaito could see it in their faces that it was a struggle. Heavy? Gathering the sack by the tied knot Kaito would fling the sack over his should with little effort on his part. The weakness of the untrained. This weight was nothing to him. The duffel might as well be filled to the brim with feathers. “Well done.” The pirate congratulated his accomplices on their accomplishment as he motioned himself to his feet. “I know you are going to call to have me arrested. But hopefully this here can convince you to give me a 10 second head start.” A light toss of a pouch would land in the hand of the jewelry clerk. Within would be several gold coins. Coins that were the equivalent of the clerk’s yearly salary. The look of glee overtook their expressions as the shine of gold obscured their faces. Once they would look up again this buccaneer would be gone. No way would he stick around, he didn’t want to be caught slipping. In and out. That was how he liked to conduct his business. It was off to meet up with his crew. Hopefully their incursion attempts were as successful as his own.
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Cinna-Apple Nami
Dcme
Panda King Tai-tai Grim
Final Words Contributed To Raid....Whatever They May Be.
Their destination was the marketplace? A smile formed upon the thought. Surely she could browse and find what she needed there. Just from gazing while they walked, Tahira could see that they held an abundance of items. Glittery and shiny. There surely had to be a place that sold medical items. And perhaps a new hair ornament. A touch of something new. Though unbeknownst to her, this wouldn’t be that kind of trip. Still on their stroll, Nefertari would begin to speak, which would turn her gaze upon the green eyed beauty. A time of confessions would arise, which was quite a surprise, though initially appreciated. Tahira could sympathies, while as well fully understand Nefertari’s side of it all. She had been a new addition to their crew. Not much was known about herself, though the same could be said in Tahira’s place. But in that area, time would have to run its course. Though curiosity sparked upon the mention of her being female. Was it really an issue? And why? But the physician would remain silent, as Nefertari continued. With a few set rules, which she had absolutely no problem in keeping, she would display a warm smile before nodding her answer. Trust and loyalty. In that small moment, Tahira felt a bit closer to this odd assembly of pirates. And was eager to continue this journey with them.
Upon Nefertair’s words, their task would begin to get underway. Though her mention about them drawing too much attention would cause she herself to take another look around. Sure enough focus had been on them. Bashful males, with their cheeks tainted in reddish hues. Gazes adverted to not be caught staring, while whispers which resonated the area would only now fill her ears. Causing such a scene was familiar, though not to this extent. The minds of such individuals. She wasn’t too sure about. Though none the less. The truth had been laid out. Too much attention together. So. According to Nefertari the attention had to be diverted. “Ok….” Unsure of where she was going with this, Tahira stood as a dagger would be placed into her hand. Still confused as to what the dagger had to do with anything, she would be told to deliver it to Johnny, though after being pushed in the opposite direction. “I still don’t see how-“
Feet had stopped, as eyes widened in shock. A head turned to eye her comrade, shouting about a thief. And it wouldn’t be until she eyed the dagger in her hands once more did she understand. “Seriously!” And to think they just had a moment of friendship. Legs would move and feet would pound the ground. Once more, like old times it seemed. She would dash through a crowded marketplace, in hopes of not getting caught. To play the role of a thief. How….fitting. Thank the gods for her speed and agile form. Easily she dogged those who stood within her path. Though only one thing bothered her. This wasn’t Alabasta. Nor the popular city back home. She knew those streets. Knew just where the guards and authorities would spew from. But not here. All she could do was hope and pray that nothing obscured her path. Or it would be over.
“Don’t panic. Just keep running” She told herself and did just that. Weaving and dodging. Sliding and leaping. Shouts would echo. Others chiming in on calling out thief. It all sounded like it was coming from all around. But her feet kept her going. Shifting her gaze, she would see a small crowd forming in front of a building. Apparently it had just been robbed as well. Though there had been no time to fully observe. A few pursuers resided behind. “Damn it all. Where is Johnny” Eye’s scanning the area, finally reaching the part in which the trio had went their separate ways. Another group of citizens were standing about, their focus on what laid ahead. Not being able to see, Tahira wiggled her way through the crowd. In hopes of eluding her pursuers. She had done so, though upon hearing a familiar voice, her gaze would rise. Just like the crowd, she would eye a man upon a rooftop. Tahira wouldn’t even pay the two he had been observing any mind. Seeing as she was only looking out for, “Thief! Thief!” They never give up do they?
“There you are! I think we should go. NOW!” Soon her pursuers would bust through the crowd, which in turn made Tahira dash off yet again. Her white dress fluttering at the bottom.
Complaining about her 'nagging' was rude and irresponsible as he seemed to disregard the severity of his actions as Luka glared at him. However the follow up took her back somewhat. He started praising her so boisterously as he called her a 'good marine after all' as if he had doubts that she wasn't. He complimented her performance and soon enough the whole crowd had joined in. It was...confusing to say the least. People were emphasizing the 'good' marine thing as there was also something about how cute she looked but she'd brush that remark off quickly. But as it continued, he soon went on to speak at length to elaborate the scenario. Commending her for replacing their fear and her expression relaxed a lot more than a few moments prior to when she was stomping out piracy (literally) and handling the trash. Though she had her doubts as he spoke, she couldn't argue the fact that many in the crowd did have expressions of fear at first when she had arrived. Though to continue beating at her thoughts, he started to speak more about the supposed corruption of the very organization she'd spent her entire life serving nearly.
