Post by Djinn on Apr 2, 2014 14:40:53 GMT -5
All across the island, the frenzy of competition was infectious. There was the outlaying riots, but without arguement at the center of the commotion was the makeshift arena in the heart of the island. Even as syndicate guards encircled the area, there were already drifters and brigands trying to force their way past them. These affronts were met with extreme prejudice, the guards brutally beating those bold enough to try them. Inside the "stadium" the pirates watching the titanic terrors beat each other mercilessly were going wild, many of them were drunk and some had even snuck in weapons. A couple of them let loose shots into the air out of joy and drunken abandon.
While both of his blows hit, neither seemed to hurt Moby. He lived up to his nickname of "Iron Jaw" alright, but that just meant Berk wouldn't have to hold back! Moby's massive leg sailed towards the Sea-Tiger Captain, but Berk brought both of his arms up to block the attack. The kick crashed into his guard, sending Berk's heavy frame flying across the ring! He smacked into the ropes at the edge of the ring, his arms stinging from the sharp blow they had just blocked, the ropes stretched back almost to their limit. As the whole platform groaned Berk launched himself off the ropes, effectively like a huge slingshot, streaking towards the larger gyojin like a brown missile! As he flew towards Moby, he aimed a powerful straight at the Whale-shark's massive mid-section. The punch could have easily snapped a tree, but would it affect so stout a warrior? The Tigershark-man didn't stop there, throwing another uppercut to Moby's iron-like jaw. Though his arms hurt, Berk pushed their pain to the back of his mind and kept fighting.
Outside the ring, Peche was having to keep an eye on the over-enthusiastic crowd and make sure they didn't interfere with the fight. One belligerent spectator had the nerve to throw a bottle from the crowd. The bottle looked as though it would land in the ring, so Peche drew his pistol quick as lightning and shattered the bottle with a single shot. He turned to the rest of the crowd, smoking gun still in his hand; "The next one who tries some of that, will get shot too!" With a sadistic grin, Peche seemed to be waiting for someone to volunteer and when no one did he turned back to watch the firght. The roar of the crowd resumed and it was enough to drown out even the sounds of gatling gun fire!
While both of his blows hit, neither seemed to hurt Moby. He lived up to his nickname of "Iron Jaw" alright, but that just meant Berk wouldn't have to hold back! Moby's massive leg sailed towards the Sea-Tiger Captain, but Berk brought both of his arms up to block the attack. The kick crashed into his guard, sending Berk's heavy frame flying across the ring! He smacked into the ropes at the edge of the ring, his arms stinging from the sharp blow they had just blocked, the ropes stretched back almost to their limit. As the whole platform groaned Berk launched himself off the ropes, effectively like a huge slingshot, streaking towards the larger gyojin like a brown missile! As he flew towards Moby, he aimed a powerful straight at the Whale-shark's massive mid-section. The punch could have easily snapped a tree, but would it affect so stout a warrior? The Tigershark-man didn't stop there, throwing another uppercut to Moby's iron-like jaw. Though his arms hurt, Berk pushed their pain to the back of his mind and kept fighting.
Outside the ring, Peche was having to keep an eye on the over-enthusiastic crowd and make sure they didn't interfere with the fight. One belligerent spectator had the nerve to throw a bottle from the crowd. The bottle looked as though it would land in the ring, so Peche drew his pistol quick as lightning and shattered the bottle with a single shot. He turned to the rest of the crowd, smoking gun still in his hand; "The next one who tries some of that, will get shot too!" With a sadistic grin, Peche seemed to be waiting for someone to volunteer and when no one did he turned back to watch the firght. The roar of the crowd resumed and it was enough to drown out even the sounds of gatling gun fire!