Shlick! Shlaash! He'd attempt to slice at her arm. Flattered, she was. That he meant to draw his mark but the only thing he'd cut was his own bloodline by entreating upon the Bloodless One. Ruby orbs looked on as he had done nothing about the wall she had thrusted his head upon. He'd likely get light headed by now if his skull didn't yet crack but her goal wasn't to crush his head. Not while he would still aim at her arm. The dagger she caught by catching his hand, seeing that he was inspired in his defeat--so was she. Easily snatching the crude weapon before cutting the boy's cloth. From the strips laid bare, her eyes sauntered past the mocha baked skin and picked him up by the threads to her face.
Gunshots fired, and his head was beneath her shield protected. The words of the Angry Orange would do nothing to distract her will to speak to the one that earned a place in her headless shoulders. A rough tongue would snake down his throat to pave a memory in his mouth. Deflowered desert lips left as bruised after her beesting lips had left them in wet severing of cunning tongues. "I know this won't be the end of you." The red hand of mixed hemorrhaging stroking the taut muscled mammary of the still young brat; plucking half his beli from where she'd cut his ruined apparel. Baby I got your money, don't you worry. At his fading words, the tigress let out a chuff and shoved his entirety to the horde of runners following the Angry Orange [Thaddeus]. Wherever that wave would go, the current suggested an exit out of here. And the last he might see is her twirling the dagger she'd also take as prize and means to remember.
Tossing it up in tiny hurricanes, whirr, whirr, whirr with the murky reflection now glinting a moorish gleam. At once a certain human would be trapped within the pieced horizon when the dagger would still in it's new master's palm. (Wasn't on Genji's poster, therefore just a misc cheap weapon with no real fortitude or power) Rubble dusted over her shoulder as the woman would be leaning back against the wall, still in the cell he approached. Iron jungle, unboxed and disturbed in the mayhem caused by the Prison rowels. Night fell over her shoulders of the Witcher Woman and she caught the footsteps of the approaching lion, paws bigger than the rest of his body and though he sported no mane, he came to her dragging along the body of another young lion male, unscathed while she bled from her wound with a sinister irk.
"Fun? Without you? Never. It seems separation has made us even lonelier."
The husk of exhaustion burning away to flourish him in the richness of Latin, going as far as to have her tongue purr for she knew he was no simple spark to be lost to a breeze. Perhaps he had seen what had transpired since the fly of bullets. Perhaps he only cared to cut the tendon beneath the buxom breasts than fill at it with hands. Her expression sizzling like a snare, looking upon him like warble egg pythons moving to swallow up every bit of his identity as he mentioned of his effort to find her. The swordmaiden felt her aches come to a stop as she would walk forward. Her right arm lifting to catch the handle of the Claymore she had thrust up the ceiling the fight prior before loosening it like stick in caked dirt. Phhuhhk....kuh--kih-kih..KWHASH! Dislodged, the sword was loosened and the low ceiling of the cell gave way into broken pieces. Marking upon his image as her posture would rise. Dagger and Claymore, a deadly combination as they were magnets over a volcano.
The twin beasts roaring on his arms as vivid as she recalled from their last fight. Now, again, will their jubilee resume? After all, she had remembered his name, even if hers was still lost to him by way of excitement and burning candlewax time. But here they were, ready to forsake everything and nothing once again.
Her blouse was once white and now tattered and rough spun, it bloomed skinny red rivers in the spot the Pitfighter had shot her in but she walked as though it's pain was but a mere prickle. Tossing her aim to the side as with the big sword it would dig into the dirt an inch within and out at all times. Her face as peaceful as a portrait and eyes lulling with nothing to give away. Approaching closer and closer out the cell to a new chopping block.
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"Tsk These ******** people."
He would say realizing he'd pulled less of a following then he'd hoped for, he would accept this journey for what it was a waste of time.
"Let's get out of here Tawara."
Thaddeus would let the animals fight in their cages. The dio had other people to go see. Exit
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"Just look at you." He had a moment to look her over as she wandered her way closer. Even though he itched to fight and and even though he was prepared to have to carry her fallen body out of here, his mind was set on one piece of information. She was wounded. Yet, it was not entirely his bravado that would take a hit here. Contrary to his mind screaming at him that a wounded warrior was not one that would put up much of a challenge, his lips could not help but curl at the edges. While she was wounded, he was low on energy. If there was one thing that the woman could tell from his stout form, it was that he was ready to sit and relax more than he was to stand and fight. Physically, he looked as if he only had a couple of shots left in him. Yet, he was still happy and, above all else, that took precedence. "Just beautiful in the way you stalk your prey." Despite the fact that he himself was the prey, he could not help but get lost in the way this woman held herself. She did not back down, nor did she ever falter in her approach. She came in slow, as if she was testing the waters. It was like she wanted to see just how her new toy worked before she attempted to smash it against one of her older ones. Her wounds must have screamed at her just as Adrian's mind screamed at him. Was this a fair fight? Did it really matter if it was?