Corruption, oppression, dictatorship, fear, deception, scapegoats. It was all an awful lot for Luka to be told about the force she had served so long and with little questioning or even a reason to doubt them before. She'd never seen such things firsthand, but at the same time, the fear this crowd had of her and how civilians always seemed to back extra far away when she was working nagged at the back of her mind the more he spoke. She wasn't going to just openly accept his new 'truth' to her reality so readily, and yet at the same time there was at least a sliver of truth in it. Of course his tone, his choice of words, the way the crowd seemed to react to his great speech the longer it went on. It was sounding more and more realistic as he went on and the looks of concern and even nods of agreement around them both only increased the doubt growing in Luka's mind. She was feeling conflicted now as he spoke and she was most definitely going to have to do some more prodding around about this matter, possibly out of uniform after this. She wasn't really saying he was completely right but there was enough reasonable doubt at this point that she needed answers. And if he was right, then she had a feeling that her superiors would provide no confirmation on the matter at all.
She inhaled and let out a soft sigh, sheathing her blade at this point finally as he finished his very inspirational speech. "I'll admit you have at least some truth to these words based on today alone but that doesn't mea-" She was cut off by the voice of another man from up above. She looked up to the building nearest them both and atop the roof was a rather large blonde man. His outfit was a bit gaudy and overall it looked like he was trying to over compensate with that large word and that utterly ridiculous second belt. He spoke up and started to agree with Galand (who Luka still had yet to be given his actual name technically) but also questioned the truth behind the severity of the corruption within the World Government. Being called 'little bird' again was rather annoying but the man spoke on further, agreeing with Galand even more. He then began to speak the undeniable truth about the world itself. Strength did choose who was right. If the Pirates could come together and destroy the Marines and World Government, then by technicality they would decide what was justice and right. On that same strand, it was being implied that the World Government did the same. However the Marines upheld peace, as far as Luka had known. But still, the fear they seemed to instill wan't what Luka believed was right and the more these two spoke the more her faith in the World Government faltered. She sighed again, trying to sort out her feelings and thoughts on the matter as this new man seemed to toss a coin at Galand as a sign of him agreeing with him.
"I don't know just how far this corruption you speak of goes, but I can assure you that I will personally take care of it if I have to become the Fleet Admiral and rip the Navy apart from the inside myself." She spoke now, convinced that even if things weren't as bad as they implied, it still wasn't an ideal system. She spoke firmly and loud enough that people heard her besides the two men. She had never really voiced such a desire to become the Fleet Admiral before, and yet hearing herself say it aloud felt strangely inspiring and lifting. She would have to truly crack down and find a way to attain that position of power after she was done here. However just as she was about to speak further on the matter, the mushi at her hip tarted going off. It was a distress call for a raid in progress at...Lyneel!? She looked down and then back up as she heard some faint shouting after her little snail with the symbol of the Navy painted on it spoke of the two thieves at large. She drew the blade at her left hip with her right hand immediately and looked at the blonde and metal head. "For now it seems I have more work to do." She quickly glared at Galand. "Try and stay out of anymore trouble please. And we can continue this conversation when I am done but I thank you for your assistance and...informing me of some important matters." With that she ran off down the street, blade in hand to deal with the thieves as she followed the shouts from a block or two away.
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North Lotus
Dcme
Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 7:49 pm
✤✤✤✤✤✤{J U D G E}✤✤✤✤✤✤ Galan Drace||Swordsman x Gladiator|| Pirate || Fruit [---] || 20,000 Str: 5 ||End: 5 ||Spd: 5 ||Acc: 5 ||Int: 5 ||Spi: 0 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗
[ Marvelously executed! With that speech, not only is the crowd content, but it seems that with each sentence spoken, Luka’s interest in the conversation rises. Whether it’s from her utterly disbelief and disgust in Galand’s words, or the sudden realization at the truth of them. Regardless, she seems focused on him at the very least. His answer, however, is supplied in the fragment of the red head’s sentence, but she’s cut off by the sound of an unfamiliar voice. From...above? The metal man lifts his head to see a blonde haired guy sitting there looking pretty darn comfortable for being atop a building like that. The new player continues on, adding in his piece to the conversation, and quite frankly, he’s not wrong at all. Galand chuckles soon enough, crossing his arms to listen in more. “Indeed. That’s how it is. Should the World Government continue down their current path, inevitably, a stir that will shake the very seas themselves will begin. Once that happens, no one will have the power to stop it until one side is crushed beneath the ‘beliefs’ of the other.” he adds in.
With their conversation seemingly over, Galand notices the man above tossing something down in his direction, urging the swordsman to unfold his arms, and catch the small item between his index and middle finger. “Hoh…? A coin, is it? A gift for me? Haha, very well. I’ll hold onto it.” he remarks before flipping the coin up with his thumb, and catching it in his palm. What Galand didn’t expect was the continuation from Luka. Surely hearing all of this talk against her people, she’d be beyond furious. Livid even. Surging with enough rage at the blasphemy being thrown towards her allies she’d swiftly make the move to take down both the armored man and the guy atop the building. Alas, she does not. Instead, she speaks up, adding further to the once thought dead conversation.
