Post by thormundsson on May 18, 2012 21:46:44 GMT -5
There was the sound of bones cracking and wounded men shouting left and right. Thor couldn't even tell how well he was aiming but in the chaos that had ensued there was no need. The pirates were pouring on him like flies and he was having some hardship beating them all off. They didn't manage to wound him much but here and there a nick and a cut would get through, slicing at his coat and the rest of his body. He didn't pay it much attention, simply swiping his hammer in the general direction of them pain and he was usually rewarded by the screams of pirates.
He didn't pay much heed to those who threw themselves at him or tried to surrender in any ways, he merely aimed at less lethal areas when confronted with such rats. It was one thing to be a scum-sucking pirate but it was an even greater affront to not be able to stand by those you called your crew. It rang bitter in his own ears when he thought of it, knowing full well that the Marines were no jewel of an organization.
He was gradually working his way towards the great fishman and the pack of fighters that surrounded him. He hadn't noticed it at first but the man was surrounded by what seemed like a trio of other fishmen. They all seemed identical or at least as identical as Thor could tell. He didn't exactly have any fondness for that species. Fishmen found outside of the Fishman island were usually violent and brutal. For some reason only the psychotic members of that species seemed to travel for he had never met a fishman at a market or some such thing.
The huge fishman was swinging his weapon around like it was a toothpick and jabbed it forward at any target that got too close. He was barking order in some strange dialect that Thor couldn't quite figure out, though it was obvious that it wasn't going to be a fun one. As he was shouting Thor noticed that the sewers next to him had exploded open and there was a pair of fishmen moving from it, this time a duo of octopus-shaped ones. Thor still couldn't believe there was a race as mismatched as the this one.
He noticed as the duo of octopus headed fishmen headed for the Cyborg, Marcus. He hoped the man would see them coming, they were unusually swift and they seemed to have daggers stashed at every tentacle. 2 of the trio headed for Hanabi and the 3rd broke off from the group and charged straight at Arpeggio. Whatever the fishman had been barking he most certainly knew that the marines were blocking his crew inside the square.
"On me, Isaac! We are taking the fight to the big guy!" Thor thundered into his den den as he received Isaacs call. He didn't feel like letting the captain of the fish have the fight move as he directed.
He charged onwards and to his amazement the fish charged to meet him straight across the square. The both raised their weapons and came crashing together, an almost visible shockwave of air flowing from the weapons as they met. Thor could feel the shock of the blow rattle his jaw. The fishman was one of the strongest fighters he had ever faced and the cracks he was making in the floor spoke of a very tough and very heavy creature, something that added to the weight of the blows.
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"Buhahahahah! You cannot stand against me!!" Whitey bellowed as he swept his weapon all around, sending blow after blow at the marine in front of him. Despite his unorthodox clothing the man was obviously a fairly high rank, or so the insignias on his shoulders spoke of.
What was more worrying was that the trio and the duo of his kin were having some trouble fighting off the other marines, as if there were any tougher fighters on the sea than them. The marine right in front of him was parrying every blow and sending them sliding to the ground. Already the two of them were blowing apart the ground and sending shards of rock, pavement and sand flying in all directions. It was almost disheartening to meet a fighter who could stand up to Whitey in physical combat, something the fishman had never envisioned a normal human being capable of.
"Buhahahaha!" He kept laughing as they traded blows. The man wasn't showing any weariness but he had gotten a few glancing blows to the legs. A hammer truly wasn't meant as a defensive weapon and Whitey was using that fact to his utmost advantage. He pressed the advantage, trying not to let the marine gain any momentum.
He just hoped there was nothing to interfere, he was really enjoying the fight......
He didn't pay much heed to those who threw themselves at him or tried to surrender in any ways, he merely aimed at less lethal areas when confronted with such rats. It was one thing to be a scum-sucking pirate but it was an even greater affront to not be able to stand by those you called your crew. It rang bitter in his own ears when he thought of it, knowing full well that the Marines were no jewel of an organization.
He was gradually working his way towards the great fishman and the pack of fighters that surrounded him. He hadn't noticed it at first but the man was surrounded by what seemed like a trio of other fishmen. They all seemed identical or at least as identical as Thor could tell. He didn't exactly have any fondness for that species. Fishmen found outside of the Fishman island were usually violent and brutal. For some reason only the psychotic members of that species seemed to travel for he had never met a fishman at a market or some such thing.
The huge fishman was swinging his weapon around like it was a toothpick and jabbed it forward at any target that got too close. He was barking order in some strange dialect that Thor couldn't quite figure out, though it was obvious that it wasn't going to be a fun one. As he was shouting Thor noticed that the sewers next to him had exploded open and there was a pair of fishmen moving from it, this time a duo of octopus-shaped ones. Thor still couldn't believe there was a race as mismatched as the this one.
He noticed as the duo of octopus headed fishmen headed for the Cyborg, Marcus. He hoped the man would see them coming, they were unusually swift and they seemed to have daggers stashed at every tentacle. 2 of the trio headed for Hanabi and the 3rd broke off from the group and charged straight at Arpeggio. Whatever the fishman had been barking he most certainly knew that the marines were blocking his crew inside the square.
"On me, Isaac! We are taking the fight to the big guy!" Thor thundered into his den den as he received Isaacs call. He didn't feel like letting the captain of the fish have the fight move as he directed.
He charged onwards and to his amazement the fish charged to meet him straight across the square. The both raised their weapons and came crashing together, an almost visible shockwave of air flowing from the weapons as they met. Thor could feel the shock of the blow rattle his jaw. The fishman was one of the strongest fighters he had ever faced and the cracks he was making in the floor spoke of a very tough and very heavy creature, something that added to the weight of the blows.
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"Buhahahahah! You cannot stand against me!!" Whitey bellowed as he swept his weapon all around, sending blow after blow at the marine in front of him. Despite his unorthodox clothing the man was obviously a fairly high rank, or so the insignias on his shoulders spoke of.
What was more worrying was that the trio and the duo of his kin were having some trouble fighting off the other marines, as if there were any tougher fighters on the sea than them. The marine right in front of him was parrying every blow and sending them sliding to the ground. Already the two of them were blowing apart the ground and sending shards of rock, pavement and sand flying in all directions. It was almost disheartening to meet a fighter who could stand up to Whitey in physical combat, something the fishman had never envisioned a normal human being capable of.
"Buhahahaha!" He kept laughing as they traded blows. The man wasn't showing any weariness but he had gotten a few glancing blows to the legs. A hammer truly wasn't meant as a defensive weapon and Whitey was using that fact to his utmost advantage. He pressed the advantage, trying not to let the marine gain any momentum.
He just hoped there was nothing to interfere, he was really enjoying the fight......