Loguetown

[Cor Contritum]

xxxxxxxxHP; 588 || Str; 77 || Spd; 105 || Sta; 29 || Def; 58 || Vit; 29 || Prw; 00 || SP; 588 || Spt; 86xxxxxxx

Lily felt success as she would drag him towards her, keeping his only available hand busy as she continued to grip the chains tight. When he moved in to strike her with his shield she would let her tentacles all four of them reach out towards him to press the shield against his body and allow the large objects to tighten around him as she wobbled off to the left in an accidental over compensation for his weight bringing her close to tipping over, "Surrender." she ordered as she would grab his still exposed wrist as she attempted to start squeezing the breath out of him.





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Samael of Light

 

[Samael of Light]

As he would see the tentacles coming at him, directed at the opening between his attacking shield and the stretched arm that had its fingers turned into chains, he wondered what she was planning but, as the tentacles reached him, instead of hitting his body, they wrapped around him and crawled to his left arm, in an attempt to immobilize it while squeezing his chest. As the pressure would begin, however, he shifted the form of his torso with the powers of his fruit, creating blades beneath the tentacles around his torso, that would cut into her flesh as she would try to squeeze him with them, while resisting her attempt to pull his arm to his chest At the same time, he would let her know that such tricks like controlling "tentacles" could be done by him as well. His chains would squeeze her hand as if his own hand was used to crush it. While the tips would crawl up her arm. Hasty, was the word he had in mind for the girl.

Word Count: 175

Battle Data:
084 Strength :: 000 Prowess :: 110 Defense :: 050 Speed :: 025 Stamina :: 025 Vitality
640 Health :: 540 Stamina

Total SP used: 50
SP used: 25

Damage suffered: 110 - 77 = -37
Damage caused: 0 + 25 = 25 (Blades)
84 + 25 = 109 (Chains)

Tech duration:
Chains 3/3
Torso blades: 1/3

Technique Name: Iron Mold
Description: The user is able to turn part of his body into iron and reshape it as he sees fit. Attacking with a part of his body transformed in iron gives an increase of [25] to it's power. The change in form is limited to one's imagination while any increase in range cannot surpass [25] ft.
Trait(s): Devil Fruit
Effect: Buff
Range: Self
Duration: 3 posts
Tier: 1
Cost: 25
Base: N/A

Cor Contritum

 

[Cor Contritum]

xxxxxxxxHP; 479 || Str; 77 || Spd; 105 || Sta; 29 || Def; 58 || Vit; 29 || Prw; 00 || SP; 588 || Spt; 86xxxxxxx

The tentacles had wrapped tight around him, but instead of feeling a solid person she was once again back to feeling something trying to cut them. Why did every human want to cut off her limbs? Annoyance flitted across her face as she eased her grip on his torso, however the tentacles on his arms would tighten and she would with one swift movement pull both his limbs to her left and force a head first dive into the water. His chains were still effectively wrapped around her arm allowing her to maintain her grip on them as well as his two forearms, with her combined body weight she should manage to pull the man into the ocean from the docks they had been standing on since she confronted him.





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Samael of Light

 

[Samael of Light]

She softened the grip on his torso but proceeded to squeeze his arm instead, causing him to react by transforming the entire arm into five more chains, unlike his right arm. The shield, that was strapped to his forearm, was hanging on the chains. The chains would coil around the woman's tentacles, that were connected to his torso, and make their way to her body. The chains he made with his arm were over twenty feet in length, being much longer than her tentacles they could easily reach her. As she tried to pull him, he firmly planted his feet into the ground and tried to resist her this time. But the momentum from his forward motion would make it hard to stop, his balance would crumble and, if he did nothing, he would be thrown head first into the water. There was one fortunate thing about being a logia user though, specifically one that could be molded at will. As he started to stumble, chains shot out from his back and shoulders, with hooks at the tip in order to anchor him to the surroundings, like the bench where he left the statue. From his torso and legs, spikes would sprout and dig into the unpaved ground as his stance shifted forcefully. His head would stop a few centimeters away from the water. Meanwhile, his chains would coil around her body, to inflict upon her what she previously tried to do with him. To squeeze her small frame and attempt to make her unable to breathe. "How about you surrender, girl?" he would return her question if he was successful.