“I was prepared to walk off in disappointment, but you just went and said something pretty amazing, eh, little bird?”
He faintly laughs before turning to the Marine, completely impressed now. She said the right thing, in his book. What he needed to hear. Before those outside are given the chance to crush the World Government for their dark ways, she’d correct them from the inside, and in doing so prevent a cataclysmic event the world could never have dreamed. With his expectations raised, Galand starts to walk off towards the direction of a random street filled with civilians. Yet, as he passes by Luka, he’s halted by the random call of her Den Den Mushi. The words leaking out of it apparently speak of some pretty interesting things happening, and in Lyneel of all places at that. Without any delay, the woman seems to dash off to the scene of the crime sword in hand. As she makes way down her own path, Galand heads down another. And with his back turned to the man sitting up to the building, he speaks loud enough for the two of them to hear.
“Galand. That’s my name. Don’t you go forgetting it, Red!” With a coin in hand, he flips it and subsequently catches it in his hand again, holding the balled up fist above his head as if to signal to the man up top. “You don’t go forgetting it either, got it? I’ll be paying you back for this one day.” he says as if promising some form of compensation of pact with Johnny. As he says this, he fades deeper and deeper into the crowd until even his metal form is lost between the hordes of various people and creatures roaming about the kingdom. After some time he ends up at a bar filled with other tough looking figures and ruffians, probably hiding away from the heightened Marine activities outside. Galand takes a seat at one of the tables a bit in the corner as to not draw any more attention than necessary.
“What a day. I’ve gone...and met some very promising people. Huhu. But still, I hope you truly take those words to heart. The world isn’t so kind that it’ll accept your hesitation, Luuuuuka.” he speaks in a more sinister tone than before, fully engrossed in the possibilities of the future with so many new players rising up to the table.
Verily his words hold truth. So many new heads are rising at the face of each faction, rookies with potentials swarming this new age. Those who thought their power would last are only fools. This new world is coming at full force, and with it will come change. “Fuffuffu!” he laughs out while holding his arms out by his sides in hysteria. “Before you know it, it’ll all come crashing down! Those without the will to grab hold of their dreams, those without the strength to make change?! Go home! Otherwise, this coming wave will crush and consume you whole! Nothing can prevent it! Fuffuuhaha...HAHAHAHAHA!” While relishing in his view of the world, the others inside the bar stare at him in both confusion and annoyance. “O-Oi! You there, Tin-can! Shut it! You WANNA bring the Marines in here?! Some of us are wanted, ya frea-” Before the man can finish his statement, a knife snugly plants itself right in between his eyes. As he falls over, the other customers stand up in surprise, not expecting retaliation in such a way.
Galand lowers his arms while looking over to his left peripheral, where a man with a large mug in one hand sits back in a tilted chair. His other arm is outstretched, signifying he is the one that threw the knife. “Guhu! A fearful little rat -hic- like em aint gonna be lastin’ in the new age -hic- anyways, Guhuhu! I did em -hic- a favor!” he exclaims joyously. Most of the other people, afraid to speak their own minds now, take their seats while others just leave altogether to avoid anymore random altercations. Galand turns his head to this new man now, and chuckles. “So you’re prepared for the new age as well then, I assume?” The man lifts up his mug again, and chugs down the rest of his ale before taking a stand. He heads for the door before placing his hands on the trimming on either side of it. “Prepared for it? I’m gonna help -hic- make er happen, Guhuhu! Like you said -hic- ...world aint gonna just...be waitin’!” he says before exiting.
Having had his fill of entertainment for the day, Galand too stands and heads for the door. But before exiting, he grabs hold of the knife embedded in the dead man’s head before spinning it and sliding it into a pocket. After cleaning it, of course. Don’t need any blood dripping in the pouch after all. “Show me your resolve, little bird. I can’t wait to see it. Your ‘truth’.” ]
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He'd watch. He'd wonder. He'd smile. The look from the young marine said it all; her daft expression, speaking as if someone like her could change the world government. Foolishness if he ever heard it before. But, he'd allow her, her peace. Not a single time would he retort in those ambitious words openly spoken. The gears of the world were turning, you see. Not him, nor her, nor the iron man, clad in armor, was going to stop it. Something was coming. A swell like never before and in this new age the time was beginning to speak for itself. Johnny take another hearty chunk of bread, knawing before swallow it down with a satisfied gulp. Little bird. . An interesting woman, with an interesting sword. From this distance, even he could see just what kind of blade she was wielding. "Oh ho. Did I hit the Jackpot here too?" This was starting to get more and more perfect as time went on. Getting up from his seated position, Johnny wiped the dust off himself while strolling pleasantly along the rooftop, only turning once he saw the old mans fist. His words struck a chord, causing the blonde pirate to smile from ear to ear. Jiji-san might've just been more perfect that he understood. "Galand, eh? Don't go spendin' that coin in one place."
Now, time to make their escape.
