Post by Buddy1 on Mar 13, 2014 21:42:22 GMT -5
“Gutsy Battalion!” The explosion and resulting smoke didn’t distract these two from the fight. Betsy, having long since landed, continued to fight whoever stood before her. Right now that was Blue Shiomaru, who was narrowly avoiding a series of wild swings. The lady halberdier swung her weapon with ease, and moved unhindered despite the armor she wore. Metal clanked and clicked, and nothing would slow Betsy down.
“Gutsy Tackle!” When she tired of that offense, she slammed the tip of her weapon into the ground, and used it to thrust herself toward the sharkman. This flying body attack was quickly countered. The blue shark rolled onto his back, catching the wild halberdier with his feet and sending her flying into the other direction. She wouldn’t go far, because she stopped her momentum by driving the blade end of her weapon into the wooden deck surface. Upside down, she chuckled. She only escaped that attack through sheer instinct, and was surprised and pleased with her success.
“You‘re taking this joke too far, little fish!” Nassir, through the smoke, tracked down the thief who took half of his signature weapon. An injured Peche and an unintimidated Nassir faced each other. He reached out an empty hand, expecting to receive his weapon. An brash smile stayed ever present on his face.
“Some things in this world can’t be forgiven, and stealing from me is one such thing! But it’s not too late. Save us both the indignity of this, return what’s mine, and I’ll forget you ever existed. I can easily overlook you.” His request was met with a chakram to his face, which he quickly blocked with his own chakram. His smirk disappeared.
“Idiot! I’m the most dangerous one here! No one overlooks me!” Peche futilely pushed against his enemy, but there was no give. His effort was met with a kick to the stomach. In spite of that pain, the seahorseman kept moving. He ran back into the smoke, temporarily retreating to gain a better opportunity to attack. The taller hunter stood over him, now silently leering.
Meanwhile Shiomaru and Betsy threw out attack after attack, neither landing a blow deep enough to slow the other down. This momentum would stop when the halberd flew away. The blue shark smiled over his success and prepared to attack, but was distracted by Betsy’s strange reaction. She coyly smiled while shrugging her shoulders--acting without a care in the world. She tried as best she could, but couldn’t help but look behind the sharkman. With only the sound of crackling wind, a pair of bolas ensnared the sharkman‘s arms and legs. Without a sound Goldwyn snuck through the crowd unhindered by the smoke.
“See ya! I feel like fighting someone else.” Besty left to retrieve her weapon. She was content playing her part in that trick. She ignored the scene she left behind.
“Everything's stacked against you. It would be easier if you gave up.” Goldwyn stepped on the fishman’s chest, and with a quick motion of his hands stabbed a syringe into his captive’s arm.
"Get off of me!" Shiomaru wouldn’t let himself be stopped. Anger surged through his veins. Without a thought he swung his head forward. Not taking the time to aim, he crashed the side of his head into Goldwyn’s forehead. The short man stumbled back, only to quickly return, and slam the top of his head to the bridge of Shio’s nose.
“Have you never done a head butt before now? No matter how much stronger you are, you need technique! Strike the soft parts of the head! Also, frowning is essential.” With a bruise on his forehead, Goldwyn stepped on Shiomaru’s chest again. That moment in which he was stunned with pain was all he needed. The syringe was still stuck in his arm, and now he pressed it closed. It was filled with a knock out drug used to sedate captive fishmen. The mako man couldn’t explain what he felt, he wanted to keep fighting but his body wouldn’t listen. He fidgeted, growing more slow each second. He tired bend forward and bite through the bolas. The short man pushed his head away--he was experienced in dealing with incapacitated foes like this. There wasn’t a move that could be made to escape--he simply waited for the drug to kick in. Blue Shiomaru’s body flailed wildly before suddenly stopping, and his head slammed into the floor, unconscious. In the midst of this sudden silence, Goldwyn took a nearby rope to tie down the unconscious sharkman further. It was a ritual he did every time he caught a target. He liked to tie them down and leave zero chance of escape.
“Shocking Hurl, ya bloody gits! ‘Sea Wolf’ Vanos is here, get stuffed!” The air started crackling, and water flew towards him. The same happened to Betsy before she could find her weapon, and again to Nassir who searched for Peche. Unable to comprehend what they saw, they couldn’t dodge the electrified water. For the moment they stood, stunned and struggling to regain composure.