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Battle Data:
084 Strength :: 000 Prowess :: 110 Defense :: 050 Speed :: 025 Stamina :: 025 Vitality
563 Health :: 540 Stamina

Total SP used: 50
SP used: 25 (refreshing Iron Mold)
Total HP lost: 77

Damage suffered: -77 (Arm Squeeze)
Damage caused: 84 + 25 = 109 (Chains Squeezing)

Tech duration:
Iron Mold: 1/3

Technique Name: Iron Mold
Description: The user is able to turn part of his body into iron and reshape it as he sees fit. Attacking with a part of his body transformed in iron gives an increase of [25] to it's power. The change in form is limited to one's imagination while any increase in range cannot surpass [25] ft.
Trait(s): Devil Fruit
Effect: Buff
Range: Self
Duration: 3 posts
Tier: 1
Cost: 25
Base: N/A

Cor Contritum

 

[Cor Contritum]

xxxxxxxxHP; 370 || Str; 84 || Spd; 105 || Sta; 29 || Def; 58 || Vit; 29 || Prw; 00 || SP; 588 || Spt; 86xxxxxxx

Lily would watch as the male would be tossed to the left and heading towards the ocean only to fall short by a bit as chains made their way out of him and dug into the earthen ground underneath him and lodged him just barely above the water, Lily wouldn't hesitate as he took that action. She took the single step and managed to step on his inner thigh, most likely crushing some genitals on the way to getting into the water, while one of the tentacles previously wrapped around his torso managed to wrap around his neck and immediately drag him down. The chain wrapped tight around her arm that she was currently gripping and the tentacles that had been wrapped in chains all working against him as she would immediately start to tug him downwards into her domain. The earthen dirt anywhere near an ocean would be extensively wet and malleable due to the amount of moisture around as well as the waves that probably lapped at it every night, his hooks in her mind wouldn't be able to keep him tethered to the ground he currently craved.





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Samael of Light

 

[Samael of Light]

Being relieved only lasted for a moment as the woman walked towards him and stepped on his genitals. He flinched as it pained him greatly but noticed that she did just that. Instead of attacking him multiple times, she chose to walk off the edge and into the water. Despite the pain, he did not release the grip he had on her. Anger motivated him to lash out. As she no longer would have a firm footing, he used his strength to lift her instead. The ground, although moist and not as firm one would wish for it to be, stood firm as the spikes that sprouted from his torso and legs distributed his weight over a larger area than if he had been standing up. Without forgetting the hooks that might have latched onto something. Noticing slightly late her tentacle on his neck, he formed blades around it to avoid being strangled. This time it would no longer be a contest of strength. With his left arm's chains having crawled up to her and coiled around her tentacles and body, while his right hand's wrapped themselves around her left arm, he would continue to squeeze her. He would keep her up in the air, as distant as her tentacles allowed since they were shorter than his chains, and use the chains he formed on his back to correct his stance, getting back up before distancing himself from the water.

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Battle Data:
084 Strength :: 000 Prowess :: 110 Defense :: 050 Speed :: 025 Stamina :: 025 Vitality
479 Health :: 415 Stamina

Total SP used: 175
SP used: 25
Total HP lost: 77 + 84 = 161

Damage suffered: -84 (Kick!!!)
Damage caused: 84 + 25 = 109 (Chains Squeezing)

Tech duration:
Torso Blades: 3/3
Right Hand Chains: 3/3
Left Arm Chains: 2/3
Spikes: 2/3
Hooked Spikes: 2/3
Neck Blades: 1/3

Technique Name: Iron Mold
Description: The user is able to turn part of his body into iron and reshape it as he sees fit. Attacking with a part of his body transformed in iron gives an increase of [25] to it's power. The change in form is limited to one's imagination while any increase in range cannot surpass [25] ft.
Trait(s): Devil Fruit
Effect: Buff
Range: Self
Duration: 3 posts
Tier: 1
Cost: 25
Base: N/A

Cor Contritum

 

[Samael of Light]

The pirate managed to create a decent distance between him self and the water. The girl, despite her tentacles still being around his arm and torso, was helplessly held up in the air by his chains that continued to squeeze her. Being able to take control of the situation, he moved four chains on his back towards the girl, an attack where he would sink the hooks into her flesh before yanking them out. As she was held up, it was unlikely for her to be able to avoid that but, he still wondered if she would be able to surprise him.