From the light walk it turned into an all out sprint, heading in the direction of where Luka had ran off to. Probably to stop Tahira from escaping, but with them docked in the most Northern part of Lyneel, he was sure she could get out without much worry. As long as she had the distraction that was needed. Cutting Luka off and eventually catching up via rooftop, Johnny came down just as she was rounding a corner. Standing about ten feet from her, the blonde grabbed the hem of his cloak with a smirk."Hold on now, little bird. We aren't done talking just yet." Sparsely spoken with vigor, the cloak on his figure was removed to show only the hat Johnny wore and his glasses. The long nodachi at his side stretched a considerable length and his jacket had come off, showing a myriad of blossoming physique. He was ready for war. " Seems like some unpleasant events are brewin' aye? But I can't just let you go runnin' off when you're flashin' that pretty sword in front of me. It's like blood in the water to a predator." She must've thought he was some normal joe. That was her own fault and now, the piper was towing a new song.
"Let's have a go round, aye? That pretty sword versus my Echizen. He's been making a lot of noise ever since I got him, so I might not hold back." A far warning - this was no farce. It was the chance to go wild! Assuming his stance, body lowered, one hand on his sword hilt, he continued to smile. This clash wasn't to be ignored. The table was set and the only two around were Luka and Johnny. This was his kind of brawl."I'll warn you now though, I'm perfect."
Echizen Kaneue (越前兼植) ● Affirmed as an annoyance to Johnny, Echizen Kaneue is what he considers a Glutton. Being his first blade, it's automatically his favorite and used only for combat against an opponent Johnny deems as worthy. Heavier and longer than any normal Katana - Echizen Kaneue is considered a Nodachi [Lit. Staff Sword] and is wielded by Johnny masterfully only because of his large stature. In utilization with his Battōjutsu it becomes a lethal threat, able to stretch a length of [6] feet when fully drawn from its sheath, allowing its wielder to strike from some ridiculous ranges. In terms of personality, it was unruly upon Johnny first using it and seemed to yearn for combat. +80 Endurance +20 Strength
Still on the run, Tahira treaded onward. There was no time to look for the others. And quite honestly, it probably was best if she hadn’t. Being thrown in the mix like she had, it made her wonder if this was how they operated. And if so, she didn’t want to be the one of inconvenience. So instead of growing frustrated and heated over the sudden thrust of danger which started because of Nefertari, Tahira decided to let it go and just run with it. Literally. Not looking back now, she would twist and turn, before her speed slowed. No longer did she feel judgmental eyes. Nor the threat of pursuers. Back upon the wall, she slowly peeked around the corner and saw, “No one….” Had they given up? Or was there attention turned elsewhere? Either way, it was a good thing for her. Though, what now? Eyes on the dagger in her hand. A very gaudy looking item. The gems itself would fetch a good price. Though the blade. Not so much. Pulling it from its sheath, she could tell that this item alone was only for looks. Only the wealthy with money to spend wastefully would invest in this nonsense. But for now it was in her possession.
“Though, what of the others?” Were they alright? Uninjured hopefully. She felt beside herself, in continuing on ahead. But in such a situation, she herself knew for it to be best. Going back in, would only jeopardize them. Though, would they feel the same? One last look, before her feet carried her further north, to where their vessel’s waited. The docks. Only a few minutes she would wait, before moving on. Though not before leaving behind a message. A way for the others to locate her, if and when they made it out safely. Blue orbs to the sky; her form seemingly praying to the gods above. Though her sights were searching for direction. Upon her compass. From there she would begin to draw the cardinal points. On the deck floor. Though the point in which she was headed towards would have a small red gem placed atop it. To anyone it would probably mean nothing. But to them a clue on where to find her.
With that done, she would set sail on her loan man boat. Westward!
Luka had to get moving. She had a job to take care of and she wasn't going to dilly dally around anymore with them when people were in trouble. The man in metal made one more remark about the World Government, only adding more into Luka's growing doubts, but she would still need to investigate things more herself. He did mention he was rather impressed by her statement and to be rather blunt, she had impressed herself with it as well. Doing her own job had only ever been her primary focus as a Marine and intentionally climbing the ladder had only ever been a secondary thought to it. She'd never been terribly ambitious before so her declaration had caught herself by surprise as much as it had the young(?) man as well. Regardless, she would not hesitate. That was one thing she almost never did and she wan't about to change that at all. However she had to run off, only just managing to hear the man's name as she glanced back to him, committing it to her memory should they ever meet again.
She was almost towards the origins of the distressed calls when she turned a corner and was cut off by the man from the roof. He had jumped down to block her path as she jumped back a full five extra feet on reflex as she raised her right sword, pointing it at him as her stance was immediately assumed. Her right foot forwards, toes pointed with her blade and her torso facing her left, left arm relaxed and left foot facing with her torso as she narrowed her eyes at the man. He was getting in her way as she certainly didn't care to be stopped from doing her job. Though he had yet to prove a threat just yet as he spoke to her, implying their 'chat' had not yet been finished. He seemed to be aware that trouble was occurring in the town and he also didn't seem to care as he commented on her 'pretty sword'. He was clearly referring to her Meito, her named blade that was now currently held in her right hand and pointed at his chest. Seemed he was challenging her to a sword duel right here and now, a test of their named blades against one another. 'Echizen' was the name of his own blade and it sounded like it was a far more unruly sword than Luka's blade. Aizu Kunisada was a relatively tame blade by comparison to be sure. It respected the owner that held it as much as she respected the quality of the blade itself. It was similar to Luka herself in a way, as well as being light in her grip, making it the perfect sword for her to wield in battle with her high speed strikes.