In the distance, the sounds of numerous footsteps joined with the sounds of battle. A mob of townsfolk ran to the scene. Concerned with the commotion by the dock, they armed themselves and approached the area. They would arrive within minutes.
“Gutsy Tackle!” When she tired of that offense, she slammed the tip of her weapon into the ground, and used it to thrust herself toward the sharkman. This flying body attack was quickly countered. The blue shark rolled onto his back, catching the wild halberdier with his feet and sending her flying into the other direction. She wouldn’t go far, because she stopped her momentum by driving the blade end of her weapon into the wooden deck surface. Upside down, she chuckled. She only escaped that attack through sheer instinct, and was surprised and pleased with her success.
“You‘re taking this joke too far, little fish!” Nassir, through the smoke, tracked down the thief who took half of his signature weapon. An injured Peche and an unintimidated Nassir faced each other. He reached out an empty hand, expecting to receive his weapon. An brash smile stayed ever present on his face.
“Some things in this world can’t be forgiven, and stealing from me is one such thing! But it’s not too late. Save us both the indignity of this, return what’s mine, and I’ll forget you ever existed. I can easily overlook you.” His request was met with a chakram to his face, which he quickly blocked with his own chakram. His smirk disappeared.
“Idiot! I’m the most dangerous one here! No one overlooks me!” Peche futilely pushed against his enemy, but there was no give. His effort was met with a kick to the stomach. In spite of that pain, the seahorseman kept moving. He ran back into the smoke, temporarily retreating to gain a better opportunity to attack. The taller hunter stood over him, now silently leering.
Meanwhile Shiomaru and Betsy threw out attack after attack, neither landing a blow deep enough to slow the other down. This momentum would stop when the halberd flew away. The blue shark smiled over his success and prepared to attack, but was distracted by Betsy’s strange reaction. She coyly smiled while shrugging her shoulders--acting without a care in the world. She tried as best she could, but couldn’t help but look behind the sharkman. With only the sound of crackling wind, a pair of bolas ensnared the sharkman‘s arms and legs. Without a sound Goldwyn snuck through the crowd unhindered by the smoke.
“See ya! I feel like fighting someone else.” Besty left to retrieve her weapon. She was content playing her part in that trick. She ignored the scene she left behind.
“Everything's stacked against you. It would be easier if you gave up.” Goldwyn stepped on the fishman’s chest, and with a quick motion of his hands stabbed a syringe into his captive’s arm.
"Get off of me!" Shiomaru wouldn’t let himself be stopped. Anger surged through his veins. Without a thought he swung his head forward. Not taking the time to aim, he crashed the side of his head into Goldwyn’s forehead. The short man stumbled back, only to quickly return, and slam the top of his head to the bridge of Shio’s nose.
“Have you never done a head butt before now? No matter how much stronger you are, you need technique! Strike the soft parts of the head! Also, frowning is essential.” With a bruise on his forehead, Goldwyn stepped on Shiomaru’s chest again. That moment in which he was stunned with pain was all he needed. The syringe was still stuck in his arm, and now he pressed it closed. It was filled with a knock out drug used to sedate captive fishmen. The mako man couldn’t explain what he felt, he wanted to keep fighting but his body wouldn’t listen. He fidgeted, growing more slow each second. He tired bend forward and bite through the bolas. The short man pushed his head away--he was experienced in dealing with incapacitated foes like this. There wasn’t a move that could be made to escape--he simply waited for the drug to kick in. Blue Shiomaru’s body flailed wildly before suddenly stopping, and his head slammed into the floor, unconscious. In the midst of this sudden silence, Goldwyn took a nearby rope to tie down the unconscious sharkman further. It was a ritual he did every time he caught a target. He liked to tie them down and leave zero chance of escape.
“Shocking Hurl, ya bloody gits! ‘Sea Wolf’ Vanos is here, get stuffed!” The air started crackling, and water flew towards him. The same happened to Betsy before she could find her weapon, and again to Nassir who searched for Peche. Unable to comprehend what they saw, they couldn’t dodge the electrified water. For the moment they stood, stunned and struggling to regain composure.
In the distance, the sounds of numerous footsteps joined with the sounds of battle. A mob of townsfolk ran to the scene. Concerned with the commotion by the dock, they armed themselves and approached the area. They would arrive within minutes.