Mayhem Vs. Order

[Melko]

-- Regulus M. Scarlemagne//Mayhem Vs. Order-

It had been a couple of months since the incident that took Regulus’s captain and friend’s life. The young mink-human hybrid had managed to survive the Marine attack after his captain tossed him overboard, and he’d floated off to an unknown island on a piece of debris from his former crew’s ship. On that unknown island, Regulus made himself a little raft so that he could hopefully manevours himself to Winchester Island. Fortunately, luck was on Regulus’s side, and after figuring out his former location, he had managed to successfully navigate to Winchester Island with minor difficulty. A gentle breeze carried him on his small raft to the docks of West Winchester, as a warm sun blared down his bronze skin. Regulus used his sword, Akuma no jūnin, as a makeshift paddle to direct his little raft to the beach. After beaching the raft, Regulus tore down the sail, and dragged under the docks to hide it from other Pirates. Then with his raft hid, Regulus grabbed his blade and made his way to a nearby tavern within the terrible town of West Winchester.

Winchester was an island eternally locked in conflict. An age-old battle between Marines and Pirates had consume the island for years, and a perfect place for someone looking to recruit other pirates. The perpetual struggle allowed potential pirate Captains to show off their strength and impress other pirates, on the other hand, Captains can seek out potential crewmates and test their strength. It was literally the perfect environment for Regulus to search for crewmates and to test his own metal, something he had been dying to do for the past couple of years. This desire to prove himself only increased after his captain’s death, and his former crew’s destruction.

Regulus decided that before he was to engage in the never-ending battle of Marines and Pirates, that it would have been a good idea to find a place to get some drink and food so that he could reenergize. While he was able to find himself some food and water on the island that he had formerly been stranded on, those supplies eventually were completely consumed half-way through his voyage. For that reason, Regulus was somewhat famished from his travels, and thusly, hunted throughout the streets for something to eat. Once he found a tavern, Regulus took a seat at the bar, and quickly demanded for some rum and meat to eat. The bartender eventually came back after taking his order, with some food and rum, and Regulus simply ate while listening to the various conversations that occurred within the rowdy tavern. There were multiple pirates talking about their battles with Marines, recruiting other pirates, or whispering about various rumors that dotted the town.

Then without warning, there was a loud boom from outside, and someone shouted “MARINES” as the smell of smoke became heavy, Regulus readied his blade, and rushed outside. A group of Marines started to flood the town; pirates came pouring out onto the streets to meet the tide of Marines as fire consumed a nearby building. A terrible grin inched its way onto Regulus’s lips, as he rushed out into the crowd.

-- NAME // Regulus M. Scarlemagne 



-- CLASS // E



-- TECHS USED // None.



-- WORD COUNT | TOTAL //592 | 592

-- POST COUNT // Post 1

[Mr. Moon]

Alexander #1

After being assigned to a B-4 base, Alexander spent several days there, fulfilling his duties via regular training and patrols, until his next bigger assignment finally came. Some young captain was entrusted with the duty to carry out raid on the pirate part of Winchester Island to do, what their superiors called a “population control”. For this task, he was given a small ship and fifty men among whom was also Alexander. Their plan was fairly simple. Their captain split them up into two teams. One a larger one composed of marines who specialized in close combat was supposed to charge into the city and wreak havoc, while the other one, composed of their sharpshooters, was supposed to stay hidden, picking up valuable targets one by one. It was only short-term strategy, that counted with their swift retreat, once the pirates manage to put together an organized resistance to keep their own losses to a minimum. Seaman Dorn was strongly against this strategy. He was confident that with enough man, he would be able to lay siege to the pirate part of the island and clear it in a few months. Things like that looked more like if the marines were intentionally keeping the status quo, but Alexander didn´t have the rank necessary to voice his opinion and so he stayed quiet.

Naturally, as a large man with an almost unnaturally tough body, Alexander was picked for the first team, so after they landed on the Marine controlled part of the island, he and almost forty other men went into vanguard, clearing the path to the lawless area, until they finally reached the pirate-controlled town.

