XXX A sound hit! It might have been exciting were it not for the fact that it literally felt as if Sona had tried to punch a statue. It was really strange because this sort of approach normally worked out for her really well. After all, who expected a cute girl like herself to punch them in the gut with a rocket arm?! It would seem then that the god's words were true. It didn't matter how good she thought she was or how many times she had succeeded in the past; the beast before her was simply stronger. His fist struck out toward her faster than she would have been able to react to, eyes widening as she felt the surge of wind rush past her cheek, wildly rustling her hair, tearing through the ground behind her. She'd even take a second to slowly look over her shoulder, a bead of sweat dripping down her face. "Eh...?" If he had hit her with that... Wouldn't she be dead? Swallowing hard, she turned her attention back to her opponent, for the first time unsure of what she was supposed to do. Physical strength was all she really had, and she hadn't even made him budge! She always solved her problems by rushing in without thinking much, knowing that she had the ability to back up her impulsive attitude, but now... Think before she was to strike again? It was clear from her expression that she was lost, but she hopped back anyway, resolving to do her best.
At the very least, the divine pair seemed as if they would not kill her or Genova, so this was nothing more than a ground for learning and improving herself. If she could get through this, then surely she could get through anything! Grasping the rope she'd snatched up earlier, she'd launch it forward to secure a loop around one of Amon's horns, giving it a hard pull to keep it taut. Clearly taking him head on wasn't going to work, so holding the rope with one hand, she used her other to punch the ground beneath her, once more using the small rocket attachments to propel her into the air so that she could swing around behind her opponent. From there she'd attempt to kick the back of one of his knees with both of her legs to try to knock him off balance or stagger him. "HUAH!"
CrspyDonut
Chaos Reclaimer
Deecee Sama
Cor Contritum
Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2018 10:23 pm
《069 STR | 000 PRW | 005 DEF | 025 SPD | 015 STA | 00 VIT》
It wasn't much of a surprise to see her dodge his kick, however, Genova did not expect a fireball. Sailing past the woman's right side, he landed on the ground and skidded into a turn only to be met with a flaming orb hurtling towards him. She expressed her desire for his affection and blew a kiss in his direction which accompanied the fireball. Genova wasn't quite keen on the idea of being a servant if that was what was expected. If he wished to serve another, he would have gone with Hunter. The Wano sidestepped, twirling around the projectile and kicked off the ground to close the distance. Once he was within range of the woman, Genova slid to a halt right in front of her in a slightly lowered stance and he extended his left arm. "I'm flattered, but I don't think I'm prepared for that kind of commitment!" It rested a hairs breadth away and in an instant he drove it into her chest.
Technique Name: Blunt Fang Description: A punch thrown in a similar fashion as a palm thrust into the chest with speed akin to a Shigan based attack. Essentially a One Inch Punch. +25 Strength Trait(s): Primary Weapon [Hand] | Rokushiki [Shigan] Effect: Damage Range: 25 feet Duration: 1 post Cooldown: 1 post Tier: 1 Cost: 25 Stamina Base: Strength
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Amon could see it. That fire within her chest. Within her heart. He acknowledged this young girl as trying her absolute hardest to defeat the hulking beast in front of her. No, he wished for this; for her to try her very best and then, he would do the ultimate disgrace to a warrior.
He would show her their power difference was just too high for her to bridge.
Perhaps in ten - hell, maybe even fifteen years, she'd be able to fix it. To build what was currently incomprehensible for her. . Yet, here they stood and with a sound pound of his chest, Amon proclaimed as she came over his shoulders. "Young Sona, you are strong! Your will is strong!"However, a will did not equal might and thus, the outcome would be the same. As her leg connected Amon would turn, his strength dwarfing her own and completely ignoring her efforts. Bright, golden energy raging like flames, encompassing his fist as he reared it back with a rabid expressive roar. "BUT YOU ARE NOT STRONG ENOUGH!" Just the air was enough to shove her to the side. Again, her efforts were once more. .
