Post by Buddy1 on Jul 17, 2014 22:12:37 GMT -5
Shiomaru and Vanos narrowly avoided spear strikes from the pelt-covered warrior along with explosives. The large burly man, in spite of his size, seemingly flew through the air as he attacked. With seemingly endless stamina and apparently endless confidence he assaulted the pirate fishmen. He delighted in seeing his prey struggle. For now, Shiomaru chose to restrict himself to fighting inside the ring, but was sorely tempted to leave it. As large as this ring Boris created was, the sharkman always wanted more space. Besides, Shiomaru's attention was still partly grasped by that giant bird. Truth be told, he would rather skip to the fight with that giant beast, but a warrior like Boris was impossible to ignore.
Outside the ring, Kū sat amongst the pirates Boris had skewered, hoping to comfort them in spite of their injuries. He assured these bleeding men that upon joining the Gruff Pirates, that he'd do everything in his power to prevent them from being hurt again. He also assured them that this pain was a passing thing, and that when they "healed and grew into men" that they would become truly strong. He need motioned for his crew mates to drag the hostage bartender here, and serve drinks to everyone. They'd watch this fight, at least until the stubborn Boris would let him help. With a mug under his nose, he eyed the battle looking for an opportunity to jump in.
"Why has everyone forgotten me? This is...unthinkable!" From behind Kū, a pink-clad man with a bulging upper body and made his way through the crowd of pirates. With him he carried another massive hunk of debris, and smashed it unto the drinking pirate. Captain Gaspar was aloofly growing furious.
"You talk slow. I wonder why, but the feeling passes! Ha!" With one arm, the brawny pirate swung his giant hammer and shattered the debris around him. Wood chips fell into his drink. He noticed, immediately let it go, and with a shrug of his shoulders drank anyway. Then with another swing, he struck the pirate captain in the chest. Nearby pirates flinched and ducked out of the way, only to be struck in awe as the pirate captain still stood in spite of the power of that hammer's strike. Gritting his teeth, clearly in pain, and flexing his chest as hard as he could, he still stood.
"Fool! You must have heard nothing about...me! These muscles of mine have won awards all over the world . Honestly...someone scarred and dirty as you can't compare. Analad! Show them my trophies." In spite of the massive bruise forming on his right pectoral, the vain pirate captain still posed in a front lat spread. A few feet away, his crew lied in awe. To them this was Captain Gaspar at his greatest. A short time ago, after winning another bodybuilding competition, the idea of forming a pirate crew and traveling the world entered his head. Without a further thought he acted on it, and made his admirers his own crew. In the distance, a shrill desperate voice could be heard. It was accompanied by the sound of scratching metal. At the entrance, a lanky man in a full body cotton suit, as well as a cast covering his lower body, crawled on the ground. He carried with him several dozen trophies for bodybuilding.
"Captain! You forgot about me again! Damn it, you gotta remember I broke my legs!" The broken man screamed into the arena, ignored by the mob and left to his own devices. He wasn't in the thoughts of Captain Gaspar at this time. His mind was always on what was focused on his goal and his perception of the world. Right now he had to prove to everyone that he was as great as he claimed. He jumped into the air and kicked at Kū, completely neglecting to aim and overshooting it completely. Then he launched another kick, smacking Kū in the face with his thigh. The hammer-wielding pirate didn't budge in the face of this soft attack. Instead, he pondered his next move.
"Curious. You are like a fly I can't swat away, ya? Maybe I need more drink! Oi!" Kū called for the bartender again. In the same breath, he threw he debris filled mug to the ground. He demanded a shorter, scarred janitor clean it up--spitting on the broken mug with his next breath. Amongst the crowd of pirates, the man known as Verdadero had hidden himself. With his call, Shiomaru had noticed that his recent ally was missing.
"Hey! Weird janitor, what are you doing there! Fight with us!" The young navigator was confused. Earlier this man was reveling in destruction. Why was he suddenly sitting in a crowd, shaking with fear? His thoughts were interrupted by a revving engine. A small mob of pirates were run down by a bicycle enhanced with an array of crude steel motors. Brandy, hidden away, noticed the machine and it's pilot. A young, curvaceous woman with sleek raven hair and ruby-red lips sat upon the rocket-powered cycle. She was donned in a tight leather aviator suit, accompanied by thick black goggles. She pulled them away, revealing her gorgeous emerald eyes.
"Yo shorty! I got your stuff!" She called to someone in the crowd. Receiving no response, she pointed to who she was calling--the scarred janitor. Many people, including Brandy, Kū, Boris, and Gaspar were baffled. This person came out of nowhere.
"Oh, I didn't say? That's my girlfriend, Abriannananananana. She lives in the forest around here." The scarred janitor stood back up. The young lady stood on her long legs, and threw a large yellow bag at the janitor. Effortlessly he caught it, while she corrected him. "Abrianna" was her name.
