Post by Buddy1 on Mar 5, 2015 0:30:48 GMT -5
“Is this a coliseum battle?!” After the deck was cleared, the pirate navigator could feel that the mood change. Suddenly he was facing off with one opponent, while the recently airborne Berk was doing the same with this strange wig-clad brawler. He wondered what was going on, but regardless he hoped his assumption was true. This day was taking a turn for the better, and it was already fun! He always wanted to fight in a coliseum, like the legendary gladiators from his mentor Sama's stories. The cut on his lip was long forgotten—just a small mark on a bright, shining face.
Icarus was distraught and distracted. The Queen, again, made a move that was uncomfortable, though he’d never outwardly disagree with her. He wanted the crowd here to see his victory, and preferred to be far away from Marquess at all times. Worse yet, a bigger enemy was here. Suddenly beating down this blue fishman seemed much less impressive. He asked Shiomaru if the giant sharkman was the captain of his pirate crew. Unwittingly he answered yes, and with that Icarus formed a hasty plan to save face. He’d make everyone forget about his last few failed attacks by defeating the bigger fishman, then ignoring the blue one altogether. He dashed at Berk, but wouldn’t get far.
“Hey! I’m your opponent!” Shiomaru cut in front of Icarus and kicked him across the abdomen, knocking him into the deck. Frustrated, the dark-suited soldier leapt at him again, lifting his arm in a wide arc—leaving his stomach wide open. The blue sharkman punched his undefended solar plexus. His opponent now lied on the ground, gripping his stomach in agony, breathing in many strained breaths.
“I don’t get this! Everyone I’ve fought before would be begging for mercy by now! How are you doing this?” Icarus reflected on his past battles. No one could had every hurt him with a mere punch, at least not since he was a child. Every time his enemy would be crushed decisively, then presented as a trophy for the Queen. She’d never seem to be outwardly impressed, but he was certain it was an act. Now was the first time in a long time he had ever been so hurt. His pride was wounded.
“You really ought to be more careful.” Shiomaru meanwhile, stared on in worry. This man was a strange opponent. He charged recklessly, took every attack, and still remained brash. He could relate to staying confident in the face of overwhelming odds, but it seemed like this man’s focus wasn’t on the battle. He could sense frustration, but couldn’t understand its source. He watched, waiting for the next move. Icarus, in spite of his heavy breathes, vaulted off the ground again, and Shiomaru couldn’t counter in time. The two locked hands, and Icarus tried to force Shiomaru against the deck.
“You think your attacks hurt me? You don’t get it! You’re only chipping away at a mountain!” Icarus was strong, despite Shiomaru's best efforts he was being forced back. Behind that mask, his enemy glared at him with hate filled eyes. Groans of pain echoed from behind white ivory. Though he tried to hide it, Shiomaru could see that he was fighting through his pain.
“Hey…why are you wearing that suit anyway? You’re a weird guy!!” The confused navigator’s sudden question forced Icarus to flinch, and that made his assailant relent for just a second. He’d take that second to attack. He dropped to his back, still holding hands, while lifting his opponent with his legs. The masked man was flipped into the air and onto the ground.
“It’s part of my other brilliant plan! One day I’m going to be a legend! But I don’t want just any legend, I want it to be perfect! So this suit, it makes it so no one can recognize me! That way, years down the line whenever someone mentions my embarrassing growing phase, I can deny it! ‘That wasn’t me, it was some other guy,’ is what I’ll say!” The suit-clad man gained a sudden surge of strength when given a chance to brag. He lifted himself back up, as though he hadn't been attacked several times in the last minute. He explained his plan with gusto, only to wince and hold his suffering solar plexus when he finished. Shiomaru, as he often did, asked the first most obvious question on his mind. He asked, since Icarus’ idea was to protect his identity, if “Icarus” was his real name. After all, it’d only make sense for him to disguise his name too.
“Of course it’s my real name idiot! Why wouldn’t I want to spread my good name?!” Silence reigned on the deck. The sea even seemed to calm when he shouted his answer. The armada of the Queen’s fleet began to circle that ship. Sitting tall, on top of her flagship was Olimpia herself—seemingly in the perfect spot to hear Icarus’ outburst.
“That…doesn’t quite make sense.” An entrapped Gaspar shared his opinion. Stuck in the closest possible seat, he had until now watched the entire fight. He sat there, struggling to escape every few seconds before giving up. He was certain he couldn’t free himself, but couldn’t accept that he wasn’t strong enough escape his chains.
“ICARUS!” The suited man growled and grunted, grimacing through furious embarrassment. Shiomaru could almost swear he saw his white mask blush. Stranger still, was the giant grey battle pigeon plummeting down from the sky. Calling its name out loud was the signal for her to arrive to help him. Still angry, she slammed the suited man into the ground with his claws, then allowed her master to climb onto her back. Then, signaled by his pointing, the bird flew towards the lost Rūkahu Whiro spear. Grabbing his weapon, they flew into the sky.
“Hey! Are you leaving now? What the hell! Get back here and fight me!” Suddenly Shiomaru was alone. He waved into the sky, frustrated and annoyed that his opponent was suddenly leaving him. His answer was more bragging. Icarus taunted, claiming that if he couldn’t reach him, then he obviously wasn’t on his level. He nonchalantly lied on the back of that razor beaked pigeon, waving for his grounded opponent to come to him. While the sharkman couldn’t have guessed this, his opponent wanted to make him feel frustrated and helpless before defeating him. His every action was made in the name of looking good.
