Again the woman was quick on her toes. Stopping the reach of the first swing hadn't been surprising, but realizing that it was a feint so they could stab at her toes was an even more impressive feat. However, Firefly hadn't been caught completely off guard by it given the woman enjoyed trying to grapple her to keep her at close range. So while both wrists were held on to this meant that the blonde also had limited options in terms of movements and actions. So when the headbutt came, Firefly reared their head back with a back tilt of the body and flexibly swung their knee up to collide with the woman's chin instead with enough force to disorient her.
Her opponent was a tenacious one always having something up their sleeve to avoid her attacks, it seems like shes made more attacks to him and he keeps on dodging them, but keeping close was definitely helping. When he threw up his knee to try to ram his knee to her chin she had to be a little creative, since she was already in close she flexed her stomach as she pushed her body in closer so that her opponent's knees collided with her stomach instead of her chin. She knew that just by her opponent's positioning the knee kick won't be a standard knee kick it was a bit desperate; feeling the knee kick hit her stomach whole she was flexing it didn't hurt all that much seeing that she was expecting it to hit her there. Keeping her grip on his wrists she moved her grip on her right hand to where she was gripping his right shoulder's cloak now. Making one quick motion she placed her left foot forward to the left side of her opponent, then she brought in her right leg around his right leg, making her right leg sweep backwards she also pushed his right shoulder and his leg at the same time to make him fall onto his back, from there she immediately went fight a right punch to the side of his face.
No need for the extra acrobatics any longer. They had the option of taking advantage of the toss by flipping with it back onto their feet, they were certainly nimble enough. However, is the throw occurred their mind hatched an idea. The woman enjoyed getting in close and Firefly had been allowing this, it made for quite the troublesome opponent when faced directly. However, this meant the freedom of an arm so once their back would hit the ground and the punch started to come, with timing and precision they'd stab upward with their right hand. Taking full advantage of the reach Firefly had with their sword to impale the blade through the woman's gut before that punch could reach their face.
As Xandria was throwing her fist down she saw as he started to drive his sword up trying to stab her in the stomach, from this she decided to make a small hop a little to increase the distance the sword had to travel by a couple more inches. From that she shifted her waist to move her body side ways just narrowly avoiding the stab but she felt a small cut happen on her stomach, as she was falling down she picked her left elbow up and drove it down onto his chest. Xandria placed her right hand on her left fist so that her elbow drop went down a bit faster and would do a bit more damage if she had hit him.
With their blade narrowly missing its intended mark. Firefly immediately drew it away. And as the elbow came from the falling woman Firely simultaneously swept the blade in their left hand across the woman's side, taking a hasty slash at the falling woman in the midst of rolling away from the elbow drop; scrambling back to their feet to left the wounded woman drop the the ground. For now Firefly was persevering,this one had a lot of vigor inside of her. The assassin used this time to gain a bit of distance between them, around five or so feet. Their head craned to the side as they'd sheathe one of their blades now; returning to a single sword style.
Her opponent was a tenacious one she will give her that, fighting for their dear lives as if she was going to kill her but killing was never in her book. Xandria had no reason to kill someone over a few buildings that he happened to wreck. When he made a hasty slice towards her would get cut by it but sword on her side, but since it was hasty it wasn't all that deep. As she fell to the ground not hitting him she went on her back and made a kip up to get back on her feet as she dusted herself off and looked at her opponent watching him sheathe his blade and went back to fighting one sword style again. Xandria had been just running in to try to get in close so she could fight him in close quarters but now it seemed like he was starting to adapt to that. Xandria needed a new method to attacking him now, walking over to a ruining building close to her that her opponent had ruined she made a stomp kick on one of the walls making some rubble. She then picked up a rock then chucked it at him, but she didn't stop there she began picking up more rocks one by one and threw them at him. After the 5th rock she picked up a piece that was even bigger than she threw, looked like it was a corner of a building or something, using both hands she chucked it at him following the rocks she threw. After throwing them she made no time to dash in again, as she dashed in she activated her haki again wanting to be on the safer side, since he was very unpredictable. Running in she kept her guard up and watched her opponent carefully, wanting to use the rocks as a distraction so she could get in closer but she had her guard up for whatever attack he wanted to do.
Basic Kenbunshoku Haki -25 spirit Xandria takes -75 damage
Making distance between them, Firefly watched with sharp eyes as the woman made her way over to one of the ruined buildings. It appeared that she was trying out a new tactic now in the form of chucking hunks of stone and cement in Firefly's direction. It was an odd, uncouth method but an interesting swing of improve nonetheless.
