Post by Manuke on May 3, 2014 22:32:25 GMT -5
“No prob Shio, anytime!” Manuke called back to his nakama. It seemed that little flight had perked the little guy up, though truth be told most of that was just the two of them sailing out of control through the sky. Only during the very final stages was Manuke able to get some control and glide via his Takoika technique which luckily for Shio he was light enough to ride along without throwing Manuke off. The flying squid had intended to land alongside Shio but the little guy’s attention had been caught by something and off he went. Not that Manuke was any better in that regard however, he kept gliding a little further after Shio jumped off simply because he spotted he path of destruction Tulips the Rhino had created and despite renouncing the beast mere moments ago Manuke was secretly hoping he’d get the chance to spur the beast into further mayhem.
Though he had lost too much altitude to reach the hole Tulips had punched in the arena wall Manuke did manage to reach the wall itself and once again adhere himself to it like a spider. As he crawled over to the newest door (a.k.a. the hole) Manuke could hear shouts from inside, though not much of it made sense the words ‘Tyrant-Fist’ and ‘Berk’ kept popping up. Manuke remembered Berk said he was ‘going to look for some action’ and, since Berk wasn’t known to chase the ladies all that much, that could only mean that some unlucky bastard or bastards were going to get their faces beaten in. Judging from the excitement whatever had just happened here must have been seriously epic. As for the Steel Tempest crew, many of them had followed Captain Rambi to hunt down those fish-freaks who had done this to his precious pet. As much as it pained him to leave the injured Rhino behind he was dead set on personally finding and punishing the perpetrators as well as anyone else who felt like getting in his way.
Aww…it’s broken Manuke moaned internally upon finally spotting what was left of the armored beast who as very much alive despite needing an aspirin the size of a watermelon for the headache she was going to have upon waking up and was now being tended to by the remainder of Rambi’s crew. That certainly put a damper on Manuke’s plans to get another rampage out of her, but there was one hell of a consolation prize lying about. Though Brandy had long since relieved Tulips of one of her Gatling guns the other still remained fastened to the rhino’s back ripe for the picking. Manuke didn’t actually know Brandy had taken the other one, nor did he even remember she wanted one for that matter, but he figured ol’ rhino rider and his lackeys were out for revenge against him, Vanos and the others so rather than wait to be found or try and sneak away like a pansy the manic squid planned to make the first move. Wall crawling his way above rhino and her guards was way easier than it should have been but the crew members were still an emotional wreck after seeing her in that state and not even really paying attention to anything but waking the poor thing up.
“Hey fellas how’s it going?” Came a shout, as a certain someone they all knew and despised dropped down out of nowhere onto the back of their fallen pet. No one really answered but the murderous glare they all acquired simultaneously said it all. As though they didn’t hate his guts enough already Manuke’s next remark pushed them over the edge. “Soooo…anyone thirsty?”
Manuke hadn’t just opened an old wound; he had torn out the stitches and shoved his boot in it. One of the mob actually turned green in the face and dashed off for a second round of vomiting at the mere mention of that incident in the bar. The others set their sights once again on spilling some squid blood. Once again however Manuke was one step ahead of them and seized the Gatling gun at his feet and let loose his own steel tempest on the Steel Tempest crew. Brave as they were the men knew all too well the power of those things and those who weren’t (literally) cut down by the initial barrage ran for cover. Not about to let up Manuke leapt down off of Tulips’ back and intended to continue the chase, however in doing so he failed to noted that the ammo feed was still attached and not met to be twisted at such and angle. As ht e squid jumped, the chain kinked and snapped causing the gun to immediately stop firing and slowly, pathetically grind to a halt. “And this kinda crap is why I use swords…”
Manuke wasn’t the only one enjoying himself however, from further off into the stands the turkey shoot had gotten itself a spectator. Though he’d come to watch the fight simply to kill some time and because his captain had been talking on and on about this arena place for days now. He had to admit, the fights today were pretty good particularly that last one, but unlike his captain Shane had declined to place a wager on the match because, in his own words, ‘either way the big smelly fish was gonna win!’ Nevertheless he seemed like the show was over when that blade-horned beast busted in and ruined things, at least it looked that way until this little brawl got going. As good as the scheduled matches were this free-for-all melee was much more Shane’s style. He even found himself cheering out loud in what we’d consider a thick Scottish accent, “That’s it, that’s it! Shoot ‘em up lad!”