It was, as one would expect lawless and desolated area, with no real organized defense. Pirates and other outlaws were hanging out on the streets, some of them obviously drunk. Yeah, if he could judge, they will be able to “lower their population” by a decent degree, before they put up serious resistance.

Hidden among the trees, the lieutenant, that led their charge gave the signal by gunning down a pirate, that was standing on guard on a makeshift watchtower. Several other rifles fired, taking down the rest of the wannabe guards before the marines forced charged in with a thunderous war cry that naturally drew attention from the pirates.

Since he was picked for close combat duty, Alex left his rifle in the base, taking only his pistol and sword. Now, he was sprinting towards the enemy with close to forty other men. The first resistance they met was weak. Three pirates, two of them totally drunk, stumbled from a nearby building. One of them was shot by their lieutenant, one punched by their Petty Officer so hard, that he was sent flying and the last one was cut down by Dorn himself with a swift diagonal slash across his body.

[Melko]

-- Regulus M. Scarlemagne//Mayhem Vs. Order-

Regulus and four other pirates had been surrounded by around five Marines, one of the Marines a scrawny guy with chicken-like legs made an attempt to charge at Regulus however, one of the other pirates shot the kid in the stomach. The young Marine stumbled back, almost in shock, Regulus took this moment to finish the brat off, using his sword like a cleaver to butcher the brat like an animal. Another Marine took this as an opportunity to lunge at Regulus, but the second pirate who had wielded a cutlass caught the blade with his own. Finally, the third pirate engaged in one-on-one combat with the third Marine, and then Regulus challenge the final Marine that dared to come across him. The fight was relatively short, and by the end of it, Regulus had picked him up his hair and tossed him into a crowd of Marines. Unfortunately, the young Marine had gotten more than a few hits in on Regulus, and his shirt had been torn and stained red with some of the various cuts and gashes gifted to him by the Marine.

“TORO-WORO-WORO-WORO” Regulus laughter boomed throughout the battlefield, as his maddening grin searched throughout the field of mayhem and violence for his next victim. “Now this is life! This is living!” He exclaimed and held out his arms to capture the scene of destruction and mayhem, it was a symphony of destruction, one that he enjoyed hearing and delighted to add a tune into its chorus.

“TORO-WORO-WORO-WORO-WORO”

The four other pirates whom he had fought with, random strange whom’s name he never had gotten, left him. Two of them had been cut down by the Marine that they were fighting, one had simply fled the scene and made his way to the docks, and the other engage another opponent behind Regulus. The mad mink took a moment to exam their progress and noted that the one behind him would have been a worthy comrade if he survived the engagement. The other three on the other hand, did not seem fit to live a pirate’s life. A part of Regulus knew that his own thoughts were not true, and that defeat simply meant that one’s journey is at an end. Captain Balthazar taught him that only the strong could exert their will onto the world and live successfully as a pirate, but no one can escape destiny when their time has come. Silently, Regulus wondered what his Captain would have thought about this battle, and the recklessness of this battle.

His moment of reflection was cut short, when a Marine grunt charged at him- his battle cry snapped Regulus out of his melancholy, which was quickly replaced by rage and blood lust. The mad mink caught the Marine Grunt’s sword with his own, and the two engaged in a short struggle of power over who would be the strongest. After a brief deadlock, Regulus grinned and kneed the Marine in the crotch, before cutting him down with his blade. The pirate who had been fighting behind him took down another Marine and tossed a nod towards the mad mink. Then with that, the two charged into battle, Regulus’s laughter rumbling throughout the battlefield.

“TORO-WORO-WORO-WORO”

-- NAME // Regulus M. Scarlemagne

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- WORD COUNT | TOTAL //537 | 1129

-- POST COUNT // Post 2

-- TLDR // Regulus and four other pirates get cornered by five Marine grunts- together they defeated grunts. Regulus reflects about the other pirate's worthiness, and then with the final surviving pirate charges into battle after kneeing a Marine in the crotch.