However, these fireflies would then mystify the area around them as the forty foot space would become veiled in a thick, cold fog. It shivered the bones and the soul with its chilling presence as the marine would find herself quite near-sighted as consequence for being within it; barely able to see a few feet in front of her.
Naturally, the creator of this mystic fog could peer through it, using it to their advantage to trek silently around the woman. Their steps long, agile, and brief as they'd suddenly appear at the rear, their blade reaping downward for the woman's back with a sudden sneak attack. Though once they'd swing, hit or miss, if they were able to they'd dip back into the fog to remain hidden.
Technique Name: Abyss Walker: Habataki Mantisu no Kurōru [Fluttering Mantis Crawl] Description: Experienced in the martial arts known as the Rokushiki, the user specializes in its graceful yet powerful movements. As such the user is extremely flexible and can contort their bodies in a number of ways often viewed as impossible; folding and floating like a piece of paper. When attacked they can use this weightless movement to swiftly maneuver away so they can counter strike. When dodging, a cold aura exudes from their body that takes the form of many fluttering fireflies that can serve as a distraction by skewering one's vision. The drop in temperature can cause stiffness in one's muscles, lowering the enemy's Speed by [-25]. Trait(s): Rokushiki [Kami-E] Effect: Movement | Debuff Range: N/A Duration: 1 post Tier: 1 Cost 25 Stamina Base: N/A
Technique Name: Chill of the Underworld: U~ōkingu Deddo O Osoreru [Fear the Walking Dead] Description: Using the cryptic energy of one's soul, the user emits a dark aura that mystifies the area in a supernatural fog. The fog sends both a proverbial and a literal chill down the spines of its opponents, stiffening joints and striking fear and uneasiness into them; this slows their Speed down by [-100] while the thickness of the fog itself makes them near-sighted, making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of them. Trait(s): Devil Fruit | Assassin Effect: Debuff | AoE Range: 30ft. radius Duration: 3 posts Tier: 4 Cost 100 Stamina Base: N/A
Again she saw the fireflies come out as he was dodging her thrown rocks, but then something different happened, she watched around her as some fog started to seep into the area. Then she felt a cold shiver go through her spine as she could feel her entire body freeze up as if a legit cold had attacked her. This fog was weird and dangerous; then she watched her opponent disappear from her very eyes looking around quickly she felt a presence behind her as she turned around and saw a slash coming down, she quickly evaded backwards avoiding the attack, but before she could react he disappeared in the fog again. At the end of her backing she felt something hit her back it was wooden and had a door knob, she quickly open it and went into the building closing it behind her. During a short time she felt the cold leave her body as she was able to move normally again, looking out of the window she couldn't see anything but felt the presence of the man just outside the doors. Not only that she could find more buildings behind the one she was in, finding out that as long as she was in the fog she would be attacked with the chill, but if she were to stay out of it she could move normally. Thankfully no one was home so she ran towards the back of the building to find a back door, opening it she quickly ran out to the open to find the chill hitting her again, but she moved on to the next building. Using the doors to open and close them behind her so she had a chance to warm up and continue on. She continued this method until she did at the end of her 10 foot radius when she no longer could sense anymore buildings, being in the last one she took in a deep breath and knew she had to survive long enough for this fog to dissipate, there was no way a fog would last forever. Staying in the building she recollected her thoughts wanting to see if there was a way to wait for the fog to leave.
A miss. A true shame really. The woman managed to get away from the assassin's strike just narrowly. Much to their surprise it appeared the the marine was retreating to a nearby building. It was a resourceful tactic but they could hear where she ran too if only faintly.
It was strange. They were the ones being confronted, this would've been a nice opportunity to get away right about now but they were weighing their options. There was the option to leave. There was the option to bust the door down but enclosed spaces would probably put them in a disadvantageous position. Then there was the third option.
With a leap through the smog, Firefly catapulted themselves a story or so into the air, jamming their blade into the building's face just deep enough for them to perch themselves onto the handle; the same that which the Marine hid in. Their second blade drawn and held as the fog suddenly cleared only to reveal that there was no one there. With a bird's eye view of the landscape they'd simply wait for the woman to come out of hiding.
