Starting Bloody - Drake&Zeek - (Open)[SWORD]

[kiarus]

"How about you say we cause a bit of mess Nori." Big words from a small guy with an even bigger sword. Chrome... Silver...

Lusting Luster.

It was long, six feet in modest steel with a hooked tip and a circle cut out for obvious reasons... Still don't know? Use your head.

Short white hair sat atop a tanner body. Though white in its origin, the body of this creature was tinted blue by race. Gills located on both sides of the neck did nothing to conceal this beasts identity.

Fishman.

He took a step, a hard one. A great thud resonated throughout the docks at Jreum island. "As messy as possible my brother..." Dreptin called out to his brother in both arms and ideals. Wielding his long sword, he stepped forward. He could hear the many gasps from the civilians amongst the crowds and with one clean sweep and a step forward he drew blood.

One person was maimed.
One person was critically injured.
One person was in half.

Brutal. The proud fishman would have too much fun today doing exactly what he wanted to do.

Which was whatever he wanted to do.

[Badman Zeek]

[teal]”Hmmm…..”[/teal]

The stop to ponder his companion’s question was not out of loss for an answer. But rather a moment to consider the most efficient course of action the two would take. While it was entirely possible to simply strike down every human in site. But to end would that bring them? No, they would not act without reason, justified or not. Although their purpose in being at Jreum was justified in itself. This island was a cesspool of human technological advances, all applied towards the Marines.

Though his mind sought a proper course with ease, the abnormally large cleaver Dreptin wielded made its way through three meat sacks with ease; dropping the victims before Nori could oppose the act. Oh well, three less potential threats to their goals, in the end justification would be found if not already identified, and the humankind would receive liberation.

"As messy as possible my brother..."

The words of his right hand struck true.

[teal]”Indeed my friend. Humans will never truly understand what our people have experienced unless they are forced to square one…”[/teal], Nori spoke. His voice taking on a methodical tone as he continued to share words with his ally. All the while his tall, lean frame moved towards the dock’s edge.[teal]”In achieving this I propose we sink all ships in the vicinity, they would likely have some supplies that may be useful.”[/teal]

As the last of his words were carried off by the wind his body returned to its natural atmosphere. From below the “world of humans” the Fishman swam effortlessly, taking note of the mass and form of the ships within the range of his electric field. There were five close to where he departed with Dreptin, at any rate those who were on them probably fled witnin the first moments after Dreptin had struck down his targets. Regardless they each vessel would soon belong to him and the ocean.

BANG!

The normally loud expulsion of sound emitted from his massive gun let off, only to be muffled by the dense atmosphere of the water surrounding Nori. Nonetheless his shot stayed true and and spught to impact the bottom of a relatively small ship. Probably belonging to a self-employed merchant. Oh well it would soon find a resting place beneath the water’s surface.

Boom!

Another sound muffled by the difference in atmosphere. Though unlike the first, this was merely the product of Nori’s choice in which round to fire off. The fifty caliber bullet he shot at the small ship broke apart upon impact, releasing the highly reactive Cesium. Due to the amount of surrounding water the resulting reaction produce an explosion down under that was most comparable to a stick of dynamite.

And like that, the plan had been set in motion.

[kiarus]

”Indeed my friend. Humans will never truly understand what our people have experienced unless they are forced to square one… In achieving this I propose we sink all ships in the vicinity, they would likely have some supplies that may be useful."

He sighed, blood stained both him and his cleaver in an artistic manner. Having heard his brother in race, he turned toward the ships that laid docked at the ports. The many island citizens, scared shit-less ran amok in chaos. "Someone go call the marines!" A nobody shouted amongst the riot.

Dreptin looked back, "Tch... Get you're human police. I'll chop them in two." He said before diving into the water wielding the large brute of metal, its steel cleansed by the ocean's waves. Underwater he could sea the many ships, as well as Nori going to work on one himself. He wasn't quite interested in attacking the ships from below. No fun.

Excitement.

Dreptin launched himself from the water onto the ship next to the one Nori blew up. It's inhabitants were looking on at the sinking ship to the left when Dreptin crashed onto the dry wood. "Tch... Humans." He said gaining their attention. The atmosphere was tense as everyone on board knew he wasn't there to help cast the anchor. Dreptin gripped his cleaver by the hilt and brought it down hard atop the nearest individual cleaving him nicely in two. Without hesistation, Dreptin brought his sword horizontally to the next only to find his strike blocked. Unfortunately for him, the force of the attack was too great and he went flying off the ship. Dreptin looked around at the few others that graced the ship. They knew staying on board was suicide but jumping in the water was in even worse.

Out of desperation the five remaining sailors brought their weapons from their respective places. Knives from pockets, swords from sheathes, guns from holsters, and etc and with hope attacked the fishman. "Weak."