"A swordsman's duel huh...?" She questioned him as she looked at the large man and the large blade he carried as well. It seemed that he was intent on interrupting her work for the sake of his little contest of strength after seeing her in action from above before. She sighed softly as she looked him in the eyes. "While I can respect your desire to fight others skilled with a blade, I must ask you to wait on that challenge. While I am a swordswoman, I'm a Marine first and right now I have a job to do so you will have to wait until I am done. I'm asking you to stand down and let me pass so that I may deal with the more important threat at hand. You are not a criminal as far as I am concerned yet, but if you refuse to let me go beyond this point without a fight I will have no choice but to assume you are helping the criminals in their escape. At that point I will be forced to arrest you regardless of how much force is required to do so." Her resolve was shown in her eyes as she certainly meant business here and if he gave her any indication that he was indeed stalling her here, she would attack him without hesitation.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2017 7:42 pm
Marines - they always seemed to do the same thing every time he came in contact. Talk entirely too much. Brazen eyes watched her flip her gums, yawning to himself while she spoke that dribble. Wait? That wasn't just of a pirates actions. Her assumption that he was helping others escape was right on the money, however. Course she ain't know that."Soukakakakakaka!" A hardy pat to the chest from her little speech, removing from his lined lower belt a piece of paper. Sliding from his fingers, he let the wind smack it into a nearby wall with a smile akin to Chesire. Clearly it was him with a bounty of over forty mil. A few ticks off from fifty. "Little Bird, quit all that yappin'. Perfection beckoned you. Comply." He wasn't gonna wait any longer, for obvious reasons. The longer he stalled her here, the easier it would be for the others to make their escape. So it began. Forward march, he covered their distance easily, but her striking range couldn't match his! Not with a blade so short. Drawing Echizen, he went in for an easy opening blow, straight for her midsection with a flurry of an outlined sword stretch. Ready. Waiting. Calculated.
Echizen Kaneue (越前兼植) ● Affirmed as an annoyance to Johnny, Echizen Kaneue is what he considers a Glutton. Being his first blade, it's automatically his favorite and used only for combat against an opponent Johnny deems as worthy. Heavier and longer than any normal Katana - Echizen Kaneue is considered a Nodachi [Lit. Staff Sword] and is wielded by Johnny masterfully only because of his large stature. In utilization with his Battōjutsu it becomes a lethal threat, able to stretch a length of [6] feet when fully drawn from its sheath, allowing its wielder to strike from some ridiculous ranges. In terms of personality, it was unruly upon Johnny first using it and seemed to yearn for combat. +80 Endurance +20 Strength
Techniques
Technique Name: Battōjutsu (Lit. The craft of Drawing ones Sword) Description: A katana being drawn from its sheath moves with a much greater speed and force than when it is being wielded normally. Additionally, greater drawing speed gives a swordsman more of an advantage in combat than an opponent whose speed is inferior. This is due in part to the fact that a katana's sharp blade curves upward against the inside of the sheath, allowing the swordsman to use more strength in drawing it without having to worry about applying extra control to his movements - the sword's path is guided by the sheath while the blade meets no resistance, moving two to three times faster than normal. Having learned this from his Sensei years ago, Johny's entire sword style deals with sheathing and unsheathing his blade. When in combat, he thrives off this style, receiving [+5 STR] while within its reign. Passive.
Technique Name: Kyori (Lit. Distance) Description: Dealing with his style of draw / resheath, in accordance with a powerful unsheathing comes knowing the outright distance of your opponent, which comes with training. Simply put, at all times, Johnny is able to keep track of an opponents location within his mind after some time of fighting them. Of course, an area filled with obstacles and various blockades would make this harder than an open field. After [3] Posts from the beginning of a fight, Johnny gains understanding of their distance constantly in feet. This is circumvented only by someone leaving his line of sight or using a high sped movement technique. Passive.
Technique Name: Kumo no Naka no Otoko (Lit. Man among Clouds) Description: Despite his size, Johnny has a certain grace about his movements. When being trained in the art of the sword, he drastically improved body control, now able to feel weightless and control himself in every position. [Johnny is able to strike, move, maneuver, and perform other acrobatic feats of agility with little to no effort. This allows him to do something like leaping off a leaf mid air or strike from a position a normal man would find impossible -- most applications of this nature are easily done. His body is extremely flexible, being gifted the title as perfect even in motion and while in motion, he receives [+5 Speed]. Passive.]
--- Technique Name: Battōjutsu ● Sōryūsen (Lit. Twin Dragon Flash) Description: The first of many unsheathing techniques taught to Johnny during his training. After assuming [Battōjutsu], Johnny unsheathes the blade in a lightning fast arc, removing it with speed and precision, to strike at an intended target. The advantage of this technique in particular, is it can be used in any position and, as long as Johnny has sight [or] understands the distance between himself and his intended target, can strike indefinitely without the use of thought. An easy opener or a signature finish. [+5 Power] to this attack. Usable [5] times before a [1] Post Cooldown. Power ● 110
This man did not move. He stayed in her way as he responded with a mixture of a laugh and some weaboo Japanese s**t. Why was it so common for people to mix languages like this these days anyways? Whatever, she didn't terribly care all that much as he reached into his ridiculously over sized belt (which was totally compensating for something) and procured a piece of paper. It was a Wanted poster and it just so happened to be a picture of himself. Johnny ฿. Blaze, worth a grant total of 48,300,000 Beli all by himself. At just shy of a bounty of fifty million beli, he was obviously a fairly dangerous threat and not to be taken lightly. Her eyes lit up then as she knew that he was most definitely the distraction for his allies at this point. She also knew that this man was to be taken in at any cost, alive or not. The status of him surviving this fight at all would mostly depend on him, though if his death would be the most efficient way to stop him and his allies in place of using non lethal methods, she'd not hesitate to use the more logical choice. She did however have something of a second chance policy she tried to employ whenever possible as well. If he was not slain in battle then he'd have a chance for regret and repentance in prison.