[Mr. Moon]

Alexander #2

It didn´t go as expected which anyone with a hint of real military experiences could tell their captain beforehand, but there and then was too late to cry over spilled milk. To put it simply, they hit a strong resistance too soon and their fire support was reacting too slowly to do something about it before they took some unnecessary losses. Dorn´s own overly analytical mind immediately found the greatest source of their problem. Insanely large lion mink with two comrades, that were throwing marines left and right. No one from the common sailors around him looked strong enough to take them down and both of their officers were preoccupied elsewhere, so it was on Alexander to step in. Unfortunately, there was a large difference between knowing and wanting and being able to. Just as the white-haired giant of men stepped in their direction, doors on his right side exploded as six other pirates rushed from the building in their direction.

Dorn crossed his blade with a young and eager pirate in tattered clothes, that was armed with a short cutlass. The pirate charged him screaming as a devil incarnated, swinging his sword horizontally, at Alexander´s waist. The large marine blocked him with his own weapon, engaging him in swift fencing exchange, before he managed to push his weapon to the side, stabbing the pirate through the chest.

Another step towards his main target, another pirate jumping at him. But right at the time, their fire support finally started working.

BANG!

Lound shoot echoed from the nearby hill all the way to the city and a heartbeat later, his wannabe opponent fell to the ground with a bullet wound in his chest.

BANG!

Another shoot and this time, one of the Mink´s very own companions fell to the ground with a bullet going through his leg.

“They really have a terrible aim for sharpshooters.”

Dorn muttered for himself as he rushed towards his prey, sword held down, its blade pointing towards the ground, slightly behind his body. Almost as if he was taunting his opponent to go and strike him first.

[Melko]

-- Regulus M. Scarlemagne//Mayhem Vs. Order-

Well that is disappointing, Regulus thought as he watched his ‘companion’ trip and fall down to the ground with ease, the stranger clenched his knee and tried to stand up but immediately fell. The mad-mink took a moment to affectionately pat the stranger’s head, much-like a pet owner would do to their dog when they did something good for them. They were strangers yes, but that would not have stopped Regulus from showing some form of affection for a potential colleague who took a bullet for him- whether the act was done purposely or due to recklessness, it mattered not to Regulus. Foolishness when proven to be useful to him, should be rewarded, whether said foolishness was done accidentally or purposely it mattered not. If this companion did not act recklessly and rush into battle, then that could have been Regulus taking a bullet instead of him. The mad-mink searched throughout the battle field, his hungry gaze searching for the man who shot his ‘companion’ but could not find the sniper, instead he found a rather odd Marine. From the looks of it, this odd Marine was relatively experienced and seemed to have been directly challenging Regulus.


“TORO-WORO-WORO” The Regulus boomed with laughter.


The mad-mink took a moment to smirk in amusement, and respectfully nodded towards the Marine who challenged him- almost as if to silently say ‘one moment’. Regulus finished off a random Marine who had attacked him to the side, using his relatively large bastard sword Akuma no jūnin, to slaughter the innocent Marine like some sort of hog sent to the butcher. All the while keeping eye contact with the older Marine, it was his own challenge, his own direct threat, and his own invitation for the Marine to bare face his Gods and accept his fate. Regulus grabbed the Marine whom he had previously murdered and tossed him to the older Marine. The body would land at Regulus’s challenger’s feet, meanwhile, Regulus slowly started charging towards the stranger in a dramatic fashion- almost like, Regulus was wearing a set of incredibly heavy armor that weighed him down.


When the distance was closed, Regulus would deliver a powerful overhead strike with both hands grasp firmly on Akuma no jūnin, an attempt to cleave down onto his opponent’s shoulder and hopefully put him out of commission. With that being said, Regulus was aware that his attack may not work, most likely would not have worked, especially since his attack was delivered that intimidate the Marine more so than actually physically harming him. Therefore, with that in mind, as soon as the attack was to fail or succeed, blocked or countered, Regulus would lead backwards creating enough another level of distances between the two.

“What is your name Marine?” Regulus growled either after the attack, or while leaping back to create space between the two.

-- NAME // Regulus M. Scarlemagne



-- CLASS // E



-- TECHS USED // None.