No. The hand that held onto his previously defeated opponent slowly opened, allowing the boy to slip from his fingers and drop to the ground. Almost immediately after the crumbled body of the kid was able to settle into it's new spot, the older male would step over him. "It's too bad you may have chosen the wrong prey." And just as she did, he would take his steps forward. There was no lunge or any fast movements. The male's form simply took him closer to the female's. His eyes dance upon her frame in order to take in every inch of what she was. It was not until his gaze has reached her claymore, now scratching the surface of the ground beneath the two, that he really began to slow down. Every so slowly, as his gaze went from the tip of her larger blade and stretched all the way towards the hand the held it. He would peer are the sheen of her smaller weapon, before allowing himself the pleasure of locking eyes. His arms still sat by his sides, but his chest would now press up against her raised arm. Just a breath's push away from the woman, he would continue to stare into her before dropping his sights a bit lower. "What do I call my would be hunter?" It was this question that marked it all. While the situation did not seem to be heating up in the way they had originally intended, it was clear that their thoughts would match soon. The air around the two began to change. It would start to get hot, particularly around Adrian. It was not enough to cause any harm, nor even muster up a sweat. However, it was definitely noticeable that he was the cause and that there was something brewing inside of him. It was all or nothing, and he was willing to walk away with either as long as his lust was satisfied. The problem was whether or not they would both last long enough to choose the right lust.
--------Smask! The combination of a smack and a slam as he hit the wall. It rung, and he was dazed. Someone had come to bring them all out, but what did they expect of pirates? Did they expect rules or thank yous? There was no honor among thieves! At first, he was dormant. His body wouldn't move and he saw three of everything. She was strong, stronger than he could have ever imagined. She knew his story, or she knew of him. How? Did others know of the pits? One hand glowed with yellow light as she slowly began dragging himself forward. The entrance was there, the light shining forward for him to escape. His body glowed white and he scattered off into a set of butterflies, escaping out into the ocean and across. He had a way to go. To the east? Yes. To the east. -------- --------
It wasn't such a big gaping wound. More like--getting a needle and sticking it through a water balloon. She'd bleed with more pressure applied. Movements, counting. Her clothes would sigh as they'd try to hold the volume at the cost of them uniting to become one definite color. It was so pretty, she thought. It was warm when it would stick on right, so intoxicating and sexy depending on whomever it was that would wear it, and the color--ohhh the hue. The broken whisky glass poured it's candied liquid over her ears from his starlet voice. There wasn't anything particular about it, only that it carried the tone that was used to getting things a certain way. And for her that was cream of the crop if it meant she could shatter it.
"Just look at you." The VaNdAl that chose to be the flirting fool. As they both closed in distance, it became more obvious that he too, wasn't at his best form. As noticed by stepping over the one [Littlefin] that absolutely appeared to be spent. The one she knew at Lyneel absolutely was absolutely addictive. Like candy she wanted more and more. "It's too bad you may have chosen the wrong prey." An especially strong emotion washed over her as quick as a heartbeat and it passed. Her lips tugging with surprising dimple. "Why? Because you said so?" Goshawk rings catching on the difference in height. The muscled torso was nothing to be ignored for he had the build of someone who wouldn't break. Of someone who wasn't afraid of breaking skin---of someone who welcomed it. At least, that's what his posture said, the way he'd saunter his way over to an open invitation. Tippy tongue licking under the peach creme cusp of her lip at that. Quivering with a thought threatening to break; "Before God, no one was above me."
Maybe he---Nevermind. It was time.
"Ahn Sahyte." Just like how she envisioned all her fights should be. Live and die by the line never know fear. "Say." It came out like a purr, like the lost sea of Aedriannos, the baltic accent curling off to dress it. He surely didn't think she would waste the time to ask silly questions, did he? She learned of him along the way. Her dagger shined like a star and in the next spark it would lunge at him with the force to carve into his heart. Her claymore would be thrown upwards to dig into the ceiling, the same she had done for Jurualum, unless, he'd like to have a hand in getting in the way of her heavy veined strength. All the while ribbons of red spilling as her currency for the swordswoman who seemingly abandoned her primal weapon.