"You? Really? You? I wouldn't have guessed." The red-headed mermaid stopped tinkering with her new gun. This was the strangest thing she had heard all day. Kū was agape, spilling drink out of his mouth. Gaspar smirked and scoffed, pushing his hair out of the way while seductively gazing at the new lady. He was ignored. Meanwhile, the endlessly attacking Boris fell on his face.
"Seriously, isn't that the guy who's always cleaning up puke? The world's gone crazy!" Kū and Boris knew of Verdadero, at least by appearance. He was the kind of man they had seen countless times but never noticed. They never looked at him, talked to him, or interacted with him, but now that he suddenly stood up his appearance was unmistakable. Now he held a yellow, dingy backpack into the air.
"Watch how I fight, pirates! This backpack has all of my greatest weapons. It holds the power to hold any item in the world--as long as it fits into a space of 5 square feet!" Then, the janitor pulled from that bag a mop with a 6 foot wooden pole. He started mercilessly smacking away any pirate that stood in his way. Moving with the speed of the wind, he smashed the mop end of his weapon into the face of anyone nearby.
"Yes...I've been ignored long enough." Spurred by the strange man's sudden will to fight, he made a rash move. He sunk his hands into the ground, and lifted. With incredible strength, he pulled the ground beneath the fighting pirates, warping the ground into an uneven lumpy mess. Shiomaru was wowed by everything that just transpired--this battle was escalating with every moment! A shoot rang out. Sporting a long .44 Magnum, Abrianna shot a pirate out of the way of her bike and revved the engine again. She assured the crowd that despite how weird her "shorty" was, he'd be fine no matter what happened. Then she drove away, escaping into the distance.
"Hey! Where's that lady going!?" Shiomaru was surprised. This new character interested him greatly, but she came and left without giving a chance to learn anything about her. He had so many questions!
"Eh, she does that a lot. Sorry, she's probably not going to come back for the rest of the day!" The man known as Vendadero or "Shorty" answered Shiomaru while he fought, and this answer destroyed the young pirate's expectations. He fell on his back again, inches from the edge of the ring, the wind knocked out of him by sheer disappointment. Looking up, he was greeted by Captain Gaspar lifting a hunk of earth over shoulders.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you!" With revenge in mind, Gaspar smashed that earth unto the blue sharkman, only for his target to escape. Within seconds, Shiomaru jumped back up, leapt away only to run back into the weightlifter's stomach. With ruthless efficiency, a chambered punch sunk into the stomach of Captain Gaspar. This time, the pirate captain doubled over in agony. His crew lied on the ground, in agony, in awe, and in terror. Gaspar didn't understand, and asked the smaller pirate bluntly "how."
"Well, you're a bodybuilder right? I competed in over 105 of those on Karate Island!" Shiomaru was being completely honest, but forgot to mention that he was ten years old at the time. Back then, he was unable to compete with the sheer size of those men, but he still learned a few tricks. One was a technique called "cutting," a routine of strategic starvation for reduce fat while maintaining muscle. Knowing this, the short blue sharkman guessed that this seemingly invincible man was weak in his skinny stomach.
"Everyone knows real strongmen have big guts!" As he spoke, he held out his stomach as far as possible, but truth be told Shiomaru had a slender stomach himself. His hyperactive workout routine and diet of fish, fruits, and anything he could find in nature left him without body fat no matter how much he ate.
"Ha...I underestimated...you! I guess in the end, the one thing I couldn't lift was...your heart!" Gaspar scoffed, the wind knocked out of him. He was unable to get back up.
"You're damn righ...wait what?" As Shiomaru tried to decipher what he just heard, Kū closed in. With one arm he picked up the downed pirate captain, and with a mighty swing cracked the handle of his hammer against Gaspar's stomach. Flying through the air like a rag doll, the silk-and-leather clad man kept ascending until he crashed into the highest thing in the sky--the wing of the giant bird Roc. His lifeless body smacked against that wing, then into the nearest remaining part of the roof of this building. His body cracked against wood, then slicked back to the ground. His crew helplessly looked on.
"Haha! I finally defeated that fly!" Kū raised his arm, demanding praise from the crew. The reaction was mixed with horror and panic, which drowned out the cries of a shorter blue fishman who shouted and hopped trying to gain attention. Only by seeing him out of the corner of his eye, did Kū notice Blue Shiomaru. He demanded that he defeated Gaspar, and that this "hammer guy" as he called him stolen the victory. Kū scoffed, and uproariously scoffed again. He had already forgotten that he learned of Gaspar's weakness thanks to Shiomaru.