-- WORD COUNT | TOTAL // 476| 1607



-- POST COUNT // Post 3



-- TLDR // Kills a Marine, tosses his body to the guy. Then, Regulus will deliver a powerful overhand slash, before leaping back.

[Mr. Moon]

Alexander #3

The large marine didn´t even slow down when the mink threw a dead body under his feet. He simply made a longer step, stepping over his fallen comrade, and continued in his walk, without showing a hint of emotion on his stone-cold face. However, the fact, that he wasn´t showing any emotions didn´t mean he didn´t feel any. Not towards the fallen soldier. He didn´t know him and even if he did, a battle wasn´t a great place for pity for a life meaninglessly lost due to incompetent leadership. No, he felt disgust and growing anger towards his opponent for his barbaric behavior.

Dorn was a career soldier, who was going from battle to battle since he was a teenage boy. But he wasn´t living for the violence. For him, fighting was just a means to an end and nothing more. In his eyes, savages like this mink were the worst humanity and every other race have to offer. Too self-absorbed to see the greater picture, too uncontrollable to be a useful soldier, nothing more than a beast that needs to be put down, before it can cause too much damage.

As the mink got to him, Alexander raised his sword in defense. He didn´t try to block the incoming attack, as using force against force, when his opponent was almost twice his size wouldn´t be smart and he didn´t live to his fifties by doing stupid mistakes. While gripping his weapon in both arms, he simply raised his blade up, under an angle, with its tip facing down, letting the mink´s own weapon to slide on it down and away from his body.

Just as the sword moved away, Dorn released the grip of his left arm, lunging forward to deliver a swift diagonal slash, however almost as if he anticipated it, the mink dodged his counter by jumping backward, only to run his mouth during a fight. Just when he thought he couldn´t dislike him more.

Without bothering with an answer, Dorn charged forward, fainting a stab Regulus abdomen, only to twist his blade at the very possible moment, changing it into short, diagonal slash, aimed on his thigh.

[Melko]

-- Regulus M. Scarlemagne//Mayhem Vs. Order-

How cold. Regulus thought, as the Marine simply stepped over his fallen comrade so that he could continue his pursue the mad mink hybrid. He could not help but smirk at the Marine’s coldness and apathy towards the comrade whom Regulus had previously murdered. A lot of people thought pirates were cold and heartless murderers and criminals, some would even go so far to say that pirates were evil incarnate. Namely, when referring to pirates being evil incarnate, those people often thought about scoundrels like Regulus, who embrace passion, and violence. They often forgot about those cold and cruel killers, the Marines, and Cipher Pol agents who mechanically conducted their business-like robots. Those individuals were truly despicable, at least, in Regulus’s opinion. At least he, the mad mink hybrid, accept emotion and held some affection for his fallen comrades whether he had known them or not.

As the distance was closed, Regulus’s initial attack seemed to have slid off the marine’s blade, something that did not really phase Regulus. The mad-mink hybrid did not expect the Marine to meet force with force. The gray hairs on the Marine’s head were indictive of experience, and if that was true, then the Marine knew how to fight and survive. Regulus, however, was not someone who feared a Marine of experience. After all, under the banner of Captain Balthazar, Regulus had seen his fair share of fights, and his former Captain even taught him how to use his special blade. With that being said, Regulus would play a bit cautiously, and he plotted to take his time with the Marine- just so that he can figure out what exactly the aged Marine could dish out.

For that reason, Regulus waited for his opponent to make the second move and watched him carefully to read the Marine’s body language, so that Regulus could anticipate his attack. The Marine did not seem to bite his attempt at conversation, which admittedly, did annoy and irritate Regulus who enjoyed a little chit-chat in the middle of battle. He had successfully managed to dodge the Marine’s counter, now Regulus waited for the Marine to charge forward with a thrust, before switching up to a diagonal slash. The Mad-mink went to deliver an upward-diagonal slash to intercept and bat away the blade, trying to use his might overwhelm and hopefully cause the Marine to stubble.

“So your one of those cold, silent and rude robots? Eh? I wonder what your model is, Marine slave!” he barked as he delivered the counter.

