Post by EriChar on Jul 14, 2015 10:44:23 GMT -5
Ishika Daiyuu "A queen carries an arsenal that knows no limits." Colour Code:#01DF74 |
“W-What I do in my own time is none of your concern, criminal!” The dry disposition of the Marine suddenly seeming to catch light, as the heat of embarrassment clung to the cheeks of Maria Barton, our lead showed that it wasn’t just her whips that she could use to lash her opponent. Battle broken for a bawdy back and forth, whilst Ishika Daiyuu may have been outclassed in terms of fighting ability, she was rarely outgunned when considering wit. A manipulative and magnetic young woman, the same skill that had not once but twice turned a crowd into her frenzied followers was the weapon she now used against the Marine. Which provided similar results.
“Oh? So there are things, you just don’t want to share, hm?” A master of exploiting the subtleties in what one said, the dark dominatrix had discovered that what one evaded speaking of was often what spoke the loudest, if one had the ears to listen. Wild shot seeming to strike some sort of armour gap with the Marine opposite her, this discursive demoness was like a raptor pouncing on the prey her cry had provided. Ruthless and precise, she would not waste this opportunity to not only distract the duellist she faced, but also humiliate her.
“N-NO!” Glow in the girl’s cheeks brightening further thanks to the devilish discourse that Daiyuu embarked upon, it seemed as if the more Miss Batron tried to hide, the more she was showing. Confidence and coercion the bread and butter of a mistress such as she, our lady lead needed only a fraction of vulnerability to gain her entryway into someone’s psyche, and once within she loved to wreak havoc.
“I bet they’re the dirtiest of deeds if you’re so shy about them!” Finger jabbing toward her flustered foe in a show of incrimination, whilst the wicked wench had been stressed about the ability of her adversary, picking this follower of blushing justice was doing much to lift her spirits. Winning the war of their words without really trying, whilst the devious dish had been bested in their opening encounter, the ribald routine was another matter. Here, where the blows were innuendo and implication, the twisted mind of a temptress ruled the roost.
“I’d have expected better from a woman of the Marines…” Performance of the pirate like a pantomime, as the situation grew more and more out of hand, the dash away from duelling moved more and more in her favour. A genuine sense of pity sweeping through her, as the word weaving witch covered her mouth with an appalled angst she had assumed, the mistreatment of Maria was decidedly a delight for our dishy dominator to drink in.
“H-Hush, I don’t engage in such perverse conduct like some sort of depraved pirate!” The lady protesting far too much, it was almost a shame for our leading lass to pass up further chance for embarrassment, but the situation had turned out far too favourable to ignore. Redness set to complete beetroot in the face of her rival, as the abashed obstruction felt the fierceness of the flame in her cheeks, she allowed for an opening for less figurative intentions. Hands of the girl lifting to touch her face and hide the gathering humiliation, Miss Ishika knew it was time to go in for the kill.
“Such a liar! I can see it on your face! You’re blushing like crazy!” Verses the vanguard in the assault she unleashed, the dark mistress watched Maria like a hawk as the woman struggled against her mortification, the moment almost ripe for her attack. Poison in her prose that pushed the paws of the policewoman to cover the shame that was written in red ink across her cheeks, with those naughty little mitts occupied, the wily witch launched into her assault. Whips still well within her grip, as Captain Barton shielded her face, it was the toughness of wood that Yuu sought to surround. Lash wrapping around the breadth of a box nearby, with shame holding those hands back for an extra moment, our battling beauty sought to take advantage of the extra second that her farce had yielded.
You're mine! Hurling the container toward her enemy now that she had knocked down her guard, as the crate was compelled toward her opponent, the fighting femme knew before it ever got close to landing that the item had little chance of impact. Woman that stood before her fast of finger, even if the box took her by surprise, it was doubtful that Barton would have lacked the reflex to deny it’s attack. That, however, had not been the aim of our calculating combatant. Tossed timber merely another distraction, as the opening blow hovered in mid-air, the mistress that had unleashed it was already on the move. Feet carrying her to the side of her foe, as the battle spirit of the black beauty went into full flow, once again our lady lead could feel her heart pounding with excitement.
Head of her enemy turning to find her once more, as the time stalling effect of adrenaline kicked in, the twin ‘heads’ of the dragon that was Daiyuu launched into action. Whips stretching outward in the fraction of a second that it took the young woman to adjust to the demonic dominator’s new place, it was enough for the woman’s wrist to flick the first of her weapons forward and try to lance the rivals eye, the speed which our lady lead moved was not quite enough to beat the power. Knot of her whip stopping in midair, as the woman that battle remained undeterred, her other wrist flicked far more subtly, as she kicked off the ground. Running headlong at her adversary with little care for her wellbeing, as the lancing lash was pinned in place, the body of our black beauty remained mobile.
Vaulting at her foe and aiming to take her head clean off with a kick, the swipe that our strumpet of sin attempted would have been magnificent, had it have landed. Foot swinging through the air inches from the nose of Maria, as Miss Ishika found a finger jabbed straight at herself, both her body and leading weapon caught by the trap of the Shiki Shiki no Mi.
“S-Still not fast enough, pirate…” Satisfied smile of the Marine sweeping over her face, as the seed of malice that their bawdy banter had birthed made this woman smug in her ‘victory’, it was not with distress that the dark mistress met her failure. A slow and smug smile creeping across her own lips, while this woman seemed to remember that our lashing lead had insulted her, she had forgotten one very important thing. This dragon had more than one head.