"Of course not." The words slipped from his lips just as the blood slipped from his chest. A line of crimson raced across his chest only to be rise up like a wave ready to crash on a beach of his skin. Coalescing at the bottom tip was a balloon of reds. From it, excitement of similar hues would drip downward and leave bullets to pat against the concrete floors. A shine of metal would burst from below, failing to hide itself within the flesh of the man's natural defenses. She aimed with precision, ready to feast on the one thing most others sought to simply caress. Unfortunately for her, Adrian liked to tease. As she mimicked a kid in a candy store rushing for her favorite food, he could see it all coming. The glee and excitement in her eyes was enough to tell tale of what was to come. Her agility was nothing to be scoffed at, but the male would be able to reduce the price of her toll by enough to leave him only with a small gash over his heart. His left hand wrapped around her striking wrist, slowing it down and eventually halting its progress, as well as a sharp turn of his body would be all it took to achieve this short term goal. She had her taste of blood and she would be able to revel in the crimson coat left upon her small blade. "It's rather tame at first thought."
His name, not his wound. He spoke out during his next actions, where his right arm would stretch forward to allow his hand to touch against her own heart. At first, his heated fingers would simply dance upon her attire as if he was only aiming to feel out hero frame. But eventually, she'd feel the pressure of his fingers pushing inward to eventually lay flat above her heart. Just as the male's heart was sought after, so would hers. Of course, his darkening form would not allow an entry as easy as her blade, but it would definitely garner more pain and attention. On the other hand, literally, her wrist would feel the same pressure. The same burning of her clothes and the same smell of singed skin would extend outward. Physically, she was stronger than Adrian, yet the male felt his wits had allowed him a proper advantage. He had a firm and heated grip on he wrist, as well as a touch of want against her heart. Both burned with a force so strong there was steam rising off of the two. If the woman was brave enough to keep her eyes on the man himself, she would realize it was not just his hands that expelled this steam, but his entire body. A cloak of sorts surrounded him and with nowhere to run, she'd be trapped in there with him. Unfortunately, she was not nearly as accustomed to the heat as he was. Adrian seemed to revel in it, while she would feel the heat as unbearable. "I'd say it's more hot than sweet."
Technique Used :: Technique Name: Steam Cloak Description: By heating up his body, Adrian is able to conjure up a burning hot steam cloak. This cloak of steam surrounds him and a small bit of the area he is standing in. Anyone who enters the area immediately feels the heat and takes damage. Staying within the steamy aura will also cause repeated damage over time. This technique lasts for three posts. Adrian is immune to his own heat. Effect: Damage over Time Range: 10 feet Tier: One Base: Prowess
Ark dragging Gran through HQ to the confinement area would toss the criminal gently into an empty cell. Hopefully his armored comrade was behind him as he would need to talk to him after he spoke to the criminal fist. Hopefully the criminal would awaken soon. In the meantime Ark would sit there nearby the cell, filling out the necessary paperwork for the situation. A bit concerned with needing to deal with the destruction of the brothel the caused. It would be an easy repair though for the most part at a later time. He had no intention of leaving it in the state it was in.
Body looking less worse for ware, and armor readjusted to hide any damaged flesh, Vot'gul walked behind Ark. Gran's unconscious form was being dragged between them as they walked down the long hallway. As they passed a guard house, the armored marine would salute and stop to talk for a few minutes while Ark deposited the criminal into an empty cell. While Ark grabbed the necessary paper-work, Vot'gul was debriefed. He let the officer on duty know the damages caused and the outcome of the mission before moving to settle down next to Ark. He swung a chair around and sat, one leg on either side of the seat, facing the cell. Arms rested on the back of the chair as he leaned slightly back to look at the paper-work as Ark filled it out. The man was noticeably more at ease here, in the heart of the marine base. "...what kind of power was that back there?", he asked, breaking the prolonged silence.
Gran was carried all the way from Baterilla, where not only was he defeated but his favorite place in the world was almost completely destroyed. Mia and May would probably have to work out on the streets to get by, as well as the other girls, and that was unacceptable! These ruffians would have to pay for it. But first, Gran had to deal with secondary issues. As he regained consciousness, he found himself in a prison cell. He had been transported by the two marines after losing the combat and being knocked out cold by the wave of debris. The first thing his eyes saw was the unknown ceiling. It was not a very quiet place but he was also able to hear people talking. Not the exact content of their conversation though. Probably other prisoners. They would normally be irrelevant to him but, Gran knew that he could use some help if he wanted to make his stay in jail as brief as possible.