"Hey, don't steal my credit--I don't have nearly enough of that! You bearded idiot!" Shiomaru was furious. He was already prepared to fight the Gaspar pirates, but now things were getting personal! He pulled Kū towards him by his beard, and punched him in the face. The crowd of watching pirates panicked as the body of the hammer wielding warrior flew towards them. Their screams of terror were accompanied by the laughter of Boris, who had sat on the ground and watched.
Outside the ring, Kū sat amongst the pirates Boris had skewered, hoping to comfort them in spite of their injuries. He assured these bleeding men that upon joining the Gruff Pirates, that he'd do everything in his power to prevent them from being hurt again. He also assured them that this pain was a passing thing, and that when they "healed and grew into men" that they would become truly strong. He need motioned for his crew mates to drag the hostage bartender here, and serve drinks to everyone. They'd watch this fight, at least until the stubborn Boris would let him help. With a mug under his nose, he eyed the battle looking for an opportunity to jump in.
"Why has everyone forgotten me? This is...unthinkable!" From behind Kū, a pink-clad man with a bulging upper body and made his way through the crowd of pirates. With him he carried another massive hunk of debris, and smashed it unto the drinking pirate. Captain Gaspar was aloofly growing furious.
"You talk slow. I wonder why, but the feeling passes! Ha!" With one arm, the brawny pirate swung his giant hammer and shattered the debris around him. Wood chips fell into his drink. He noticed, immediately let it go, and with a shrug of his shoulders drank anyway. Then with another swing, he struck the pirate captain in the chest. Nearby pirates flinched and ducked out of the way, only to be struck in awe as the pirate captain still stood in spite of the power of that hammer's strike. Gritting his teeth, clearly in pain, and flexing his chest as hard as he could, he still stood.
"Fool! You must have heard nothing about...me! These muscles of mine have won awards all over the world . Honestly...someone scarred and dirty as you can't compare. Analad! Show them my trophies." In spite of the massive bruise forming on his right pectoral, the vain pirate captain still posed in a front lat spread. A few feet away, his crew lied in awe. To them this was Captain Gaspar at his greatest. A short time ago, after winning another bodybuilding competition, the idea of forming a pirate crew and traveling the world entered his head. Without a further thought he acted on it, and made his admirers his own crew. In the distance, a shrill desperate voice could be heard. It was accompanied by the sound of scratching metal. At the entrance, a lanky man in a full body cotton suit, as well as a cast covering his lower body, crawled on the ground. He carried with him several dozen trophies for bodybuilding.
"Captain! You forgot about me again! Damn it, you gotta remember I broke my legs!" The broken man screamed into the arena, ignored by the mob and left to his own devices. He wasn't in the thoughts of Captain Gaspar at this time. His mind was always on what was focused on his goal and his perception of the world. Right now he had to prove to everyone that he was as great as he claimed. He jumped into the air and kicked at Kū, completely neglecting to aim and overshooting it completely. Then he launched another kick, smacking Kū in the face with his thigh. The hammer-wielding pirate didn't budge in the face of this soft attack. Instead, he pondered his next move.
"Curious. You are like a fly I can't swat away, ya? Maybe I need more drink! Oi!" Kū called for the bartender again. In the same breath, he threw he debris filled mug to the ground. He demanded a shorter, scarred janitor clean it up--spitting on the broken mug with his next breath. Amongst the crowd of pirates, the man known as Verdadero had hidden himself. With his call, Shiomaru had noticed that his recent ally was missing.
"Hey! Weird janitor, what are you doing there! Fight with us!" The young navigator was confused. Earlier this man was reveling in destruction. Why was he suddenly sitting in a crowd, shaking with fear? His thoughts were interrupted by a revving engine. A small mob of pirates were run down by a bicycle enhanced with an array of crude steel motors. Brandy, hidden away, noticed the machine and it's pilot. A young, curvaceous woman with sleek raven hair and ruby-red lips sat upon the rocket-powered cycle. She was donned in a tight leather aviator suit, accompanied by thick black goggles. She pulled them away, revealing her gorgeous emerald eyes.
"Yo shorty! I got your stuff!" She called to someone in the crowd. Receiving no response, she pointed to who she was calling--the scarred janitor. Many people, including Brandy, Kū, Boris, and Gaspar were baffled. This person came out of nowhere.
"Oh, I didn't say? That's my girlfriend, Abriannananananana. She lives in the forest around here." The scarred janitor stood back up. The young lady stood on her long legs, and threw a large yellow bag at the janitor. Effortlessly he caught it, while she corrected him. "Abrianna" was her name.
"You? Really? You? I wouldn't have guessed." The red-headed mermaid stopped tinkering with her new gun. This was the strangest thing she had heard all day. Kū was agape, spilling drink out of his mouth. Gaspar smirked and scoffed, pushing his hair out of the way while seductively gazing at the new lady. He was ignored. Meanwhile, the endlessly attacking Boris fell on his face.
