Post by EriChar on Jul 29, 2015 8:45:30 GMT -5
Ishika Daiyuu "They say that the 'hero' always arrives last..." Colour Code:#01DF74 |
It is said that perhaps, deep down, everyone has a little heroism in them. However, what is heroism? Largely deemed something close to valour or bravery, there are many things that a person can do in order to be called a ‘hero’ and many of these apparently relate to being of assistance to those in their time of need. There are such things as fighting off an impossible enemy or standing up to a bully, or maybe even something as humble as always finding the strength of heart to support a friend. All of these are acts being things that in some way could be deemed to be heroic, and a great many more, does that mean that all the people who perform them are heroes? Perhaps, from an unbiased standpoint, one could say that any who act with the intention of being called a ‘hero’ are simply indulging their own vanity? So, does that mean that the only true kinds of heroism are the actions that are not intentional? Is a real kind of hero someone who leaps into the fray without ever intending to gain recognition as a hero? That would really be truly unfortunately, since that was exactly what our wicked mistress was about to do. Might whatever force that governs us have mercy on us all if Ishika Daiyuu is a hero of our age!
Would you look at the size of that… Playful prod of prose aside, the pirate protagonist stood at the rear of the chained lady, with the shapes of the ships she sought so storm no longer mere silhouettes in the distance. The large and looming flagship of the Ragnarok Fleet a particularly impressive specimen, though the ship that the striking siren had stolen was no small item, it was dwarfed by the prime pinnace that probed the eye in every direction.
I suppose some men do like big things to make up for other smaller things… Monstrously massive and making quite the impression, Molner’s main maritime menace was intimidating to most, but just a big bullseye to the babe with black locks. Inflated like she presumed the ego of this invincible hammer happened to be, the seductress of sadism supposed that it would make quite the statement to break both the man, and the tremendous trophy he travelled on.
It’s time. Nothing would make a better declaration of destruction than the sight of both this small pond shark and his sizeable ship both smashed into smithereens. And so, with that in mind, the ‘hero’ stepped into the fray.
“You know what to do, boys! Make your Mistress proud!” Calling down to her nodding force as she pushed her feet into the ground, the Dark Mistress looked like a competitive sprinter as she placed her palms on the ground, her heels digging into the deck as power seemed to surge in her lower limbs. Like a spring being held back, as the woman waited for the sound of the starting gun, she could feel herself wanting to vault forward into the action. Excitement overwhelming her, in the seconds it took for the people on her craft to carry out the first stage of her command, the malign minx thought she was going to be overwhelmed by her desire. Daiyuu was desperate to unleash herself on this opponent. Our craved to really let loose in a way even the battle with the vanguard hadn’t allowed. The emerald eyed enchantress had so much inside that wanted to explode outward, that when the crack of her cannons signalled the start of their assault, she set off with an almost literal blast.
Forward guns tearing into the hull of the Ragnarok leader from only a few dozen meters, whilst the damage they could have done before was merely peppering hulls with scorching shards, the situation now was very different. The inertia of the balls so much more intense, the sheer force with which they were unleashed made holes in the hull of the huge vessel, and created the ‘swiss cheese’ that a certain young lady had craved in the minutes before. Projectiles pushed deep into the decks before they inevitably burst, whoever happened to be below deck in this anonymous arc was in for a rude hello as pitiless pyrotechnic ripped through the belly of this beast. Rupturing rounds ravaging the inside of this brutish boat rather than the outside, whatever distraction had denied this dreadnaught the chance to reply certainly seemed to be providence for the pirates our protagonist commanded. Maximum damage exposed with only a single volley, as the chained lady wheeled herself alongside the eminent embark of their enemy, the broadside of the beauty bellowed even more fresh hell inside the turbulent trophy. Say what you will about the marines, but damn if they didn’t build good weapons.
However, as the flagship struggled under the weight of this explosive assault, there was something else which also shot across to it. Not a ball of iron and explosive being unleashed in the belch of black powder but something larger and yet subtler, the shape of a woman in a green dress and fur coat swept through the air, a pair of chains hanging behind her as she shot herself across as if she was being forced from a sling.
I don’t think I’m ever going to walk anywhere again… Decidedly delighted by the dazzling deed she undertook, for the second time today, Miss Ishika found herself loving the feeling of being pulled and pushed through the sky by her snatching shackles. The feeling of air rushing through every inch of her exposed flesh, and even a few unexposed areas, was nothing short of elation. Soaring through the skies as a bullet born of her bodily brawn, the girl swung and swirled around the rigging of the Ragnarok ship as if in some airborne dance.
