Post by Quincy on Apr 5, 2014 22:30:45 GMT -5
“You guys thinking what I’m thinking?”
Vanos let a devilish grin and his sharp teeth shine through. “Damn straight!” he blurted out, excitedly grabbing hold of two nearby revolver and pocketing them. He hurriedly walked towards the door, intent on being the first to strike; Screw waiting five minutes! The Eel-man looked to survey the room, and he was extremely thankful he did. While he had plenty of juice left in him, the rest of the crew couldn’t exactly say the same thing. Sure, Berk was a true brawler and Manuke could most likely continue but Peche was fairly banged up from his initial encounter and Shio was acting rather… looney. And Brandy? Vanos didn’t know how well the recently revealed Mermaid would handle a scrap, much less an amassing volunteer army of skilled swordsman.
The Sea Tiger’s first mate assessed the situation and found an obvious solution. He had two pistols, two shields, the sword he picked up from that creepy Bounty Hunter, and was the least harmed from combat; he would have to fight, and fight hard. More importantly, he would need to stall for time, for everyone else’s sake. His mind was already buzzing on gang tactics he had used on the streets of Illusia back in his Illusia Eleven days, when he remembered one crucial detail.
“Oi, mates! Listen up, this ‘eres Manuke, again. He’s a barmy chap, but it’s a good crazy.” He grabbed a hold of the Squid-Swordsman’s shoulder and directed him towards the present company. “You met Blue, and Capt’n Berk,” Vanos gestured towards the sobering blue lad that had just shook the Squid-man’s hand and then to the massive gent with the anchor on his back that was the captain of the Sea Tigers, respectively. “Then their’s our sharpshooter Peche, and apparently the Mer-lass Brandy.” The Eel-man didn’t attempt to point out the squat cook and the crazed mermaid, figuring Manuke could at least sort out which one had a tail and which one didn't.
There were far more pressing issues at hand, and Vanos would be damned if his jolly bunch of Gyojin were gonna be stopped now. He heard Sheriff Cho preach “justice” and rage seethed inside of him. The Eel-man had already lost one group of chaps to so-called justice. He would never let the Sea Tigers suffer a similar fate as the Illusia Eleven, not when he could do something about it. Fire in his eyes, Vanos turned to Berk and told his captain a crazy plan he had just thought up. “Oi Berk, we aren’t ready for this scrap. The gun’s help, but we need more time, and I got a plan, savvy?” Quick as ever, the Eel-man drew forth the dual pistols he had recently acquired from off of Brandy’s wall and tucked them in a fairly odd place; behind his neck and tucked into the back of his jacket. “After the five minutes, I’m gonna pretend to give meself up while y’all scramble to get into a shootin’ spot. Then I pull these pistols and we bloody spray those wankers full o' lead!”
The next moments were tense as everyone readied themselves for the ensuing battle. Brandy had successfully armed everyone to their sharp teeth and Peche had found a great vantage point near a window, being able to see the militia forces outside as they readied to charge Brandy’s Gun Emporium. Cho, having watched the town’s clocktower vigilantly as each second passed, grasped the small Den Den Mushi yet again. “Ok Brandy, you leave us no choi—.” The Sheriff of Yeste was abruptly interrupted as Brandy’s front door burst forth and out walked a lanky Fishman who looked more like a thug than a pirate. Yet more importantly, the Gyojin had his hands raised in the air; the clearest sign on surrender. Cho failed to notice any of the other convicts step forth, and was quite wary of the Fishmen. It was his overly caution disposition that had won him the job of Sheriff, and he would not shame the title bestowed upon him by his fellow citizens. Still, he wouldn’t let this opportunity slip past his grasp. “Put your hands behind your head, then walk forward.” Cho commanded. A vicious grin spread across Vanos’ face, and before Cho could decipher its meaning, the Gyojin had followed orders, placed his hands behind his head, and drew forth his hidden pistols. “Eat shit, ya wankers!” The Eel-man shouted out, yet he wasn’t exactly so confident in his mind. He knew the swords of Yeste were masterfully cafted, but their armor? “Hope his works…” A few of the militia were closing in on Vanos. It was now or never as he pulled the trigger on his pistols and could almost cry tears of joy as the bullets found their way through the samurais’ breastplates. The advancing forces were repelled, yet the Eel-man faced another dilemma; he was out of ammo, and he hadn't thought of grabbing anymore while in the shop! The Yestian mob was rushing to battle and the Sea Tiger’s first mate was far from over, drawing forth one of this punching shields and Enshi, the blade he had nabbed from Wraith. With a mighty war cry, Vanos rushed forth to meet the civilian forces that were seeking entrance to Brandy’s Gun Emporium; over his dead body if need be.