This was getting good; his as his excitement grew so did Shane’s thirst. Not taking his eyes off the action Shane reached for his oversized mug of ale, only to remember there was nothing on that side on that with. Shane grumbled and turned to grab the mug with the one arm he still had and was about to start complaining but got drawn back into the fight once he realized the squid-boy’s gun at stopped working and the pirates he’d been shooting at were quickly swarming back in. “Oooohh what’cha gonna do now boy-o?”
Though he had lost too much altitude to reach the hole Tulips had punched in the arena wall Manuke did manage to reach the wall itself and once again adhere himself to it like a spider. As he crawled over to the newest door (a.k.a. the hole) Manuke could hear shouts from inside, though not much of it made sense the words ‘Tyrant-Fist’ and ‘Berk’ kept popping up. Manuke remembered Berk said he was ‘going to look for some action’ and, since Berk wasn’t known to chase the ladies all that much, that could only mean that some unlucky bastard or bastards were going to get their faces beaten in. Judging from the excitement whatever had just happened here must have been seriously epic. As for the Steel Tempest crew, many of them had followed Captain Rambi to hunt down those fish-freaks who had done this to his precious pet. As much as it pained him to leave the injured Rhino behind he was dead set on personally finding and punishing the perpetrators as well as anyone else who felt like getting in his way.
Aww…it’s broken Manuke moaned internally upon finally spotting what was left of the armored beast who as very much alive despite needing an aspirin the size of a watermelon for the headache she was going to have upon waking up and was now being tended to by the remainder of Rambi’s crew. That certainly put a damper on Manuke’s plans to get another rampage out of her, but there was one hell of a consolation prize lying about. Though Brandy had long since relieved Tulips of one of her Gatling guns the other still remained fastened to the rhino’s back ripe for the picking. Manuke didn’t actually know Brandy had taken the other one, nor did he even remember she wanted one for that matter, but he figured ol’ rhino rider and his lackeys were out for revenge against him, Vanos and the others so rather than wait to be found or try and sneak away like a pansy the manic squid planned to make the first move. Wall crawling his way above rhino and her guards was way easier than it should have been but the crew members were still an emotional wreck after seeing her in that state and not even really paying attention to anything but waking the poor thing up.
“Hey fellas how’s it going?” Came a shout, as a certain someone they all knew and despised dropped down out of nowhere onto the back of their fallen pet. No one really answered but the murderous glare they all acquired simultaneously said it all. As though they didn’t hate his guts enough already Manuke’s next remark pushed them over the edge. “Soooo…anyone thirsty?”
Manuke hadn’t just opened an old wound; he had torn out the stitches and shoved his boot in it. One of the mob actually turned green in the face and dashed off for a second round of vomiting at the mere mention of that incident in the bar. The others set their sights once again on spilling some squid blood. Once again however Manuke was one step ahead of them and seized the Gatling gun at his feet and let loose his own steel tempest on the Steel Tempest crew. Brave as they were the men knew all too well the power of those things and those who weren’t (literally) cut down by the initial barrage ran for cover. Not about to let up Manuke leapt down off of Tulips’ back and intended to continue the chase, however in doing so he failed to noted that the ammo feed was still attached and not met to be twisted at such and angle. As ht e squid jumped, the chain kinked and snapped causing the gun to immediately stop firing and slowly, pathetically grind to a halt. “And this kinda crap is why I use swords…”
Manuke wasn’t the only one enjoying himself however, from further off into the stands the turkey shoot had gotten itself a spectator. Though he’d come to watch the fight simply to kill some time and because his captain had been talking on and on about this arena place for days now. He had to admit, the fights today were pretty good particularly that last one, but unlike his captain Shane had declined to place a wager on the match because, in his own words, ‘either way the big smelly fish was gonna win!’ Nevertheless he seemed like the show was over when that blade-horned beast busted in and ruined things, at least it looked that way until this little brawl got going. As good as the scheduled matches were this free-for-all melee was much more Shane’s style. He even found himself cheering out loud in what we’d consider a thick Scottish accent, “That’s it, that’s it! Shoot ‘em up lad!”
This was getting good; his as his excitement grew so did Shane’s thirst. Not taking his eyes off the action Shane reached for his oversized mug of ale, only to remember there was nothing on that side on that with. Shane grumbled and turned to grab the mug with the one arm he still had and was about to start complaining but got drawn back into the fight once he realized the squid-boy’s gun at stopped working and the pirates he’d been shooting at were quickly swarming back in. “Oooohh what’cha gonna do now boy-o?”