Now, where's this hammer fool? Lengths of links lashing at the struts of masts and sails to drag her around the bunched up boats, without ever losing any of the momentum she had carried, our libidinous lady looped and lurched around as she tried to find a lead on her enemy. It was truly a spectacle for one to behold, to see this black haired beauty bound around, and entirely fitted the egotistical nature of the woman. Showing herself off in such a stunning fashion, the hero had arrived and was almost ready to save the day, just as soon as she had finished flaunting her finery….
Would you look at the size of that… Playful prod of prose aside, the pirate protagonist stood at the rear of the chained lady, with the shapes of the ships she sought so storm no longer mere silhouettes in the distance. The large and looming flagship of the Ragnarok Fleet a particularly impressive specimen, though the ship that the striking siren had stolen was no small item, it was dwarfed by the prime pinnace that probed the eye in every direction.
I suppose some men do like big things to make up for other smaller things… Monstrously massive and making quite the impression, Molner’s main maritime menace was intimidating to most, but just a big bullseye to the babe with black locks. Inflated like she presumed the ego of this invincible hammer happened to be, the seductress of sadism supposed that it would make quite the statement to break both the man, and the tremendous trophy he travelled on.
It’s time. Nothing would make a better declaration of destruction than the sight of both this small pond shark and his sizeable ship both smashed into smithereens. And so, with that in mind, the ‘hero’ stepped into the fray.
“You know what to do, boys! Make your Mistress proud!” Calling down to her nodding force as she pushed her feet into the ground, the Dark Mistress looked like a competitive sprinter as she placed her palms on the ground, her heels digging into the deck as power seemed to surge in her lower limbs. Like a spring being held back, as the woman waited for the sound of the starting gun, she could feel herself wanting to vault forward into the action. Excitement overwhelming her, in the seconds it took for the people on her craft to carry out the first stage of her command, the malign minx thought she was going to be overwhelmed by her desire. Daiyuu was desperate to unleash herself on this opponent. Our craved to really let loose in a way even the battle with the vanguard hadn’t allowed. The emerald eyed enchantress had so much inside that wanted to explode outward, that when the crack of her cannons signalled the start of their assault, she set off with an almost literal blast.
Forward guns tearing into the hull of the Ragnarok leader from only a few dozen meters, whilst the damage they could have done before was merely peppering hulls with scorching shards, the situation now was very different. The inertia of the balls so much more intense, the sheer force with which they were unleashed made holes in the hull of the huge vessel, and created the ‘swiss cheese’ that a certain young lady had craved in the minutes before. Projectiles pushed deep into the decks before they inevitably burst, whoever happened to be below deck in this anonymous arc was in for a rude hello as pitiless pyrotechnic ripped through the belly of this beast. Rupturing rounds ravaging the inside of this brutish boat rather than the outside, whatever distraction had denied this dreadnaught the chance to reply certainly seemed to be providence for the pirates our protagonist commanded. Maximum damage exposed with only a single volley, as the chained lady wheeled herself alongside the eminent embark of their enemy, the broadside of the beauty bellowed even more fresh hell inside the turbulent trophy. Say what you will about the marines, but damn if they didn’t build good weapons.
However, as the flagship struggled under the weight of this explosive assault, there was something else which also shot across to it. Not a ball of iron and explosive being unleashed in the belch of black powder but something larger and yet subtler, the shape of a woman in a green dress and fur coat swept through the air, a pair of chains hanging behind her as she shot herself across as if she was being forced from a sling.
I don’t think I’m ever going to walk anywhere again… Decidedly delighted by the dazzling deed she undertook, for the second time today, Miss Ishika found herself loving the feeling of being pulled and pushed through the sky by her snatching shackles. The feeling of air rushing through every inch of her exposed flesh, and even a few unexposed areas, was nothing short of elation. Soaring through the skies as a bullet born of her bodily brawn, the girl swung and swirled around the rigging of the Ragnarok ship as if in some airborne dance.
Now, where's this hammer fool? Lengths of links lashing at the struts of masts and sails to drag her around the bunched up boats, without ever losing any of the momentum she had carried, our libidinous lady looped and lurched around as she tried to find a lead on her enemy. It was truly a spectacle for one to behold, to see this black haired beauty bound around, and entirely fitted the egotistical nature of the woman. Showing herself off in such a stunning fashion, the hero had arrived and was almost ready to save the day, just as soon as she had finished flaunting her finery….