Ark looked towards the armored marine after awhile after he spoke. Asking him about his powers. Ark would put his finished paperwork down then speak to the man. "I am sure you know what a devil fruit is judging from the ability you displayed. The one I ate allows me to create waves of my surroundings. It's destructive by nature...but effective." His explanation rather simple and to the point. It was then that the movement in the cell caught the male's eye. His head turning with the little bit of movement one makes whe awakening. "Good, you're concious. I will keep this short and sweet. I want you to serve your time, be cleared of your punishments, and join the marines as my underling. I need a sufficient and durable front line if I am to enact justice on the world's criminals." Ark said to the captured criminal, then turned his head towards the armored Marine. "I would also like you to become my underling and act alongside him as my frontline."
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Vot'gul couldn't believe what he was hearing. Ark wanted to recruit this pirate. This MURDERER! Knuckles cracked and the sound of stressed leather creaking was audible as Vottie clenched his fists. CRACKSNAPCREEEAK! His eyes blazed beneath his helmet as he glared down at Ark, having stood and discarded his chair, the feet sliding across the smooth floor. Screeeeek! "...Sorry no." The man said as he about-faced, turning on his heel. "There are more...undesirables to apprehend." He growls over his shoulder as he leaves the confinement area.
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There was also another presence that Gran had ignored so far, as he thought about his future plans. However, this presence made itself known by directing words to Gran, causing him to focus on his words. The man was not the one who attacked him openly in the brothel, no, he was the hateful one who destroyed such a proper establishment for his own selfish reasons. As if Gran's head was worth that much destruction. He spouted nonsense about wanting him, a pirate, to serve his time in jail and then join the Marine as his underling. The armored man who seemed to be an immortal monster or something, as he survived despite a joust lance piercing through his abdomen and could walk normally, was also present and was almost equally as hateful, given that he badmouthed Gran's favorite place in the world and even called the poor girls who worked there heathens. He, however, seemed to have more common sense in that aspect, as he was against the man's proposal and left right after refusing it. "After everything you did to my friends?! It was you who made that weird attack wasn't it?! I remember seeing the wall break and move towards us before it hit us!" he replied with anger being clearly shown in his voice. It was obvious from his words that he did not care that the armored man told him that he was sold out by the girls. If that's what they could do to earn some money, he would not judge them since he was similar in the sense that he would take everything he could to himself.
Ark watched as the armored zombie left with a refusal. It was honestly expected based on the erratic actions the man took in the first place. Regardless he didn't mind, turning towards the criminal Ark would speak to him once more to respond to his choice of words. "If you recall, I waited for your friends to leave before doing anything, the destruction of places are minor setbacks that can be fixed after the situation. We do not leave places in ruins after battle. While I would prefer you taking my offer you can and will Do as you please anyways. Consider it before you decide to go back to being s criminal." And with those words Ark would take his paperwork and leave the criminal to his own devices.
Although Gran believed he was right, he could not deny the man's words. The women were allowed to escape. And, despite his lack of concern towards the damage, he was right in the point that the damage would be repaired by the Marine. He saw it happen with his own eyes before. However, it did not change the fact that for however many days the brothel remains damaged, those poor girls will have no choice but to work even harder on the streets. This man, like the other, seemed to be too tainted by his ideals that he could not see the consequences of their actions. To begin with, they did not even announce that he was under arrest. The armored man just mumbled about his justice and attacked Gran out of nowhere. Luckily the man left after finishing what he had to say, because Gran was not in the mood to listen to a preacher. He slammed a hand into the ground out of anger, before directing his attention to the iron bars. Or rather, seastone bars. Because he was an ability user, a person who consumed a Devil Fruit, he could not be placed in an ordinary cell. The entire structure was lined with it, rather then being entirely made of it since it was a material that could not be so easily manufactured, but Gran couldn't know that. All he knew was that breaking those bars was impossible. And, while in contact with any part of the cell, his powers were unusable.
He started to think of many things but, as he was no great thinker, he preferred to rely on the old good collective thinking. While he was alone in his cell, the ones in front and beside it were occupied by multiple prisoners. One of them, noticing his curious gaze, decided to have chat and see what his deal was. It took him no longer than a couple of hours to get the man to trust Gran to some extent. Even so, it was late at night so they all chose to sleep as it was too quiet to not attract attention of the guards on duty. Early on the following day, however, the cells were noisy here and there, as some prisoners chatted, others played, and some simply wanted to bother the guards. With that much noise, however, it was possible for Gran to talk to the man on the cell beside his. It was not the same man from the previous day but he was also one of the schemers in that prison. The kind of guy who could get you out, in, or just a little something to make his life in prison a little better. Being interested in leaving as soon as possible, Gran asked what it would cost him to be helped in his escape. He understood that it was not about money, the man boasted about his riches even in prison. However, such a service still had a price. He would owe the man a favor, one that he would remind him of in a distant future. Accepting the terms, Gran only had to wait until dusk before someone accidentally left the door of his cell open and he was able to leave.
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