Post by viruswithshoes on Jul 23, 2017 17:52:30 GMT -5
"POOOOWAAAAA!"
All Shade could understand from her enemy's speech impediment was "Power". The second word became lost to the darkness as the older of the two women fighting momentarily lost consciousness. Shade tried to find that second word because thinking about her current situation would only have caused despair.
Shade decided that attack was called Power Penguin and that if she took one more of those without her armored coat she was a dead woman.
Another Power Penguin landed on Shade's chain-mail coat which still resulted in some heavy bruising and limited use of her left arm.
The katana in her left hand drooped but soon erected when Shade noticed an opening in her orange-haired enemy's defense.
The diminutive marine chore girl dropped her left hand slightly when throwing punches with her right. That one tell allowed the weary escapee to openly slash at the shorter woman, cutting not only a bleeding gash in the marine's left side but also ridding her of her left pigtail. Shade felt bad about the unintended haircut, it was a cute hairstyle, she had to admit.
Despite the battle raging around her, Shade felt one of her devil fruit's quirks scratching at the inside of her. Her clothing madness urged her to end the fight by transforming the little marine into a charm bracelet or some other kind of ornament. In a fugue state of demented obsession revolving around transforming her adorable adversary, Shade dropped the sword from her left hand to take hold of the short teen.
There was no effect. She knew in the back of her mind that her devil fruit could not turn combatants into couture but that thought was too far in the back of Shade's mind.
The fashion frenzy faded away as a tiny fist that felt like a hammer collided with the revolutionary's chest, knocking her back. She would have thanked the short marine for knocking her back to her senses could the wounded warrior speak without wheezing.
Far too hurt to put up much of a fight Shade was straddled by the powerhouse with one orange pigtail who raised a bloody fist for one final killing blow. What strength Shade had left was used to whip her neck forward causing the dagger hidden in her afro to fly toward the little death-bringer and buy another precious second of life. The dagger only grazed the fair, child-like face of the marine but it was enough.
The woman with the life-saving afro and fashion sense knew she must have looked a little silly pulling herself to her knees and sheathing her remaining katana. The first of the family Muramasa's techniques imparted to a young Shade was iaido...sword drawing.
The marine of short stature and orange hair only saw Shade sheathe her sword, but the draw and cut were too fast to comprehend. There was only blood and disbelief and the echo of the technique that felled her.
"Invisible doom."
With the ship's scrappiest Chore Girl unconscious in a pool of her own blood a few of the marines made conscious attempts to fight around Shade. It was tempting to sit out the rest of fight by simply maintaining a hearty defense but there was a group of visually intimidated Seaman Recruits around a very enticing looking chest sure to be filled with delicious contraband like Mars' precious sword.
All Shade could understand from her enemy's speech impediment was "Power". The second word became lost to the darkness as the older of the two women fighting momentarily lost consciousness. Shade tried to find that second word because thinking about her current situation would only have caused despair.
Shade decided that attack was called Power Penguin and that if she took one more of those without her armored coat she was a dead woman.
Another Power Penguin landed on Shade's chain-mail coat which still resulted in some heavy bruising and limited use of her left arm.
The katana in her left hand drooped but soon erected when Shade noticed an opening in her orange-haired enemy's defense.
The diminutive marine chore girl dropped her left hand slightly when throwing punches with her right. That one tell allowed the weary escapee to openly slash at the shorter woman, cutting not only a bleeding gash in the marine's left side but also ridding her of her left pigtail. Shade felt bad about the unintended haircut, it was a cute hairstyle, she had to admit.
Despite the battle raging around her, Shade felt one of her devil fruit's quirks scratching at the inside of her. Her clothing madness urged her to end the fight by transforming the little marine into a charm bracelet or some other kind of ornament. In a fugue state of demented obsession revolving around transforming her adorable adversary, Shade dropped the sword from her left hand to take hold of the short teen.
There was no effect. She knew in the back of her mind that her devil fruit could not turn combatants into couture but that thought was too far in the back of Shade's mind.
The fashion frenzy faded away as a tiny fist that felt like a hammer collided with the revolutionary's chest, knocking her back. She would have thanked the short marine for knocking her back to her senses could the wounded warrior speak without wheezing.
Far too hurt to put up much of a fight Shade was straddled by the powerhouse with one orange pigtail who raised a bloody fist for one final killing blow. What strength Shade had left was used to whip her neck forward causing the dagger hidden in her afro to fly toward the little death-bringer and buy another precious second of life. The dagger only grazed the fair, child-like face of the marine but it was enough.
The woman with the life-saving afro and fashion sense knew she must have looked a little silly pulling herself to her knees and sheathing her remaining katana. The first of the family Muramasa's techniques imparted to a young Shade was iaido...sword drawing.
The marine of short stature and orange hair only saw Shade sheathe her sword, but the draw and cut were too fast to comprehend. There was only blood and disbelief and the echo of the technique that felled her.
"Invisible doom."
With the ship's scrappiest Chore Girl unconscious in a pool of her own blood a few of the marines made conscious attempts to fight around Shade. It was tempting to sit out the rest of fight by simply maintaining a hearty defense but there was a group of visually intimidated Seaman Recruits around a very enticing looking chest sure to be filled with delicious contraband like Mars' precious sword.