-- NAME // Regulus M. Scarlemagne


-- CLASS // E


-- TECHS USED // None.


-- WORD COUNT | TOTAL // 421| 2028


-- POST COUNT // Post 4


-- TLDR // Makes an upward diagonal slash in an attempt to intercept the Marine's attack, and stumble him.

[Mr. Moon]

Alexander #4

His opponent had good reflexes, Dorn had to give him that when the mink saw through his feint and went for a hard counter with his own blade. There was not enough time for the old warrior to change the path of his own sword and so he simply took the force of the blade head-on. Leaning slightly forward, he firmly rooted his legs into the ground and hardened his muscles to the point where both he and his blade stopped moving just before the impact.
"Armor"
For an unsuspecting onlooker, it seemed like if he just braced himself for the clash, but it was something more. For a second, his body became hard as steel, immovable rock, that absorbed the strength of the impact, without moving an inch. And while his opponent was wasting his breath on another taunt, Alexander attacked.
Releasing his technique, the veteran marine lunged forward, passing the mink, while keeping his sword close to his body, while waving it around his opponent guard, before guiding it into a horizontal slash across his abdomen. Unlike his previous attacks, this one wasn't driven by his arms, but via full-body movement, adding extra strength to it, in an exchange for a shorter reach.
During his movement, he noticed with a corner of his eye another pirate that tried to attack him from the side, but before he got close enough, he was shot down by a sniper. Strangely chosen target in Dorn thought as the plan was to use snipers to take down the most prominent pirates, which this guy clearly was. Were the sharpshooters trying to give him a great duel? In that case, they would deserve an earful as the mission was always more important than personal honor. Well if they weren't going to act he simply had to make sure that this pirate won't leave the battlefield alive himself.

[Melko]

-- Regulus M. Scarlemagne//Mayhem Vs. Order-

What? Regulus thought as his blade had bounced off the Marine’s skin, it was almost like the Marine body was either made out from some metal or he had some sort of individual armor. A bit puzzled as to why his attack failed, Regulus was visibly confused and a little stunned at the Marine’s mysterious technique. Regulus had never come across someone with such an ability like that before, granted, he did hear some whispers from the streets, and had been told some stories from his former Captain Balthazar, with that being said, this was his first time witnessing a ‘body hardening’ technique such as the one employed by the Marine. Whatever the case, it seems that the Marine had taken advantage of his shock, and orchestrated another attack, one stronger than the previous attack that the mad mink had counters. Regulus did not have enough time counter or block the Marine’s attack, nor did he have enough time to fully dodge it.

Instead, all Regulus could do was simply position himself so that the blow was lessened, instead of cutting him in two, the tip of the Marine’s blade would ‘drag’ across his stomach- leaving bleeding deep cut. The Mad mink let out a roar in anger and frustration, as the pain brought him to his knees. A memory of his former Captain pushing him off his ship, to save Regulus from being captured and executed, quickly captured his mind like a blinding like. Pain was transformed into anger, and anger into ambition and motivation to overcome this experience Marine.

“TORO-WORO-WORO” He laughed weakly. Regulus took to stand back up, and to take in a deep breath. “What is your name? Marine? If I were to die today, I would like to know the name of the Marine who scarred me?”

Regulus did not have any intention on dying, and as soon as the mad-mink hybrid asked his question, he decided to take action. Without warning, Regulus mustered the pain into action, and leaped up into the air with his blade over his head- all with the intention of slamming his terrible weapon either into his opponent’s shoulder blade, or with the desire to slash his back. Whatever the case, Regulus used the force of the fall in order to increase the power behind his attack, alongside his full body.

-- NAME // Regulus M. Scarlemagne


-- CLASS // E


-- TECHS USED // None.


-- WORD COUNT | TOTAL // 391 | 2419


-- POST COUNT // Post 5


-- TLDR // Takes attack, bleeds. Asks name, while delievering a leaping attack.

