Post by Buddy1 on May 5, 2014 19:58:04 GMT -5
In what took even the athletic sharkman many lengthy minutes, he reached a new area. To him, it was eerily peaceful, being such a stark contrast from the last battlefield. It was a farmer's market, where the townsfolk not worked into a battle frenzy went about their day like normal. The bleeding, bandaged pirate had his ears flooded with the sound of footsteps and common chatter. He tried to ignore it, because he was searching for the sound of only one person here. The noise of panic and trepid concern stuck out, but gave way to no clues. Shiomaru stepped through the crowd without obstacle--everyone saw him and the guns in his hands and stepped out of the way. The crowd was seized in fear, and only those too scared to scream or run stayed nearby.
The sound of a flying blade hummed. Blue Shiomaru jumped aside, knocking over several people not by contact, but fear. Goldwyn dashed from behind a taller woman and slashed at the blue gyojin with tiny handheld blades. He dodged, and threw a punch at thin air. The hunter had already disappeared back into the crowd, moving without making a sound.
"Hey! Did anyone see where that short guy went?!" With tension in his voice, the sharkman turned to anyone who would listen. While he had everyone's attention, no one spoke up. He could see the fear, and it shook his tension away. He didn't understand what everyone was afraid of, though violence was something that didn't phase this young man, so he couldn't relate. Yet, something about this sight reminded him of his early years in Karate Island. His yells reaching no one was something he didn't like, but in spite of that he shook it off. He remembered his focus--he needed to find his opponent. He looked at the bladed weapon left behind--an aerodynamic knife that resembled a scalpel. He tried to pick it up, only to be pushed aside by a blinding force. Again, it was the beanbag. Goldwyn was still no where to be found. The young pirate roared a great scream in the area.
"These things barely hurt! You'll need more then this to beat me!" The sharkman kept running. Staying in one place wasn't working, so he'd keep combing the island until he found him. Running across every inch of the island wasn't an issue if it meant winning. Meanwhile in a small building a short bounty hunter hid against a wall, peering out a nearby window. He zipped closed the 1st pocket on his vest, where he held his small throwing blades. He racked his mind for a new attack plan. He had come this far, but he desperately wanted to disable his target now. He didn't believe he could win an extended melee fight, yet the very crowd that also gave him cover also discouraged him from using his heavy weapons. He let out a sigh and a tear, and worried if he'd have to launch an explosion in the crowd just to win this battle. Forgetting the arsenal at his disposal, he fixated on his riot gun and convinced himself he was running out of options.
Shiomaru stood amongst a crowd, when suddenly screams filled the area. Smoke filled the sky. It rose in one column, then two, then five, then one after the other. White smoke enveloped everyone in the market. One after the other civilians fell unconscious, Shiomaru included. As the smoke cleared, everyone had fallen asleep. When the smoke was gone, the last man to fall was Goldwyn the hunter, who had shot his knock-out gas from within the crowd he was standing in.
The sound of a flying blade hummed. Blue Shiomaru jumped aside, knocking over several people not by contact, but fear. Goldwyn dashed from behind a taller woman and slashed at the blue gyojin with tiny handheld blades. He dodged, and threw a punch at thin air. The hunter had already disappeared back into the crowd, moving without making a sound.
"Hey! Did anyone see where that short guy went?!" With tension in his voice, the sharkman turned to anyone who would listen. While he had everyone's attention, no one spoke up. He could see the fear, and it shook his tension away. He didn't understand what everyone was afraid of, though violence was something that didn't phase this young man, so he couldn't relate. Yet, something about this sight reminded him of his early years in Karate Island. His yells reaching no one was something he didn't like, but in spite of that he shook it off. He remembered his focus--he needed to find his opponent. He looked at the bladed weapon left behind--an aerodynamic knife that resembled a scalpel. He tried to pick it up, only to be pushed aside by a blinding force. Again, it was the beanbag. Goldwyn was still no where to be found. The young pirate roared a great scream in the area.
"These things barely hurt! You'll need more then this to beat me!" The sharkman kept running. Staying in one place wasn't working, so he'd keep combing the island until he found him. Running across every inch of the island wasn't an issue if it meant winning. Meanwhile in a small building a short bounty hunter hid against a wall, peering out a nearby window. He zipped closed the 1st pocket on his vest, where he held his small throwing blades. He racked his mind for a new attack plan. He had come this far, but he desperately wanted to disable his target now. He didn't believe he could win an extended melee fight, yet the very crowd that also gave him cover also discouraged him from using his heavy weapons. He let out a sigh and a tear, and worried if he'd have to launch an explosion in the crowd just to win this battle. Forgetting the arsenal at his disposal, he fixated on his riot gun and convinced himself he was running out of options.
Shiomaru stood amongst a crowd, when suddenly screams filled the area. Smoke filled the sky. It rose in one column, then two, then five, then one after the other. White smoke enveloped everyone in the market. One after the other civilians fell unconscious, Shiomaru included. As the smoke cleared, everyone had fallen asleep. When the smoke was gone, the last man to fall was Goldwyn the hunter, who had shot his knock-out gas from within the crowd he was standing in.