Word Count: Didn't count this time either

Battle Data:
084 Strength :: 000 Prowess :: 110 Defense :: 050 Speed :: 025 Stamina :: 025 Vitality
479 Health :: 415 Stamina

Total SP used: 225
SP used: 50
Total HP lost: 77 + 84 = 161

Damage suffered: 0
Damage caused: 84 + 25 = 109 (Chains Squeezing)
84 + 25 = 109 (Stabbing with the Hooks)

Tech duration:
Torso Blades: 1/3 (Refreshed)
Right Hand Chains: 1/3 (Refreshed)
Left Arm Chains: 3/3
Spikes: 3/3
Hooked Spikes: 3/3
Neck Blades: 2/3

Technique Name: Iron Mold
Description: The user is able to turn part of his body into iron and reshape it as he sees fit. Attacking with a part of his body transformed in iron gives an increase of [25] to it's power. The change in form is limited to one's imagination while any increase in range cannot surpass [25] ft.
Trait(s): Devil Fruit
Effect: Buff
Range: Self
Duration: 3 posts
Tier: 1
Cost: 25
Base: N/A

Cor Contritum

Fighters have a max of waiting 48 hours for the other to post or for the next one in a post cycle to do so otherwise they are skipped or the action of the opponent carries on, no dispute.

 

[Samael of Light]

[The fight's over so Gran releases Lily (who would be unconscious) and moves on to buy the ship he wanted.]

Cor Contritum

 

[Cor Contritum]

[ lily leaves back to marine homebase ]  

[Samael of Light]

[Gran leaves]

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Battle Data:
100 Strength :: 000 Prowess :: 150 Defense :: 100 Speed :: 047 Stamina :: 035 Vitality
910/910 Health :: 694/694 Stamina
 

[x E U R Y D I C E]

"And I lifted my head to the sky so that we may shed our tears together"

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Running.

A panting man clad in a bandana around his mouth and the rugged, makeshift uniform of a pirate in a low-tier crew hurriedly rushed along the cobblestone streets of Loguetown. As he ran, his shadow was slowly swallowed by that of a soaring carriage. It'd crash just a foot behind him, the man putting in extra effort to escape now, more pep in his step. From above, prancing from rooftop to rooftop was a figure cloaked in black. They were nimble and swift, keeping up with the man from above. They enjoyed the hunt, probably a little more than they should've. This was small game hunting at the best, but given the other executives had gone off to handle their own business, Firefly was left to their own devices.

From the hat the man donned it appeared that he'd been the captain. Resorting to hunting down low-grade pirates was beneath them but Firefly still had to make a living. Unfortunately, they weren't quite as discreet as their title of assassin would lead one to think they were. Destruction in their wake. Broken carriages, tossed stands, buildings with chunks of stone carved from their sides. The majority of the pirate's crew had been scattered throughout Loguetown. Bodies littered the streets, the walls painted a metallic sanguine hue as blade marks stroked their backs.

The assassin hadn't been so much as hunting them for gains but for sport at this point. Did no Blue offer the cloaked killer a challenge? They'd just been warming up to this body again after years away from it. They wanted to feel alive again! Even though they were dead. They missed that rush of adrenaline, of excitement when swinging a blade. It all felt so moot and hollow now. There wasn't as much weight behind their swings any longer.

Despite the wreckage of the town, no harm had come to any of its citizens. Its structures and stands were a different story entirely.

The man continued to run, panting and shouting for help but none came, karma for his previous torment against the town's bystanders.

Unfortunately for him, it was high time that Firely finished this little game of cat and mouse. From above they swooped, one of two blades drawn with the ring of metal sliding across metal. A single downward vertical scrape would cut him down. The sharp edge digging through the flesh on his back as he stammered to take another step forward without blood gushing from the open wound. A ghostly aura behind him, permeating the air with frost as a second slice came, a horizontal sweep across the back. The misty aura eroding from his back like steam as his eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible. The captain collapsed finally and over him loomed the silent figure, whipping the blood from their blade before calmly sheathing it. Their body slumped as they sighed, bemused by the game as they begun to trot off; unaware of the amount of destruction they'd caused in the process.