[Mr. Moon]

Alexander #5

Alexander frowned. He was seriously getting old if he wasn't capable of finishing off this youngster with a single well-placed blow. Fortunately, it was a mistake that he could easily correct. So, as his opponent was wasting his breath on another useless chit-chat, Dorn repositioned himself to follow up with another strike. One, that never came, simply because his opponent overcame his pain sooner than expected and launched himself in the air, with a blade raised high above his head just after Alexander turned around and released one hand from his sword handle, for better maneuverability. It was a powerful attack, no doubt about it. One, that would probably be able to cleave grown-up man into two and subsequently break-even through this armor. However, there was a good reason why they weren't used much in real battle and that was an utter lack of maneuverability mid-jump. A drawback, that the experienced soldier took advantage of by instinct.
As the best man launched himself into the air, Dorn swiftly reached for his pistol, pull it from its holster, and shot, while sidestepping to avoid a collision with this behemoth of a man.
It would hardly be a deadly shot. When it came to shooting in close-ranged combat, Alexander was quite skilled, but he was shooting from the waist and while moving, so he couldn't really aim at any vital area. But he didn't mind. There was no need to take him down in one shot. Chipping of him a little by little would be more than enough. Because no matter how tough that guy was, sooner or later the injuries will catch up to him, his strength will crumble and the old marine will be there, ready to deliver the finishing strike.
With that thought, he turned his body to face the enemy again, taking his stance with the empty pistol still in hand, almost as if he could somehow magically replace it.

[Melko]

-- Regulus M. Scarlemagne//Mayhem Vs. Order-

It seems that this Marine scum had decided that play time was over. Then again, play time had been over the moment that the Marine ran his blade across Regulus’s chest in a unique attack, Regulus needed to remind himself that the game was over. The scum took advantage of Regulus’s inability to easily alter his direction while mid-air, and swiftly, within a single moment- rolled to the side, retrieved his gun, and took a shot at Regulus as he was landing. Fortunately, the Marine shot had been offered, and the bullet narrow gazed his waist. The mad mink inhaled sharply in pain, but at last, such petty attack would not bring the lion down. Pain was Regulus’s friend, pain was Regulus’s weapon, pain was simply Regulus’s life.

As soon as Regulus landed, the mad-mink hybrid immediately spring into action. Regulus once again charged at the Marine fool, carefully keeping an eye out for the elder Marine’s attack. The mad-mink would attempt to rush him and unleash a barrage of attacks in order to keep the Marine on his toes, while also preventing him from using his gun- or at least Regulus tried. Whatever the outcome, Regulus delivered a downward diagonal attack, followed by an upward diagonal attack in the opposite direction, and then a horizontal attack. Regulus used the swing of each attack to his advantage, letting his blade guide itself against his opponent, while also collecting his strength.

Regulus found it obnoxious that the Marine had not engage in combat, but nonetheless, if the Marine wished to focused on the battle, than so be it. The Mad-mink would continue with his taunts and his jabs in an attempt to draw out the Marine’s anger and hatred, he wanted the Marine to get mad, to lose control, so that Regulus could take advantage of the anger and hatred. “Tell me Marine, are you simply too afraid to speak against me?” He said after delivering a powerful upward strike, “Are you mute? Stupid? Deaf? Or are you simply too old? EH?” He yelled. “Tell me!”

-- NAME // Regulus M. Scarlemagne

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

-- WORD COUNT | TOTAL // 345 | 2764

-- POST COUNT // Post 6

-- TLDR // Bullet scraps Regulus’s side, pushes through the pain. Delievers a barrage of attacks in this order: diagonal slash – upward diagonal attack in the opposite direction and the horizontal attack. Think of it as a rushed attack, after wards, Regulus taunts, and then delievers an upward attack.

[Mr. Moon]

Alexander #6

Yes, he was getting old, he thought for himself, when the bullet only grazed his opponent´s waist, instead of going straight through his abdomen. Or maybe he was simply rusty. It was a few years since his last real duel after all. Well, the reason didn´t matter as much as the fact, that his opponent was still alive and running straight at him with full speed.