FUTILE!
"SONA, YOU WISH TO BECOME STRONG AND I, AMON, WILL MAKE IT SO!" Resounding to the heavens, both fists blazing with gold fury, his words meant to inspire the spirit of his newest protege! His newest daughter! "But first, a favor! You. Must. Fall!"He'd slam down onto her, the wind pressure enough to make her feel his might but as he was to end it all, his fist ceased above her frame.
It wasn't to kill. It was to show her, without a doubt, who was more powerful and to test her will. Would she give up or continue the bout?!
Health - 470/490
Chaos Reclaimer
CrspyDonut
a.renee.w
Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2018 1:31 pm
Satō Dakini
XXXThe young man avoided her fox fire nimbly, spinning around it like a dancer! So this was a dance! But then he was in front of her, his left arm extending to touch her chest. "Cheeky~" She whispered as she pulled the same maneuver he had just moments before, spinning around his extended arm as he slid to a halt. "So I'm just a fling for you~? Fufufu~" The words left her lips as she stepped backwards once more, leaving five feet between them, firing two of the orbs at once in his direction. A resounding bellow echoed across the court-yard from Amon, it seemed that those two were having quite a fun time as well! At the very least, it seemed Amon had found something of an interest in his new protege. Hopefully neither one of them injured themselves too very much~
Technique Name: Inu Inu no Hi no Tama Description: The user creates a Hi no Tama (Ball of Flame) . The Hi no Tama can be fired as projectiles, manipulated at will, or slowly circle the user. Hitting an opponent with a Hi no Tama deals damage [+25 - +200]. Trait(s): [Devil Fruit] Effect: [Upcast] Range: 25 ft - 200 Duration: 1 Posts Tier: 1 - 5 Cost 25 - 200 Base: [ Prowess ]
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2018 1:17 pm
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XXX"AGH! Fall! Move! Do! Something!!" Still holding onto the rope, Sona continuously pushed herself off of Amon's leg, swinging back again to try to hit the back of his knee over and over. But it seemed to matter what she did, she was but a mere pea... How frustrating! What if not being able to defeat this opponent meant Barbos wouldn't want her as an Executive anymore?! What if he kicked her out of the Fifth Moon Company entirely?! "I wont!" She slammed her rocket propelled fist into the beast's back, for the first time in a while sounding more desperate than playful. "Go back!" Again, she'd punch at the man, knowing that she was gravely outmatched in terms of strength, but aware that trying to do nothing would be far worse. "To starving!!" It was practically a wail this time as she pounded her fist once more against his skin, eyes widening when her rockets shut off and powered down. Ah, right. She'd been too careless and now she was out of energy. As the man's fist reared back, she'd push off his leg once more, releasing the rope so that she could jump back a little further away from him, her stance further shifted by the air that followed his movements. He was right; she wasn't strong enough. And when everyone else realized that, too, how long before they'd abandon her?
Sona's eyes shifted over to Genova momentarily, looking back to her opponent with a surprisingly distraught expression. As his fist bore down at her, she'd do just as he'd said, the pressure knocking her to the ground so that all she could do was stare up at the sky and his oncoming attack. If he was to hit her she was certain it would be her demise, but that was surprisingly not as terrifying as the idea that she would end up alone and unfed again. A moment before her impending doom, his fist stopped above her, and all she felt was the crushing air that seemed to cling to him. For a moment she couldn't breathe, pinned down by an invisible force, though as it passed she remained on the ground. "I.. lost..?" The creature before her didn't have to hurt her for her to realize this. She'd been defeated. A strange sensation stung at her eyes and she reached up to grab Amon's fist with both of her hands, pulling herself up and leaning her forehead against their clasped grips. Her head was bowed slightly, hair covering her face, on her knees as if she truly were showing him respect like one may to a god they worshiped. Sorry, Barbos. Sorry, Genova. "PLEASE MAKE ME STRONGER!"