As Xandria pressed her back against the wall she sighed quietly she looked outside to see the the fog would still be outside, this fight was long winded just for a couple of buildings. Which was odd for her since he technically didn't do anything major bad either, she wondered why he was fighting so hard when he was going to go in for a short time compared to killing an innocent life. Then she would hear a sudden pierce into the building as she looked up to the ceiling of the first floor then she went up the floor carefully to not make any sound, As she made it up to the floor she had heard the sound from looking around she wondered where it was coming from, she looked out the window for a brief moment and caught him looking the opposite direction by seeing the back of his head, also noticing the fog was dissipated. She then quickly moved away from the window and moved towards the area where he should be at, taking a few steps back to the opposite end of the room she then ran towards the wall where he should of been at. Then she performed a flying side kick right at the wall, shes broken through many walls int he past so this one was nothing different. She would break right through the wall and still kept on flying until she kept in contact with him, after the hit or miss she would land safely on the ground, wanting to stay in range of him she chased after him to where he landed to land a punch to his face.
As they waited they couldn't help but to as though something was off. They were waiting for the woman to come out of hiding but it never happened. While the ever-patient individual what they hadn't expected was to have made a sound when making their move; they'd usually been quieter but they still hadn't acclimated to their body so their steps could occasionally be quite heavy. So when the wall broke behind them they'd shoot their gaze back after being caught off guard.
The heavy hunk of cement and stone clashed against their back, the kick soon afterward. As they started their descent towards the surface they'd use the rest of their energy to sway and shift, becoming lighter as if floating on air in an array of clumsy turns and flips. They'd rotate their axis just enough to regain their composure mid-flight and land onto their feet, stabbing a blade into the ground and immediately falling to one knee.
Once the woman begun to chase of them to deliver the final blow they rose up a single hand, signaling for her to stop. Though they felt exhausted their chest only motioned slightly while heaving as if out of habit; yet no breath came out. Coming to a shaky stand, Firefly sheathed their remaining blade, gave a respectful bow, and turned their cloaked wrists to her so the Marine could handcuff them.
Firefly conceded the match. This body wasn't as durable as it use to be, but they'd had their fun.
As Xandria chased him down to deliver the final blow she saw his hand go up signaling her to stop as she did so, she stopped at his request as she put her hand down and watched him sheathe his blade. When he made a bow to her she gave one back to him in mutual respect and walked up to him taking a pair of handcuffs saying before she cuffed him. "It was an honor to fight with you sir, and I will not take off your cloak. I believe you deserve that much, I do apologize for taking you in for just a few buildings." Xandria said as she then finally cuffed him, she was gentle with the cuffing as she wanted to treat her opponent with respect still even though they fought and she was turning him in. She noticed that he was wobbling a bit as she would place a hand on his back and arm helping him stand up right and not fall, noticing that his other sword wasn't on him. Just then her marine crew caught up to her and saluted at her saying. "Ma'am we secured a part of the town and helped out as best we could, I see you caught the man who did this. What should we do with him ma'am?" Xandria looked at him as she saw two of the marines hold his arm on each side and said. "Hold him there for a moment." Xandria then walked over to the newly made rubble she made from kicking the wall as she picked up some rocks and moved it off and found his sword buried underneath, picking the sword up she walked back to her opponent and sheathed his second blade. "We will take him back to the ship and back to hq to put him in the confinement area but we will treat him with respect, so do not hurt him." Xandria ordered as she took his sheathed blades off of him and said. "I promise I will not take these but I have to follow protocol, please take... actually I haven't gotten your name yet sir." Xandria said as she motioned her marines to take him back to the ship so he would be taken back to hq's jail. While walking next to him she told the other marines to make quick fixes around the area they fought and report at the ship. As she walked back to the ship she waited for the marines to put her opponent to her temporary brig she waited for the rest of her small marine crew to join back up with her as she then stood in front of him waiting for a response of any kind. She didn't want to leave until the rest of her crew to return to the ship so they could leave and go back to hq so she could turn her opponent in, which she still didn't know their name yet but she did want to. Once her marines came back she ordered her marines to leave the port and go back to HQ, as they left she remained in front of Firefly watching him but also talking as well.
[Loguetown Restoration Complete 502/500] [Xandria vs Firefly, Xandria wins]
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Movements were graceful as the small figure pranced through the crowd, her small frame and odd looks didn't really attract as much attention in this crowd as it did elsewhere in many other blues. Red eyes glanced about as she would dodge hastily moving strangers and put all her weight on her paws, she'd avoid getting stepped on with relative ease as she would walk forward. The small narrow face peeked upwards as she spotted various signs for different restaurants and stores for all the travellers coming from and going into the Grand Line. The stench of people exuded all around her as she would move forward and soon find herself almost aimlessly walking, she wasn't entirely sure what to do with herself seeing as she was just a minkman no body seemed to bother with. On top of the fact that she couldn't help the two minkman who had possibly saved her from death, the city of Kano was known by non-humans as a community where one gambles daily with their lives. The marines never bothered to put a stop to it, the humans didn't even really knew who was truly causing the disapperances, sure the obvious racism among the culture could be pointed out, but not everyone was a killer either.