Vanos let a devilish grin and his sharp teeth shine through. “Damn straight!” he blurted out, excitedly grabbing hold of two nearby revolver and pocketing them. He hurriedly walked towards the door, intent on being the first to strike; Screw waiting five minutes! The Eel-man looked to survey the room, and he was extremely thankful he did. While he had plenty of juice left in him, the rest of the crew couldn’t exactly say the same thing. Sure, Berk was a true brawler and Manuke could most likely continue but Peche was fairly banged up from his initial encounter and Shio was acting rather… looney. And Brandy? Vanos didn’t know how well the recently revealed Mermaid would handle a scrap, much less an amassing volunteer army of skilled swordsman.
The Sea Tiger’s first mate assessed the situation and found an obvious solution. He had two pistols, two shields, the sword he picked up from that creepy Bounty Hunter, and was the least harmed from combat; he would have to fight, and fight hard. More importantly, he would need to stall for time, for everyone else’s sake. His mind was already buzzing on gang tactics he had used on the streets of Illusia back in his Illusia Eleven days, when he remembered one crucial detail.
“Oi, mates! Listen up, this ‘eres Manuke, again. He’s a barmy chap, but it’s a good crazy.” He grabbed a hold of the Squid-Swordsman’s shoulder and directed him towards the present company. “You met Blue, and Capt’n Berk,” Vanos gestured towards the sobering blue lad that had just shook the Squid-man’s hand and then to the massive gent with the anchor on his back that was the captain of the Sea Tigers, respectively. “Then their’s our sharpshooter Peche, and apparently the Mer-lass Brandy.” The Eel-man didn’t attempt to point out the squat cook and the crazed mermaid, figuring Manuke could at least sort out which one had a tail and which one didn't.
There were far more pressing issues at hand, and Vanos would be damned if his jolly bunch of Gyojin were gonna be stopped now. He heard Sheriff Cho preach “justice” and rage seethed inside of him. The Eel-man had already lost one group of chaps to so-called justice. He would never let the Sea Tigers suffer a similar fate as the Illusia Eleven, not when he could do something about it. Fire in his eyes, Vanos turned to Berk and told his captain a crazy plan he had just thought up. “Oi Berk, we aren’t ready for this scrap. The gun’s help, but we need more time, and I got a plan, savvy?” Quick as ever, the Eel-man drew forth the dual pistols he had recently acquired from off of Brandy’s wall and tucked them in a fairly odd place; behind his neck and tucked into the back of his jacket. “After the five minutes, I’m gonna pretend to give meself up while y’all scramble to get into a shootin’ spot. Then I pull these pistols and we bloody spray those wankers full o' lead!”
The next moments were tense as everyone readied themselves for the ensuing battle. Brandy had successfully armed everyone to their sharp teeth and Peche had found a great vantage point near a window, being able to see the militia forces outside as they readied to charge Brandy’s Gun Emporium. Cho, having watched the town’s clocktower vigilantly as each second passed, grasped the small Den Den Mushi yet again. “Ok Brandy, you leave us no choi—.” The Sheriff of Yeste was abruptly interrupted as Brandy’s front door burst forth and out walked a lanky Fishman who looked more like a thug than a pirate. Yet more importantly, the Gyojin had his hands raised in the air; the clearest sign on surrender. Cho failed to notice any of the other convicts step forth, and was quite wary of the Fishmen. It was his overly caution disposition that had won him the job of Sheriff, and he would not shame the title bestowed upon him by his fellow citizens. Still, he wouldn’t let this opportunity slip past his grasp. “Put your hands behind your head, then walk forward.” Cho commanded. A vicious grin spread across Vanos’ face, and before Cho could decipher its meaning, the Gyojin had followed orders, placed his hands behind his head, and drew forth his hidden pistols. “Eat shit, ya wankers!” The Eel-man shouted out, yet he wasn’t exactly so confident in his mind. He knew the swords of Yeste were masterfully cafted, but their armor? “Hope his works…” A few of the militia were closing in on Vanos. It was now or never as he pulled the trigger on his pistols and could almost cry tears of joy as the bullets found their way through the samurais’ breastplates. The advancing forces were repelled, yet the Eel-man faced another dilemma; he was out of ammo, and he hadn't thought of grabbing anymore while in the shop! The Yestian mob was rushing to battle and the Sea Tiger’s first mate was far from over, drawing forth one of this punching shields and Enshi, the blade he had nabbed from Wraith. With a mighty war cry, Vanos rushed forth to meet the civilian forces that were seeking entrance to Brandy’s Gun Emporium; over his dead body if need be.