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N7-Rain

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[N7-Rain]

:: 120 Strength :: 000 Prowess :: 100 Defense :: 100 Speed ::
[690 Health :: 690 Stamina :: 110 Spirit]

As she made her way to Logue town she stopped at the port and quickly jumped off of her ship and ran towards the town, looking around she saw as the town was painted in blood, as if someone came through here in a killing spree. Well most of the killings done were pirates, although low grade pirates who were basically just no names; looking around she saw structures damaged and the entire town in ruin because of this. At least no civilian was killed but no one was allowed to just run in here doing this as they pleased, she ordered her marine squad to look around to make sure there were anyone alive and round them up, she was on the hunt for this killer. As she ran following the death she would then come up to a strangely dressed person standing before a dead pirate, putting her iron knuckles then pointed at the man. "You there! Stop all these killings, I understand they're pirates but you destroyed half of the town in the process, people could of been injured in your killing spree. I have to turn you in please come quietly or I will have to use force." Xandria said to the person as she had her guard up just in case if he came in to attack before speaking, she couldn't just go in attacking, maybe they wanted to go in quietly...maybe.

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"And I lifted my head to the sky so that we may shed our tears together"

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Reveling in the brisk air the dark figure shot their gaze towards the sky before releasing a muffled coo. Most of the citizens had fled the immediate vicinity and were now indoors where they thought they'd be safe. Stragglers roamed the streets in search of the same. There would be no cash reward but at least they were able to kill a bit of time while they were out here.

They hadn't acknowledged the presence behind them until they spoke, playing the voice of reason in terms of telling the figure to turn themselves in. For a moment Firefly stopped, body shifting fully to view the blonde woman standing about ten paces away. Their head cocked to the side as hidden eyes had fallen upon the woman's iron knuckles and seaside ensemble.

A marine?

They took a moment to look around them, noticing the damage they'd dealt but, as the blonde stated, no citizens had been harmed in their killing spree. While the cloaked being comprehended the woman's language, it turned back to stare at her quizzically as if questioning her morals and why they should've cared about toppling a few buildings so as long as they did their job. Collateral was always a factor, at least this time it didn't come in the form of people's lives.

With no intention of surrounding, Firefly set a gloved hand onto the hilt of one of two blades. The metal ringing as the blade gingerly scraped along the hollowed sheathe. Held in a single hand they stood with their blade drawn. Dominant right right leg swept and bent forward, lesser kept at the rear, balanced and rooted to the dirt by the balls of their feet. A traditional two-handed sword stance but Firefly only used one while the other beckoned the woman into combat with a taunt.

Maybe she could provide them with a little excitement.




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N7-Rain

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[N7-Rain]

:: 120 Strength :: 000 Prowess :: 100 Defense :: 100 Speed ::
[690 Health :: 690 Stamina :: 110 Spirit]

As Xandria watched the man take a fighting stance with his swords and waved her to fight him she took a sigh and made a small bow in respect and said. "Very well, my name is Xandria Aytolis its an honor to fight with you." She finished as she stood back up and raised both of her hands in the air and looked towards him, examining his fighting stance she knew that if she didn't have her iron knuckles then fighting him would be tougher. She didn't fall for his taunt, instead she took it as his reply of wanting to fight and not go in with her; she waited for whatever response he did to her bow no matter what it was. Taking in a deep breath and then out she then ran forward with her arms up to be ready for any counter attack he was going to do onto her, being ready to block them if necessary. When she got into close she made a quick side step to her left then made a right punch at their chest then a left hook at their face, each punch she made she made sure her other hand went back close to her body so she can block any in coming attacks.

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"And I lifted my head to the sky so that we may shed our tears together"

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A bow? How surprisingly formal of her. Had they known that they were fighting someone with honor beforehand they would've done the same. For now, the opposition would just have to be satisfied with an acknowledging nod of the head.

As the woman rushed forward, Firefly watched her movements. The subtle sways of her body, focusing on the hips to analyze any shifts in her body. Her side-step was quick, but Firefly just as swiftly sidestepped in the opposite direction so the blow to the chest missed its mark, swaying their head back to narrowly evade a hooking blow to the face. When this occurred the cloaked swordsman pivoted a single step over to the woman's left side and swung their blade upward, aiming to cleave that striking arm off by the elbow.




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