Back to the issue of the impending fight, Luka was as ready as ever as her eyes narrowed at him. She wasn't going to let him escape nor would she let him keep her held up like this. She couldn't risk calling for backup with another swordsman standing so close to herself. That would create too much of an opening so she'd have to end this as quickly as possible first. She had already decided her course of action before he'd even started speaking again after he had shown her his poster. They stood fifteen feet apart after her leap back had given them more space. She noted their distance as she saw his right hand move as he was going to reach for his sword. It was only logical that he would draw his blade and rush at her. It was a pretty common opener at such a distance. Not to mention he was using a ridiculously long blade so it was unlikely that he would fully draw it out before moving to strike. That would leave him open for too long. He would do both with one motion to minimize his own risk due to how long his blade was (which was also definitely compensating for something). She bent her knees as he reached for his blade and he started to move.
The sun was behind her so her shadow naturally was displayed in front of her. That was good if she needed to make use of her powers in this fight without rising any preemptive suspicions. By the time he had grasped his sword handle properly and started to dash for Luka, she had already done so much more. She had reached her left arm around, gripping the handle of the sword at her right hip firmly as she had begun to dash at him at a much quicker speed than his own. She'd meet him slightly more than the halfway point from her side, closer to his start point due to the gap in speed. Her left arm rose up suddenly, striking the pommel of her blade at Johnny's exposed wrist with as much strength as she could. They were nearly equally matched there, but since his hand was focused on moving forwards, and not down against her strike, the advantage was Luka's. She had used the size difference to take advantage of the fact that merely drawing her sword up after she had closed the gap would smash the pommel into his wrist, likely even breaking it and vastly inhibiting his ability to wield his sword correctly all without even fully removing the sword from its sheathe. In fact the blade was maybe a third, maybe a half drawn by the time this strike was made.
From this position, Luka's feet were firmly planted on the ground as her pommel strike would force Johnny's hand upwards, painfully so before he would manage to even draw the blade from its sheathe. Her right arm was bent at the elbow, Aizu pointed at Johnny's stomach from above her left arm as she thrust it forwards the moment after her left hand blade struck at his wrist. After the first strike to his wrist, her left blade would sheathe slightly again, ready to strike his wrist again the moment she needed to when he tried to draw his blade again. With her this close and Johnny's sword being a katana bladed on one side as far as she could tell, she was inside his arc of threat in this position and he'd not be able to strike her at all without increasing their distance again. The idea was to deal as much damage as possible as quickly as she could with as much efficiency as possible.
Summary Luka intercepted Johnny's rush at her, 'drew her sword at her right hip about half way to smash the pommel into his wrist before he would have drawn his sword. This attack will deal [52] points of damage (assuming we round down) to Johnny's Health Points and cause severe damage to his wrist, breaking it and preventing him from being able to properly use his sword with that hand since the damage is over 1/4 his entire health pool.
Her right handed blade, Aizu Kunisada is pointed at his stomach immediately after and is being thrust forwards to stab at his exposed body. This attack will deal [52] points of damage to Johnny's Health Points as well as result in bleeding and possible damage to internal organs.
Side note: Johnny should have [200] base Health Points, not [250]. He gets [100] to start and he has 160,000 exp. at +5 per 10,000 exp, that nets him an extra [80] Health Points. With Endurance getting an extra Health Point per [5] points, Johnny would get another [20] for his Endurance stat.
Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2017 7:13 am
So, she was quick on her feet? Very well. The speed she implored wasn't something he hadn't been expecting - it was always good to keep an eye out for things like this. Her motion to meet him half way would be met with a enigmatic smile. To a means, her end would be quick. Just. As quickly as she made her motions to cease the movement of his sword, he moved accordingly, briskly escaping the full blunt assault on his wrist. The contact was there. The pain, irritating as shown on his face, but the satisfaction from his blade driving through her entire lower mid section leveled out. With that kind of wound, she wouldn't be moving around freely anytime soon. Their latest clash behind them, Johnny retreated back with a leap, gaining a distance prior to their engagement. Fifteen feet once more. Switching hands, he placed Echizen on its opposite side to continue combat. She was fast. Strong enough to pressure him if not careful. He'd take that into account for their next go round. Assuming his stance once again, Johnny stayed in position, watching. Currently, the advantage was his.
Ryunosuke Ryusei
Edited. 52 points of damage. A deep wound with intense bleeding.