A breath escaped from a soft pink mouth as she would dodge getting her tail stepped on once again, though the sudden pull back and the choking pressure on her chest from her bow would gag her after just exhaling. The sudden jolt from the unknown force behind her would cause her to attempt to step into and drag the being over her back, but she'd find nothing to grasp, instead she'd feel her paws clutch air and her ears perk up in utter fear as she regained her footing. Stifled laughs echoed around her as some eyed her from head to toe, the judgmental eyes burned into her fur and she'd flush hot with embarrassment as she would quickly bound away into an alley.
She leaned back against the cool cement as she stayed away from the crowd, head leaning back against the wall behind her as she would feel the burning sensation in her eyes. Hae Soo wanted to cry. There were no kind beings about here. The marines were just as untrustworthy as the pirates, though apparently a murderer had saved her life, yet the marines blamed her for not being able to do anything. Had she committed the same action to save her own life she'd have been caged in the place of the men who would have possibly killed her. There was no justice in such a cruel system of fate. Her nose became wet and she would attempt to stifle the oncoming sobs, but the crippling loneliness and fear easily egged her need to wail. Burying her nose in her sleeve as she would try to dam the flow of memories that threatened to spill over like a flood. The vagrant priestess of the lost tribe, the one's who had vanished.
Thankfully such a tribe was now lost to years of rumors, even she had not heard of her people in years, then again she was the only one who knew what happened. Forced silent by the shame it wrought. Ice spread through her veins as she would almost crumple in on herself her body shaking as her eyes went wide, she didn't want to relive all of that ever again. This. This living fear where she could truly run was better than the imminent doom that had hung over her since she was a cub. Claws dug into her neck fur as she would imagine the cold steel that used to be there, the scent of gun powder and the smell of blood overwhelming her senses.
Bile rose in her throat as she would turn and remove the contents of her stomach in a disgusting wretch. Hae Soo could still see them all. The hopeless dead eyes. The unkempt fur and the festering wounds. The sadness for each happy laugh and smile that managed to come from that cold dark place. The marines would pass by, averting their eyes to the atrocity that they claimed they wanted to remove. To Protect. Tears filled her eyes again as the cold ice seemed to settle into a pit in her stomach, she still lived in utter fear of them all, but she knew she wouldn't be recognized. Especially since the child that took those two away didn't realize that she wasn't supposed to be there.
A deep breath in as she would attempt to calm her anxiety, it clung to her being like black tar that never wanted to be washed away. They wouldn't remember her, no one remembered those born to die. Hae Soo shuddered as she would grasp her shoulders and tighten her grip on herself as if trying to keep herself from splitting apart, her ears lay flat back as she remained wide eyed and staring at the disgusting ground before her. She didn't want to feel like this. She didn't want to have to fear anymore. Red eyes closed as she would once again try to steady her wavering mind that had gotten caught in the whorl of despair and fear.
"He died here ya know~!"
A giggle caught her attention and she'd latch onto the words like a life raft.
"The man who gave rise to all these new pirates."
The female voice laughed jovially which urged Soo to move, forcing her unbending legs to stand properly and locate the person who was speaking. The life raft seemed to be dragging her from her anxiety driven stupor as she would force herself forward and out of the alleyway, information on someone who had died here. Apparently famous. Something tickled her insides as she attempted to recall why this felt like a breach of light in the dark, a strange sense she wasn't all too sure about it.
"Gol. D Roger."
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2018 8:04 pm
Nephele having just been broken up with rather suddenly and harshly was taking the time to explore the rest of the blues. Still bopping to her music, she sat down in the square where Gold D. Roger had once looked out over a crowd and smiled as the executioner's blade descended. Her feet kicked slowly, scuffing the ground as she stared up at the same stand the legendary pirate had been beheaded. The pockets of her canvas jeans rubbed softly against the chapped stone that she currently sat on. The song she was listening to was not the regular beat she normally had blaring so loud that others around her could dance to the beat. No, this song was slow and somber, but the feelings that the tune elicited did not show on that blank mask that she wore. The mask she would never remove again. The only indication that she wasn't feeling anything but what her resting b***h face led others to believe she was conveying was the heavy sigh that escaped from behind slumped shoulders. The girl with rosy, maroon hair flicked a pebble into her hand and tossed it across the fountain, skipping the rock as she sat there in silent contemplation. Several long minutes passed by, people giving her quick glances as they strolled by but not paying the strange girl that was staring at the sky any other mind. Even the men that tried to get her attention quickly gave up when they realized that there was zero interaction on her part, not even a polite hello. "No one would like a skýla anyways." The voice that slid from her soft throat was colorless, with only the most subtle tint of sadness.