The young woman sat there for a moment, trembling before she rose to her feet once more, wiping her face and then glaring at Amon with a resolute expression. He'd been right in saying that her will was strong, and this wasn't a time for her to hang her head in shame. If she could still stand, she could still fight. If she was still breathing, she was still alive. "If you want me to fall.." Grasping Amon's arm, she'd do her best to pull the behemoth of a man forward even just a little, and then run closer to him, rearing her arm back and attempting to punch the side of his face. "THEN YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO MAKE ME STAY DOWN!"
[60 damage if the rocket punches hit; 10 damage if she punches him in the face. ; w ; goodnight, sweet Sona]
CrspyDonut
Chaos Reclaimer
Deecee Sama
Cor Contritum
Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2018 12:18 am
《069 STR | 000 PRW | 005 DEF | 025 SPD | 015 STA | 00 VIT》
His fist hit air as his opponent copied his maneuver and stepped back. Genova pulled his arm back and followed suit, taking the time to check on his companion. Having to fight a man that large must be a challenge. Of course, Genova would have taken him on, but Sona was set on him being her opponent and it would have been rude to insult her ability to battle. Yet, they were both clearly no match for the strength of these two. If anything, their claim to be gods was starting to sound more and more believable.
"So I'm just a fling for you~? Fufufu~"
His head snapped as two more flaming orbs were fired at him. The Wano leaped into a roll in order to dodge attacks. The orbs blasted into nearby debris. "W-wait what?! I'm a bit confused. We've only just met!" He quickly looked back to his comrade. The cyborg was frozen in place with the giant's fist looming over her head. She had dropped to her knees, trembling in fear at the sheer strength of the man. His heart sank as he witnessed this event unfold. The feeling of weakness was something that he knew well. He clenched his fists and fought back the urge to run to her side. However doing so would only make it worse. The man had to trust that she would bounce back on her own and she did exactly that.
Her fighting spirit restored, Genova returned his attention to where it rightfully belonged. He dashed towards the woman once more in hopes of landing at least one attack. Achieving that much at least would have been a start at progress. Genova once again slid to a halt in front of her but this time he faked a left punch, only to throw a right into her stomach. As long as could still move, he wouldn't stop trying. At this rate, it would be a while before he did.
Technique Name: Blunt Fang Description: A punch thrown in a similar fashion as a palm thrust into the chest with speed akin to a Shigan based attack. Essentially a One Inch Punch. +25 Strength Trait(s): Primary Weapon [Hand] | Rokushiki [Shigan] Effect: Damage Range: 25 feet Duration: 1 post Cooldown: 1 post Tier: 1 Cost: 25 Stamina Base: Strength
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Technique Name: Mutoryu: Eightfold Tear Description: Genova begins this technique with a right punch to the stomach [+25] and chains into the following at each tier: Tier 2: Right palm strike into the chest followed by a double palm strike (Split damage) [+50 dmg] Tier 3: Right axe kick into a right knee (Split damage) [+75 dmg] Tier 4: Double karate chop below the ribcage [+100 dmg] Tier 5: One-Inch punch to the chest [+200 dmg] If the last hit is considered fatal (Depletes the remainder of opponents Hp) Blood will spray from the opponents back as if being cut by a sword [Wholesome aesthetic] Trait(s): Primary Weapon [Hands] Effect: Upcasting Range: 25-200 feet Duration: 1 Tier: Upcast Cost: Upcast Base: Strength
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「」or〈〉Devil Fruit and Rokushiki technique borders respectively
Amon refused, with everything he had, to recognize these humans as being worth his time. That was what he'd always thought. Since their birth they were nothing more than insects crawling beneath his feet, waiting to be expunged. Such was the unsightly present they had just being being around him. He thought them spineless, weak, and ill advised. And as they grew through the ages, the unsightly war they brought to Mother Atlas was just something he could not forgive. Their sins were unjust! Their trifling ways needed to be stopped once and for all and that was why he was the one who'd resolved to do so.