Echizen Kaneue (越前兼植) ● Affirmed as an annoyance to Johnny, Echizen Kaneue is what he considers a Glutton. Being his first blade, it's automatically his favorite and used only for combat against an opponent Johnny deems as worthy. Heavier and longer than any normal Katana - Echizen Kaneue is considered a Nodachi [Lit. Staff Sword] and is wielded by Johnny masterfully only because of his large stature. In utilization with his Battōjutsu it becomes a lethal threat, able to stretch a length of [6] feet when fully drawn from its sheath, allowing its wielder to strike from some ridiculous ranges. In terms of personality, it was unruly upon Johnny first using it and seemed to yearn for combat. +80 Endurance +20 Strength
Techniques
Technique Name: Battōjutsu (Lit. The craft of Drawing ones Sword) Description: A katana being drawn from its sheath moves with a much greater speed and force than when it is being wielded normally. Additionally, greater drawing speed gives a swordsman more of an advantage in combat than an opponent whose speed is inferior. This is due in part to the fact that a katana's sharp blade curves upward against the inside of the sheath, allowing the swordsman to use more strength in drawing it without having to worry about applying extra control to his movements - the sword's path is guided by the sheath while the blade meets no resistance, moving two to three times faster than normal. Having learned this from his Sensei years ago, Johny's entire sword style deals with sheathing and unsheathing his blade. When in combat, he thrives off this style, receiving [+5 STR] while within its reign. Passive.
Technique Name: Kyori (Lit. Distance) Description: Dealing with his style of draw / resheath, in accordance with a powerful unsheathing comes knowing the outright distance of your opponent, which comes with training. Simply put, at all times, Johnny is able to keep track of an opponents location within his mind after some time of fighting them. Of course, an area filled with obstacles and various blockades would make this harder than an open field. After [3] Posts from the beginning of a fight, Johnny gains understanding of their distance constantly in feet. This is circumvented only by someone leaving his line of sight or using a high sped movement technique. Passive.
Technique Name: Kumo no Naka no Otoko (Lit. Man among Clouds) Description: Despite his size, Johnny has a certain grace about his movements. When being trained in the art of the sword, he drastically improved body control, now able to feel weightless and control himself in every position. [Johnny is able to strike, move, maneuver, and perform other acrobatic feats of agility with little to no effort. This allows him to do something like leaping off a leaf mid air or strike from a position a normal man would find impossible -- most applications of this nature are easily done. His body is extremely flexible, being gifted the title as perfect even in motion and while in motion, he receives [+5 Speed]. Passive.] ---
INDENT"§" The trip to Lyneel took a while longer than expected, and Sigurd's provisions were starting to look fairly slim indeed. It was fortunate he found his destination when he did it seems. He sailed up to the port, and tied up his little boat, and took out any valuables. The boat itself was nearing on worthless in all honesty, and he hoped to more or less either part ways with it, or sell it. Hell, if he joined up with a crew, they could use it as a life boat. Perhaps, while he was here trying to find a crew, he could ply his trade as a Scientist, helping design and make inventions for anyone interested, or he could talk to the locals or do research on the island itself to find out more. It would be a while before he would have the chance, as there was plenty of first steps in a new town, primarily being to avoid any altercations and mischief and go right to buy some food for himself. Paying the docking fee and registering with the port authorities, Sigurd strode into town, his nose leading him to food, and there the scarlet clad scholar would start his time in Lyneel, eating a hearty meal much like any other sailor would after being on the ocean for so long. He was also interested in finding someone to ease him into a good nights sleep on land, but that could come later on. He had a few shopping stops, namely, a place to make something he came up with on the ocean. Some gauntlets with built in environmental control and the ability to be used in combat. He already has the schematics drawn up, he would just need to get the right materials to execute his plan.
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Battle Stats
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[Human]: +5 Int | +5 Spd [Archae]: +5 Int | +5 End
The resulting clash was...unpleasant to say the least. She had underestimated the speed of her opponent and had also taken damage even if her initial strike had succeeded, her second attack would miss as he leaped back from the resulting stagger of them both taking relatively strong attacks. The effective 'damage' to each party was not quite so equal as the force each had applied however. Johnny had a fractured if not fully broken wrist but Luka was now bleeding with a rather painful gash in her right side, just under her ribs. She had no damaged bones to speak of no, but she was bleeding and he was not. It was a horrible oversight and miscalculation on her part and she had suffered the price for it.
Her opponent had created more distance between them both, getting a moment of reprieve for each as he swapped hands for his sword, confirming her suspicions that he couldn't use his right hand to roper effectiveness anymore. The question was whether or not he was ambidextrous or not. But she was going to automatically assume the worst case scenario for the rest of the fight and behave as if he were left handed now. She would have to avoid such a severe mistake again or it might cost her her life. She panted out as she hadn't suffered an actual injury to this degree in a very long time. She'd have to deal with the pain for now as she grasped the hilt of her blade on her right hip and fully unsheathed it now as she looked at her opponent.
