Post by The Shimmering Banana on Feb 18, 2016 14:12:40 GMT -5
With his feet firmly planted on the ground a grand transformation took place “I’ve been waiting for you Jube since our last encounter”. Although the last time they met Otto was seen as the victor he didn't feel like one. His opponents unique style, a complex version of Fishman Jiu jitSu utilizing his eight arms. He felt that in fighting technique Jube was superior then he was but that was then and this was now. The already thick dark brown hair covering his body slightly grew in length and thickness as his prehensile tail almost doubled in length. “I'm not gonna lie I feel like I cheated you out of the win last time we met. So this time I’m gonna give you a fair one on one bout.” says Otto as his lengthened tail waived back and forth beside him it’s now hand shaped tip balled up resembling a fist. In number of arms Otto was still no match for the Octo man even with the addition of his long tail, so if he was going to win this time it would be on his own skill and training.
“What you think a longer tail is going to change anything” replied the fishman as he took his own stance. “I'm gonna wrap all 40 of my fingers around that tattered rope you call a tail and rip it off of you”. The pair rushed one another with immense force Otto raising his hands like a mad bear rushing forward Jube matching his motion more resembling a daddy long legs if it was a person. Otto's fingers intertwined with Jubes as his top pair of hands locked with the ape man’s. The Octo man instantly taking advantage of his extra fist delivering stern blows with his other fist Otto letting out slight grunts with each hit. Until the last fist went into motion Otto unleashing his trap to his opponent. His elongated tail swiftly moving in place for its mitten shaped tip to catch Jube’s balled fist. The fishmans eyes widened in surprise as his attack was blocked the look in his eyes exciting Otto. The young hunters own eyes widening as large as his shocked foe’s as he raises the heel of his left foot preparing to attack. The fishman quickly preparing to use another arm to counter the monkey man. It was too late before the happy monkey could even form his cocky grin his knee thristed into the pirates gut halting his swing and nudging him back.
His smile widened as he pulled the fishman closer never letting go of his hold. In fact the tip of his tail had released it hold on the initial attack just to use it length to wrap around Jube’s other arms on that side of his body. The tip locking itself in place by grasping its own body. It was too late for Jube he was caught like a fly in a spiders web. Hmm… that's a good name for this thought the self impressed fighter as he delivered the second then third knee the fishman gasping for air with each blow. By the fourth knee Jubes tight clutch on Otto’s hands became weak his fingers loosening. Yet the next knee would sure to leave Otto surprised as he lifted his leg and Jube used what strength he had left to block the attack with his remaining three free arms. Otto’s THIRD ARM POINT was still a new form and still needed perfection. His tail was not yet long enough to wrap around each loose end and he was going to pay for it now. The Octo man pushed down with all his might sending the hunters leg right back to the deck of the ship. Caught off guard Otto stumbles Jube taking full advantage standing up straight wrapping his arms around Otto holding him close as he musters the strength to lean back. Lifting the monkey man off the ground suplexing him through the deck of the ship sending both of them crashing into the lower level. Their holds on each other releasing as the pair fell through.
*cough! Cough! cough!*
*Cough! COUGH! cough!*
Dust and debris filled the lower level of the enemy ship as the fighting pair let out deep coughs letting the know their opponent was still alive. Both men beyond exhausted at this point after giving it all they had in the fight above deck. Their visibility was as low as the strength as the two struggled to get to their feet. One final blow should end this on either end of this fight. But who will it come from? This was it Otto’s chance the time to show the world or at least Jube and himself that his training paid off. The well trained fighter calmed his nerve taking long deep breaths as he closed his eyes planting his feet firmly on the ground. Jube on the other end doing the same as he heard the thump of Otto's feet planting down. Both men opening their ears listening for the slightest change in sound. The monkey man making the first move lunging forward as fast as he could. Jube hearing his feet scrape across the dirty deck as he pushed off. The pair ran full speed towards one another preparing their final attack. Step by step the foes reaching closer when Otto used his one and only advantage. With great speed the only man spun around swinging his long tail.