Yes, he believed it to be true. An end to this Age of Man was needed, however, there was a fire among them.
Some of them were born with the ingenuity of a god. The right to exist was planted deep within and only when it was shown at its brightest; at its precipice would Amon announce their right to existence. Young Sona had shown him this right."Even when you see it is all for naught, you fight on!" A might fist matched her own, not attempting to stop any motion she'd done. "Even when this world shows you are weak, you stand tall to pronounce that you are here and you exist!" Echoing, booming was his presence as his fist engulfed in wafting golden flames!
"Excellent! You deserve the right to bare the title of child of Amon, Heavenly Calf! Be reborn!" FWOOSH! Their fists united in a mighty explosion in all directions! Amon's force overpowering Sona's easily, but even so, as she fell from the exchange, he held firm to her small figure. Eyes lit with warmth and admiration; humanity could yet be saved! "Come, Young Sona. This age will become yours as well. I'll allow it to be so!"
Now all that was to be awaited was Dakini and Genova's bout.
Health - 390/490
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CrspyDonut
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 1:54 pm
Satō Dakini
XXXDakini pouted. Aww, Genova wasn't interested in her. Was it because she was ugly? "Fufufu~ and I thought we were getting to know each other so well~!" She cried, alligator tears welling in the corner of her eyes before she wiped them away and grinned deviously. While this was going on, it appeared as if Amon's and Sona's fight was coming to some sort of conclusion. At least, that was what seemed was happening. Perhaps the girl could pull something truly astounding from her metaphorical hat!
Again, Genova dashed forward! He was trying the same thing? Dakini gave a smug smile as he thrust forward with the same hand as before. But it was a feint! With just enough time to slip her arms up and coat them with busoshiki, Dakini felt the impact of a powerful right punch! If she hadn't used Haki, that would have been fairly painful. As it was, the impact was enough to cause her to slide backwards. Which she used to her advantage and hopped again, once more distancing herself from the rough man. However, instead of throwing another fiery orb directly at him, she sent one into the sky above them. The will-o-the-wisp would break a part as it ascended, falling back down in an arc. The fire would rain down in a one-hundred foot diameter, with her on the edge, carpeting the ground in azure flames! "Ahn~ so rough~! Maybe I should heat it up as well~"
Technique Name: Inu Inu no Kitsune no Yomeiri Description: The user fires a Hi no Tama into the air. It splits apart and rains down in an area within 200 ft of the user, causing damage [+200]. Trait(s): [Devil Fruit] Effect: [Damage | AOE] Range: 50 Ft Radius Duration: 1 Post Tier: 5 Cost 200 Base: [ Prowess ]
Technique Name: Basic Busoshoku Haki Description: The user may cover a single part of their body (arm, leg, hand, foot, head, or torso) in an invisible armor for a single post. It is activated by the user, thus is cannot be used if the user is caught off-guard. Basic Busoshoku Haki can be used to increase the user's offense or defense by [50] points. This level of Busoshoku allows the user to touch the tangible body of a fruit user, as noted above. Basic Busoshoku can be applied to weapons the user is holding, but only for as long as contact is maintained. Furthermore, the weapon or object takes the place of the body part; i.e., Busoshoku will be applied to the weapon, not both weapon and hand, etc. Basic Busoshoku Haki can be used without the boost, but with the other effects stated in the technique, by expending [10] Spirit.
Bijuu would be forced to move back when she realized this was an ongoing battle apparently, she would jump upwards and create a glass spire above the fight and watched with intrigue. The fox womans earlier french had amused the girl and she became heavily interested in her. The fight between the giant and the young lass was...suicidal? She didn't know what to think of either of the fights to be honest, but she just remained a simple bystander looking curious as always.
CrspyDonut
Decee Sama
Chaos Reclaimer
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 10:35 pm
《069 STR | 000 PRW | 005 DEF | 025 SPD | 015 STA | 00 VIT》
"Fufufu~ and I thought we were getting to know each other so well~!"