"Seriously, isn't that the guy who's always cleaning up puke? The world's gone crazy!" Kū and Boris knew of Verdadero, at least by appearance. He was the kind of man they had seen countless times but never noticed. They never looked at him, talked to him, or interacted with him, but now that he suddenly stood up his appearance was unmistakable. Now he held a yellow, dingy backpack into the air.
"Watch how I fight, pirates! This backpack has all of my greatest weapons. It holds the power to hold any item in the world--as long as it fits into a space of 5 square feet!" Then, the janitor pulled from that bag a mop with a 6 foot wooden pole. He started mercilessly smacking away any pirate that stood in his way. Moving with the speed of the wind, he smashed the mop end of his weapon into the face of anyone nearby.
"Yes...I've been ignored long enough." Spurred by the strange man's sudden will to fight, he made a rash move. He sunk his hands into the ground, and lifted. With incredible strength, he pulled the ground beneath the fighting pirates, warping the ground into an uneven lumpy mess. Shiomaru was wowed by everything that just transpired--this battle was escalating with every moment! A shoot rang out. Sporting a long .44 Magnum, Abrianna shot a pirate out of the way of her bike and revved the engine again. She assured the crowd that despite how weird her "shorty" was, he'd be fine no matter what happened. Then she drove away, escaping into the distance.
"Hey! Where's that lady going!?" Shiomaru was surprised. This new character interested him greatly, but she came and left without giving a chance to learn anything about her. He had so many questions!
"Eh, she does that a lot. Sorry, she's probably not going to come back for the rest of the day!" The man known as Vendadero or "Shorty" answered Shiomaru while he fought, and this answer destroyed the young pirate's expectations. He fell on his back again, inches from the edge of the ring, the wind knocked out of him by sheer disappointment. Looking up, he was greeted by Captain Gaspar lifting a hunk of earth over shoulders.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you!" With revenge in mind, Gaspar smashed that earth unto the blue sharkman, only for his target to escape. Within seconds, Shiomaru jumped back up, leapt away only to run back into the weightlifter's stomach. With ruthless efficiency, a chambered punch sunk into the stomach of Captain Gaspar. This time, the pirate captain doubled over in agony. His crew lied on the ground, in agony, in awe, and in terror. Gaspar didn't understand, and asked the smaller pirate bluntly "how."
"Well, you're a bodybuilder right? I competed in over 105 of those on Karate Island!" Shiomaru was being completely honest, but forgot to mention that he was ten years old at the time. Back then, he was unable to compete with the sheer size of those men, but he still learned a few tricks. One was a technique called "cutting," a routine of strategic starvation for reduce fat while maintaining muscle. Knowing this, the short blue sharkman guessed that this seemingly invincible man was weak in his skinny stomach.
"Everyone knows real strongmen have big guts!" As he spoke, he held out his stomach as far as possible, but truth be told Shiomaru had a slender stomach himself. His hyperactive workout routine and diet of fish, fruits, and anything he could find in nature left him without body fat no matter how much he ate.
"Ha...I underestimated...you! I guess in the end, the one thing I couldn't lift was...your heart!" Gaspar scoffed, the wind knocked out of him. He was unable to get back up.
"You're damn righ...wait what?" As Shiomaru tried to decipher what he just heard, Kū closed in. With one arm he picked up the downed pirate captain, and with a mighty swing cracked the handle of his hammer against Gaspar's stomach. Flying through the air like a rag doll, the silk-and-leather clad man kept ascending until he crashed into the highest thing in the sky--the wing of the giant bird Roc. His lifeless body smacked against that wing, then into the nearest remaining part of the roof of this building. His body cracked against wood, then slicked back to the ground. His crew helplessly looked on.
"Haha! I finally defeated that fly!" Kū raised his arm, demanding praise from the crew. The reaction was mixed with horror and panic, which drowned out the cries of a shorter blue fishman who shouted and hopped trying to gain attention. Only by seeing him out of the corner of his eye, did Kū notice Blue Shiomaru. He demanded that he defeated Gaspar, and that this "hammer guy" as he called him stolen the victory. Kū scoffed, and uproariously scoffed again. He had already forgotten that he learned of Gaspar's weakness thanks to Shiomaru.
"Hey, don't steal my credit--I don't have nearly enough of that! You bearded idiot!" Shiomaru was furious. He was already prepared to fight the Gaspar pirates, but now things were getting personal! He pulled Kū towards him by his beard, and punched him in the face. The crowd of watching pirates panicked as the body of the hammer wielding warrior flew towards them. Their screams of terror were accompanied by the laughter of Boris, who had sat on the ground and watched.