BALL AND CHAIN!!
Otto balled up the mitten shaped end of his tail using his reach as his advantage. The balled up tip resembling a cannon ball attached to a chain. *BOOM!* CONTACT. With immense force the balled up tip collided with Jube’s jaw instantly knocking him to the ground. The already large gap between them only increasing as the fishman when hurtling backward crashing to the ship. “ That must have done it” thought the exhausted man as the dust finally began to settle being re stern again by the devastating attack
“What you think a longer tail is going to change anything” replied the fishman as he took his own stance. “I'm gonna wrap all 40 of my fingers around that tattered rope you call a tail and rip it off of you”. The pair rushed one another with immense force Otto raising his hands like a mad bear rushing forward Jube matching his motion more resembling a daddy long legs if it was a person. Otto's fingers intertwined with Jubes as his top pair of hands locked with the ape man’s. The Octo man instantly taking advantage of his extra fist delivering stern blows with his other fist Otto letting out slight grunts with each hit. Until the last fist went into motion Otto unleashing his trap to his opponent. His elongated tail swiftly moving in place for its mitten shaped tip to catch Jube’s balled fist. The fishmans eyes widened in surprise as his attack was blocked the look in his eyes exciting Otto. The young hunters own eyes widening as large as his shocked foe’s as he raises the heel of his left foot preparing to attack. The fishman quickly preparing to use another arm to counter the monkey man. It was too late before the happy monkey could even form his cocky grin his knee thristed into the pirates gut halting his swing and nudging him back.
His smile widened as he pulled the fishman closer never letting go of his hold. In fact the tip of his tail had released it hold on the initial attack just to use it length to wrap around Jube’s other arms on that side of his body. The tip locking itself in place by grasping its own body. It was too late for Jube he was caught like a fly in a spiders web. Hmm… that's a good name for this thought the self impressed fighter as he delivered the second then third knee the fishman gasping for air with each blow. By the fourth knee Jubes tight clutch on Otto’s hands became weak his fingers loosening. Yet the next knee would sure to leave Otto surprised as he lifted his leg and Jube used what strength he had left to block the attack with his remaining three free arms. Otto’s THIRD ARM POINT was still a new form and still needed perfection. His tail was not yet long enough to wrap around each loose end and he was going to pay for it now. The Octo man pushed down with all his might sending the hunters leg right back to the deck of the ship. Caught off guard Otto stumbles Jube taking full advantage standing up straight wrapping his arms around Otto holding him close as he musters the strength to lean back. Lifting the monkey man off the ground suplexing him through the deck of the ship sending both of them crashing into the lower level. Their holds on each other releasing as the pair fell through.
*cough! Cough! cough!*
*Cough! COUGH! cough!*
Dust and debris filled the lower level of the enemy ship as the fighting pair let out deep coughs letting the know their opponent was still alive. Both men beyond exhausted at this point after giving it all they had in the fight above deck. Their visibility was as low as the strength as the two struggled to get to their feet. One final blow should end this on either end of this fight. But who will it come from? This was it Otto’s chance the time to show the world or at least Jube and himself that his training paid off. The well trained fighter calmed his nerve taking long deep breaths as he closed his eyes planting his feet firmly on the ground. Jube on the other end doing the same as he heard the thump of Otto's feet planting down. Both men opening their ears listening for the slightest change in sound. The monkey man making the first move lunging forward as fast as he could. Jube hearing his feet scrape across the dirty deck as he pushed off. The pair ran full speed towards one another preparing their final attack. Step by step the foes reaching closer when Otto used his one and only advantage. With great speed the only man spun around swinging his long tail.
BALL AND CHAIN!!
Otto balled up the mitten shaped end of his tail using his reach as his advantage. The balled up tip resembling a cannon ball attached to a chain. *BOOM!* CONTACT. With immense force the balled up tip collided with Jube’s jaw instantly knocking him to the ground. The already large gap between them only increasing as the fishman when hurtling backward crashing to the ship. “ That must have done it” thought the exhausted man as the dust finally began to settle being re stern again by the devastating attack