It had been all of what, ten minutes? Is this how meeting people works? First, it was Hunter and Henry. Then Sona. And now these two gods? It was astounding, really.
This time he connected. But it wasn't as he expected.
The woman raised her arms and for a moment they hardened as if he were hitting something metal. It caught Genova's attention for a moment, but he quickly regained focus after she used the force of the impact to put some distance between them.
He heard a loud boom and turned to see Sona hanging limply in the hand of the titan. His eyes widened as he stood there completely speechless.
"SOOOOONNNNAAAAA!!!!!"
Was she dead? No, they agreed it was simply a duel. But what if he didn't hold back? She would be squished obviously. Genova couldn't help but worry for Sona. One moment she was smiling and popping sweet rolls into her mouth, but now she was motionless and in the arms of the victor. The sound of another fireball pulled his attention back to his opponent. However, this time was different.
The kitsune raise her arm and shot it into the air. The flaming orb streaked into the air, disappearing into the clouds. The sky grew slightly bright, hues of blue painted the clouds as multiple projectiles rained from above. There was nothing Genova could really do about it but watch as they came hurtling towards him. He looked to the kitsune, but instead chose to look at his unconscious partner. There was only one thing he could say before everything went dark...
"I'm sorry..."
♦ Profile - Mercenary-kun ♦ Word Count - [x] ♦ OOC NOTES - Goodnight Sweet Prince
Combat Data:
Stats:
240 Health -366 ::270 Stamina -50 :: 056 Spirit
Techniques Used:
Technique Name: Blunt Fang Description: A punch thrown in a similar fashion as a palm thrust into the chest with speed akin to a Shigan based attack. Essentially a One Inch Punch. +25 Strength Trait(s): Primary Weapon [Hand] | Rokushiki [Shigan] Effect: Damage Range: 25 feet Duration: 1 post Cooldown: 1 post Tier: 1 Cost: 25 Stamina Base: Strength
Technique Name: Mutoryu: Eightfold Tear Description: Genova begins this technique with a right punch to the stomach [+25] and chains into the following at each tier: Tier 2: Right palm strike into the chest followed by a double palm strike (Split damage) [+50 dmg] Tier 3: Right axe kick into a right knee (Split damage) [+75 dmg] Tier 4: Double karate chop below the ribcage [+100 dmg] Tier 5: One-Inch punch to the chest [+200 dmg] If the last hit is considered fatal (Depletes the remainder of opponents Hp) Blood will spray from the opponents back as if being cut by a sword [Wholesome aesthetic] Trait(s): Primary Weapon [Hands] Effect: Upcasting Range: 25-200 feet Duration: 1 Tier: Upcast Cost: Upcast Base: Strength
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「」or〈〉Devil Fruit and Rokushiki technique borders respectively
[ He won. He freakin’ won. Because, she said yes right? This beautiful red head, that systematically snatched the eyes of those around her effortlessly, said yes to being his girlfriend. In truth, Sorei never even expected things to progress this way. Met a girl in the cave, fought with her, went out for dinner, complimented her, got a kiss, and suddenly prop- err...asks her out. And, she said yes. Ever since that time, he’s been in the best of moods. Right up in cloud nine. Occasionally he goes out of his way to make sure the woman is comfortable, despite nothing in particular going on. For him, he seriously doesn’t wanna mess this up, but he has no clue as to what people in a relationship do. He never received tips for this, and without the book…
He ponders this, and realizes it has been quiet between them for quite some time, and she spends more time jamming to her tunes than speaking with him--not that he minds. After coming to a stop, he rubs the back of his head and makes a confused face for the first time in a while. “Say, Nephele… For a while I’ve been thinkin’ it, but what are we doin’ anyways? Somehow or other you became the big wig of the last place but… is that your aim? Sittin’ on the top of these cities?” he ponders, not really getting what they’re even doing. Rather, how in the world did she gain control of the last place so easily?! She didn’t even do anything but be cute! He pockets his hands, waiting on a response while ignoring the strange feeling he’s getting of being watched. Further down the street, a group of dangerous looking men are poised up, glaring over at the pair from the side of their eyes. ]
Sorei had been especially clingy since the date. Nephele, curious as to why, had been staring for very prolonged periods of time. The boy was both giddy as hell and being very helpful. Every time she tried to do something, like grab a drink, Sorei was there. In that instance, already glass in hand. It had gotten tad ridiculous. Or rather out of hand. But, at the same time it was kind of endearing. Like a puppy. As a reward for being so helpful, and perhaps to distract Sorei a little bit, Nephele had cupped his chin and gave him a soft peck on the cheek as she read a book and listened to her music.