First was downward diagonal slash, which Dorn captured with his blade, while slightly sidestepping to the side, letting it slide along his own blade towards the ground. The half-mink immediately turned his sword and unleashed an upward diagonal slash, but Alexander´s blade was once again in his way. Moving his leg backward from the previous side-stance, he twisted his blade to a downward position, letting his opponent´s blade slide up into his guard.

“Armor”

Knowing way too well, that he wouldn´t be able to block him like that with just one hand, the old swordsman once again hardened his body to the level of steel and rooted his feet to the ground. Once again, he became an immovable rock, that negated that wild animal´s attack.

Probably realizing, that even this strike didn´t hit the mark, that animal switched into another, horizontal one. Dorn released his technique and moved his blade once again. This time, however, because of his previous usage of Armor, he would be too slow, to simply lead that mink´s blade sideways, he had to meet it with force.

The Marine silently grunted, when the backside of his blade hit his side. It wasn´t too strong, but still annoying, especially, when the mink started taunting him again, going from another upward strike.

“This is taking too long.”

The veteran muttered for himself, as he lunged forward to meet Regulus´s attack head-on. He turned his blade but didn´t put any strength behind it, only using it´s steel to prevent a deep cut in his leg, letting that wild mink´s blade push the dull side of his own weapon deep into his quadriceps. For a normal human, this would probably mean a broken leg, but Alexander was far from normal and while it was painful, the bone held. And while his opponent was so busy attacking and taunting him, he used the momentum of his own step to send a powerful uppercut towards Regulus´s crotch.

[Melko]

Regulus M. Scarlemagne #7

It seems that his attack was somewhat successful. On his first attack, the Marine simply captured with his blade, then side stepped so that Regulus’s blade slid harmlessly downward. That of course, did not prevent Regulus from executing his second attack, but it seems that frustrating Marine was prepared for the second attack anyway. The Marine utilized that unique and bizarre technique, the one in which his body became harden almost like some sort of metal such as steel. Therefore, his attack was rendered mute, and Regulus recoiled a bit but managed easily move into the next attack. His next attack seemed to have somewhat hit its target, and the back side of Regulus’s blade smacked the marine on his side.

"Your right, this is taking too late" Regulus agreed. 

The Marine seemed to have been prepared for a counter when it came to his final attack. As the dull side of the blade found its way into the Marine’s quadriceps, the Marine used momentum against Regulus and slammed his fist into Regulus’s crotch. The mad-mink was knocked back a few feet away from the Marine, he had dropped his weapon, and was now holding his crotch.


“You hit me in the crotch, the crotch! Why the crotch?” He called out.

[Mr. Moon]

Alexander #7

A clean hit. The elderly marine's fist slammed into Regulus's crotch, sending the poor mink flying several steps back. At that moment, the whole battlefield stopped for a second as the men growled in shared agony. Only Dorn seemed to be unaffected by it, nor did he bother answering his opponent’s question and instead charged against him, sword slightly above a shoulder to deliver a mercy stroke. It never landed, however as two pirates rushed to help their indisposed colleague.

“Die you monster!”

Yelled one, with a cutlass high above his head.

“How could you!”

Screamed the second one, with a long knife ready to stab the white-haired marine.

Alexander frowned. With how open to a counterattack these two were during their charge, it was painfully obvious, that they were just two small fries, but still, he had to take the time to dispose of them.

With a silent growl, the large man lunged forward, grabbing the sword-wielding guy´s wrists, before he could even bring his overextended sword down while deflecting the knife of the second one. Holding his enemy like that, Alexander pulled upward and twisted his hands, forcing the blade out of them. His captured enemy screamed in pain, while the other one tried to stab him again.

“Armor”

Hardening his body to the level of steel, Dorn let the blade slip on his leg while leaving behind nothing more than a shallow cut.

Releasing his technique, the marine swiftly slashed his disarmed enemy across his abdomen, before throwing him against the second one. As the two of them were rolling on the ground, Alexander wanted to continue with his attack on Regulus, however, paused, when someone in distance behind them used a whistle. That was their signal to retreat. And while the giant of man would love to finish his enemy off, orders were absolute.