"Tha mou árese na pistévo óti tha boroúsa na eímai charoúmenos (I would love to think I could be happy)"
[ Cold. So cold. Silent. Drifting through space at terrible speeds, a fragment of the moon crawls ever closer to the blue planet. Within it are countless pulses. Each sleeping. Saving their strength. With the passage of time, it approaches. Yet unbeknownst to them, the planet moves on. People living their daily lives, having no change in their course of living. The general day by day. The stone moves ever closer, threatening to break into the atmosphere any moment. Flames surround its descent, still above the clouds. It crumbles. Shatters. Into smaller fragments. Dividing the pulses. They spread to various parts of the world systematically. Efficient. Down below, the denizens of Loguetown live merrily, supporting the rise of a new festival for their fair city. To forget the brutality of Piracy, they party. Dancing, drinking, playing. It has been so long since the city was this lively. These loving times would soon come to a halt, however.
A shadow soon looms over the fair city, overcasting a majority of it and the outskirts abound. People stop what they’re doing to look to the sky. Was it a sudden storm? It wouldn’t be the first time. The ground begins to quake, and foundations dismantle. Eyes widen in despair as the visage of their calamity comes clear into view. A massive stone of moon, descending at speeds they could not hope to run from. Despite this, many attempt it regardless. As futile as it may be. Screams and tears fly about the once bountiful city. Screams that agitate its ears. A twitch. And soon after, a voice. A booming voice, distinguishable as neither male or female. It simple is. Look, my beast! Look well! Indulge! Endure the humiliation our world has had to endure! This human city, defiling the stones we walk! Constructs, made of the very wood that sustains! Their arrogance! Their audacity! Has it no end?! They killed! STOLE from us! Hark! And where are our brothers?! Our sisters?! FALLEN! Torn asunder, made one with the stone!
And here they live merrily, while we suffered! Look at their feast! Gorging themselves on our flesh and pain! Will you accept this?! Are you not angry?! The pulses flinch, awakening. Beholding. Their eyes stare, focused on their targets. And then, an explosion. A cataclysmic force, leveling the city whole. People instantly killed, others broken by debris or the force itself. Blood spreads about cruelly. Limbs rain down like rain. Silence. The screams cease. Those remaining are left in shock. Everything, is gone. Everything, except the burning stone. It fragments, blowing to the winds like dust. Anticipated. All that’s left is a massive crater of blood, debris, and cindering land. Are you satisfied?! Is this all our existence means to you?! Humanity has taken EVERYTHING from us! And we will take it back! The agony, the suffering, the rage of our people! To what form will your will take?! You are our beasts! Our front line! Cleanse them! Let them hear!
LET THEM HEAR THE VOICE OF OUR AGE LONG CRIES OF DESPAIR!
From the crater of blood, it rises. Massive. Easily thirty feet, if not more. Its mass rises, spilling blood from all angled. The blood of those it crushed. Then one, two, three...nine tails rise, and last, the head. Furious scarlet orbs encased in black sclera glare forward. No target locked in particular. Because a single target is meaningless. ALL humans must fade! Slowly, its maw widens, revealing its ever snarling fangs. Its body twitches as its chest expands. And then, it begins. With a reeled back head, a horrible sound emits, spreading outwards carelessly. Those that survived, those weak of will, those whom have lived peaceful lives… Bloodied. From their ears, their eyes, their noses. They spill red. Their screams, silence and overclouded by that of the beast’s song.
「 Perish Song 」
And yet, they persist! Like insects, they cling to life! Snuff them out! Stomp upon the brittle, flickering flames of their will, and exterminate, my children! Thus, the song ends. And its stands there, tails waving about slowly. Testing. Focusing. Smelling. ...Humans. All about the world, this calamity rings true. In the sky, the sea, and land. Beasts un-kin to this planet rise from their moonstone prisons. Rising to purge. The liberate. This planet, belong to them. Humans be damned. ]