It was several hours later, they would be walking down a street in the kingdom of Goa. For once she wasn't bopping to a song. Though the silence was overbearing. Nephele wasn't sure what to say to Sorei as she walked beside him, hands in her pockets. Finally the quiet was disturbed by Sorei asking a rather poignant question. "... is that your aim? Sittin' on the top of these cities?" He pondered aloud. Nephele nearly screeched to a halt and dropped the bag on her shoulder, her armor clinking and clattering as the sack smashed against the hard ground. The racket created was enough to cause some passerbys to stare. "I'm not strong enough." Weak words left her kisser.
Hair was raising on the back of Nephele's bitty neck. She could feel eyes on her now, as she stood in the street Sorei a few feet ahead. Not just the eyes of people walking by either. She was used to that sort of attention. No, this was hostile intent. Someone was just letting it pour out unchecked and the Kuja was picking up on the wave-lengths. It almost felt like it was coming from a group of men up ahead who looked fairly dangerous. But Nephele was too far away to tell. She white-knuckled her fists, as every muscle in her body tensed. Instincts were screaming at her to either fight or run. Her heart beat faster, blood pumping harder through her veins as she prepared for a confrontation or to flee. The Kuja blood in her told her, "Never retreat. Never explain. Get it done and let them howl."
Between enjoying being back within the realm of humans and taking a break to figure his life out, Amon could be set back on track. A day had passed since the debauchery the three had shared and he was feeling quite refreshed. With all that done and taken care of, their first steps towards taking over this pitiful planet could come into fruition. With arms crossed as they came to the edges of Goa Kingdom, Amon paced himself to turn and gaze to the ones behind him. He didn't need all of them. Just Dakini - still, maybe even not her. To crown her Queen of this place would be his next goal and so, it would be given as a gift. A proclamation that she and she alone would have this world to rule.
The Heavens beckoned and Amon seamlessly followed its call.
"This land will belong to you by the end of this day. I swear it to be so."He'd exclaim softly with hair whisping about as the ship slowly came into port. It was early, which was a good enough time for any to conquer as they saw fit. As he exited his body grew by the second, becoming a massive man with a gleaming, shining aura of gold. His mane now lighting flame in contrast to that bronze skin and as he rose to the occasion, words boomed through the air. The attention of simple townsfolk and merchants were of course drawn first as the giant towered high among them all. "Humans, rejoice. You will fall under the rule of someone who shall show you the way to salvation. Lay down your weapons. Lay down your will. Bow now and acknowledge the mantle that is the Goddess of this world. If you'd dare to decline I will have no choice but to take action. I shall, indeed."
Step by step, he went forward with ambition. Quaking, booming; the land knew of his existence and quivered in fear. All hail Amon, The Heavenly Calf had arrived.