"I'll apologize for underestimating you after that, it's been a while since I've fought someone on your level." She spoke to him as they each took a second to breath so to speak. "I'm going to assume the distress call I received was from your companions. How many more of you are there? Where are they now, or rather, where are they heading?" She questioned him as she had her left sword up and pointed at him now, her stance from earlier fully reversed as she two was ambidextrous with her blades. "If you are planning to delay me here for their safe escape then you must have a designated rendezvous point to meet up at later. I'll be needing you to give me that information as well." She wasn't really asking so much as demanding the information really. She had no real belief that he would willingly part with such sensitive information but she had to at least offer him the chance to surrender himself and his cohorts. "Of course you aren't obligated to answer but if you do that would make things much easier for us both." Him betraying his allies and most likely friends was highly unlikely and he was likely to tell her '******** off' or something before resuming their battle. She didn't mind as simply putting the offer on the table was all she wanted to do at the very least. Given their differing objectives and the nature of the crime being theft and impeding an officer of the law, she certainly had no reason to take his life here though she can't say the same for him wanting her own life. Ideally she would take him in and even if she could not extract the desired information, he would be properly arrested and punished. And if possible he could have a change of heart on his life of criminal activity. That was a very optimistic outcome and Luka would not expect things to go so smoothly at all. She was prepared for the worst outcome instead but the chance of the other end happening was always a plus.
Summary Luka took [55] points of damage from the resulting clash, her and Johnny both back off and she draws her other sword fully now as he changes hands. She starts questioning him.
What. . kind of battle was this? What kind of woman was this? He didn't move from his position, keeping his distance as Luka began to question him time and time again. Their prior clash had taught him two very important things. The first, she was strong. Strong enough and skilled enough to make his hand almost unusable after a single clash. To any swordsmen, that was one of the worst things that could happen. Flexing his palm open, then shut, he found he still had use of it to an extent, enough that if it came down to it, he could swap once again. Even still.. "With that wound, she's losing blood and losing it fast. Does she really think idle conversation is the best thing to be having right now?" Inwardly he'd question with a brow raised. "You aren't so bad yourself, Little Bird, but I can see I've almost clipped one of your wings."He'd begin, smiling to himself while beginning to walk in a circle around her. His stance strong, eyes hawked. As said earlier, the second thing he'd learned was that she was much faster than him, but not on the draw. That'd been taken as one of his more prideful accents.
He wasn't a fool. Any good swordsmen knew their strengths and weaknesses better than anyone. And currently, the advantage was his. For what reason did he need to charge it again? "Listen -" Smiling, he began. "None of that matters. My nakama. Where they are or how many; that's none of your concern. You should be worried about how long you have before you pass out from blood loss." She thought she'd goat him into another frontal assault and that wasn't happening. He might've looked like a typical brute, but blonde pirate had his wits about him. "Sitting here conversing is fine for me, but you're the one who'll suffer the longer this drags on. I suggest coming at me with everything you've got or you'll be face first in a pond of your own blood." She was playing the dozens and he was playing the hundreds.
Ryunosuke Ryusei
Health system or not, if she sits there with a deep wound like that for too long, she'll pass out. I suggest you make your move.
Echizen Kaneue (越前兼植) ● Affirmed as an annoyance to Johnny, Echizen Kaneue is what he considers a Glutton. Being his first blade, it's automatically his favorite and used only for combat against an opponent Johnny deems as worthy. Heavier and longer than any normal Katana - Echizen Kaneue is considered a Nodachi [Lit. Staff Sword] and is wielded by Johnny masterfully only because of his large stature. In utilization with his Battōjutsu it becomes a lethal threat, able to stretch a length of [6] feet when fully drawn from its sheath, allowing its wielder to strike from some ridiculous ranges. In terms of personality, it was unruly upon Johnny first using it and seemed to yearn for combat. +80 Endurance +20 Strength
Techniques
Technique Name: Battōjutsu (Lit. The craft of Drawing ones Sword) Description: A katana being drawn from its sheath moves with a much greater speed and force than when it is being wielded normally. Additionally, greater drawing speed gives a swordsman more of an advantage in combat than an opponent whose speed is inferior. This is due in part to the fact that a katana's sharp blade curves upward against the inside of the sheath, allowing the swordsman to use more strength in drawing it without having to worry about applying extra control to his movements - the sword's path is guided by the sheath while the blade meets no resistance, moving two to three times faster than normal. Having learned this from his Sensei years ago, Johny's entire sword style deals with sheathing and unsheathing his blade. When in combat, he thrives off this style, receiving [+5 STR] while within its reign. Passive.
Technique Name: Kyori (Lit. Distance) Description: Dealing with his style of draw / resheath, in accordance with a powerful unsheathing comes knowing the outright distance of your opponent, which comes with training. Simply put, at all times, Johnny is able to keep track of an opponents location within his mind after some time of fighting them. Of course, an area filled with obstacles and various blockades would make this harder than an open field. After [3] Posts from the beginning of a fight, Johnny gains understanding of their distance constantly in feet. This is circumvented only by someone leaving his line of sight or using a high sped movement technique. Passive.
Technique Name: Kumo no Naka no Otoko (Lit. Man among Clouds) Description: Despite his size, Johnny has a certain grace about his movements. When being trained in the art of the sword, he drastically improved body control, now able to feel weightless and control himself in every position. [Johnny is able to strike, move, maneuver, and perform other acrobatic feats of agility with little to no effort. This allows him to do something like leaping off a leaf mid air or strike from a position a normal man would find impossible -- most applications of this nature are easily done. His body is extremely flexible, being gifted the title as perfect even in motion and while in motion, he receives [+5 Speed]. Passive.] ---
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