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Chaos Reclaimer
Takeover- Goa Kingdom
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2018 12:21 am
Pathetic town. Blue eyes swieveled left and right as she'd take in the small area, a sneer marred perfect peach lips as the woman with legs longer than a normal human body stepped out from an ever larger one seater boat. Louboutin shoes encased her feet, the designer famous for only catering to the rich and upperclass of the Grand Line being recommended highly by her race. The shoes themselves were a status symbol, as well as a gift from her family when she had turned eighteen a long time ago, the woman wore them everywhere, not a single scratch or speck marred them, were that to ever happen the fool who dared to ruin them would be stained with their own blood. The heel almost stabbed into the thick wood boardwalk below her shoes as she would move with elegance and grace, air blew past her exposed hips and thighs as she wore something stretchy and comfortable across her bodice. The whole thing was a one piece suit, greatly suitable for a woman who fought a lot and couldn't always find beautiful clothing out here. Long silver locks fluttered in generous waves along her back, her bangs held in place by flower fixtures on either side of her head, flowers rolled up her stomach and branched out behind her ample bosom and held tight behind her back in wonderful strokes of foliage. A single sash wrapped around her hips and fluttered out in stylish folds behind her, the clear sign that the woman didn't belong in such a town, if her simple size and the cross marks in her eyes didn't give it away already.
Disgust was clear across the pale woman's features as she would trot along the boardwalk, though the strangest thing ever happened when men only looked up and seemed utterly confused. No sound. Utter silence as the woman's steps should have rang out around her when she'd hit cobblestone, but it was nothing. Not even the gentle breeze that was lifting up the sash behind her made a single rustling sound as when one moved cloth. Quiet. Blue eyes moved as she would dominate any and all who were foolish enough to be within her line of sight, something that looked like a snort seemed to escape her when a woman waved to her kindly, she'd flick a few stray strands of her hair back behind her shoulder as she stepped. She'd clear the main town and make her way towards the market area, having only stopped to pick up some fresh produce and water to bring along with her on her travels. The woman's legs ate up the distance as she walked and soon she'd come to a stop and squat down her knees meeting each other as she would peer down at the food before her and slowly pointed to each piece of fruit.
The woman shook heavily as she bagged over thirteen dozen different fruits, the longleg held one hand out and the woman placed the bags on her fingers, a smile breezed onto the longleg's lips as she would reach over to her sash and pull it up to reveal a stash of money and hand the woman over a generous amount of beli. Standing up with her bags in one hand she would turn and begin the short walk back to her ship, but she'd be paused as something tapped the back of her knee. Blue eyes flashed as she turned to stare at the idiot who had the audacity to touch her gorgeous legs. A grimy group of thugs close to her height ( must be half giants if not a quarter blood ) stared at her with smiles on their faces and a single gun trained on her abdomen, "Hello there doll face, you didn't pay-" the man didn't really get a chance to say much before one leg came up as fast as a whip and dropped down on his head sending him straight into the cobblestone below and breaking all his teeth. People gasped and backed away as she would with clear ease transition from that single kick into another one that sent the next man hurtling through the air. The strange thing was, still no sound. The man flew through multiple buildings, but they could only see the damage, no crashes sounded at all. Even when the man had been drop kicked into the ground no sound of stone cracking escaped, the sneer was back on her face as she would eye the last man and sized him up. The man sniveled and wet his pants as she approached, stepping on the one she had felled while she was at it, blood appeared where she stepped as she would force the man to crawl backwards in his own filth, "Don't you ever touch me filth." she growled as a French accent curled from her lips, "Repay your sins in the hospital you garbage." she growled as she would raise one leg and take out any chance at reproduction for the filth before she'd turn and step past the other male she felled.
A clear canter in her step as her hips swayed from side to side, the sound reaching everyones ears as if a spell broke, "M-miss! Your name!" a woman called almost enthusiastically if not completely terrified, "Why would I tell a commoner like you?" she sneered as she continued on not even pausing. Though as she would be out of sight she'd smile, "They'll all come to know my name someday anyways, Ambrosia Feu De Soliel. The life of the sea." she muttered with a pleased tune. It wouldn't take the longleg much time to reach the boardwalk, within moments her boat would be filled with the food and she'd be cantering back towards the market, not caring that she just made what many would say ' a cool exit ' since she wasn't much for appearances, but she did want her water. A dead long leg wasn't much use to the world.