“Icarus! I’m giving you an order! Don’t you dare fly outside of this area!” The leader of this fleet made a loud declaration, and every soldier turned to her. She pointed to those chains, motioning that Icarus couldn’t fly past them. Icarus slipped off his seat when she spoke, only to climb back up within second. He too, loudly declared that following that he’d easily do what she said. He circled the ship, waiting for a chance to strike. Although it didn’t work before, he was certain he could kill this sharkman with one well-placed stab of his spear.
Icarus was distraught and distracted. The Queen, again, made a move that was uncomfortable, though he’d never outwardly disagree with her. He wanted the crowd here to see his victory, and preferred to be far away from Marquess at all times. Worse yet, a bigger enemy was here. Suddenly beating down this blue fishman seemed much less impressive. He asked Shiomaru if the giant sharkman was the captain of his pirate crew. Unwittingly he answered yes, and with that Icarus formed a hasty plan to save face. He’d make everyone forget about his last few failed attacks by defeating the bigger fishman, then ignoring the blue one altogether. He dashed at Berk, but wouldn’t get far.
“Hey! I’m your opponent!” Shiomaru cut in front of Icarus and kicked him across the abdomen, knocking him into the deck. Frustrated, the dark-suited soldier leapt at him again, lifting his arm in a wide arc—leaving his stomach wide open. The blue sharkman punched his undefended solar plexus. His opponent now lied on the ground, gripping his stomach in agony, breathing in many strained breaths.
“I don’t get this! Everyone I’ve fought before would be begging for mercy by now! How are you doing this?” Icarus reflected on his past battles. No one could had every hurt him with a mere punch, at least not since he was a child. Every time his enemy would be crushed decisively, then presented as a trophy for the Queen. She’d never seem to be outwardly impressed, but he was certain it was an act. Now was the first time in a long time he had ever been so hurt. His pride was wounded.
“You really ought to be more careful.” Shiomaru meanwhile, stared on in worry. This man was a strange opponent. He charged recklessly, took every attack, and still remained brash. He could relate to staying confident in the face of overwhelming odds, but it seemed like this man’s focus wasn’t on the battle. He could sense frustration, but couldn’t understand its source. He watched, waiting for the next move. Icarus, in spite of his heavy breathes, vaulted off the ground again, and Shiomaru couldn’t counter in time. The two locked hands, and Icarus tried to force Shiomaru against the deck.
“You think your attacks hurt me? You don’t get it! You’re only chipping away at a mountain!” Icarus was strong, despite Shiomaru's best efforts he was being forced back. Behind that mask, his enemy glared at him with hate filled eyes. Groans of pain echoed from behind white ivory. Though he tried to hide it, Shiomaru could see that he was fighting through his pain.
“Hey…why are you wearing that suit anyway? You’re a weird guy!!” The confused navigator’s sudden question forced Icarus to flinch, and that made his assailant relent for just a second. He’d take that second to attack. He dropped to his back, still holding hands, while lifting his opponent with his legs. The masked man was flipped into the air and onto the ground.
“It’s part of my other brilliant plan! One day I’m going to be a legend! But I don’t want just any legend, I want it to be perfect! So this suit, it makes it so no one can recognize me! That way, years down the line whenever someone mentions my embarrassing growing phase, I can deny it! ‘That wasn’t me, it was some other guy,’ is what I’ll say!” The suit-clad man gained a sudden surge of strength when given a chance to brag. He lifted himself back up, as though he hadn't been attacked several times in the last minute. He explained his plan with gusto, only to wince and hold his suffering solar plexus when he finished. Shiomaru, as he often did, asked the first most obvious question on his mind. He asked, since Icarus’ idea was to protect his identity, if “Icarus” was his real name. After all, it’d only make sense for him to disguise his name too.
“Of course it’s my real name idiot! Why wouldn’t I want to spread my good name?!” Silence reigned on the deck. The sea even seemed to calm when he shouted his answer. The armada of the Queen’s fleet began to circle that ship. Sitting tall, on top of her flagship was Olimpia herself—seemingly in the perfect spot to hear Icarus’ outburst.
“That…doesn’t quite make sense.” An entrapped Gaspar shared his opinion. Stuck in the closest possible seat, he had until now watched the entire fight. He sat there, struggling to escape every few seconds before giving up. He was certain he couldn’t free himself, but couldn’t accept that he wasn’t strong enough escape his chains.
“ICARUS!” The suited man growled and grunted, grimacing through furious embarrassment. Shiomaru could almost swear he saw his white mask blush. Stranger still, was the giant grey battle pigeon plummeting down from the sky. Calling its name out loud was the signal for her to arrive to help him. Still angry, she slammed the suited man into the ground with his claws, then allowed her master to climb onto her back. Then, signaled by his pointing, the bird flew towards the lost Rūkahu Whiro spear. Grabbing his weapon, they flew into the sky.
“Hey! Are you leaving now? What the hell! Get back here and fight me!” Suddenly Shiomaru was alone. He waved into the sky, frustrated and annoyed that his opponent was suddenly leaving him. His answer was more bragging. Icarus taunted, claiming that if he couldn’t reach him, then he obviously wasn’t on his level. He nonchalantly lied on the back of that razor beaked pigeon, waving for his grounded opponent to come to him. While the sharkman couldn’t have guessed this, his opponent wanted to make him feel frustrated and helpless before defeating him. His every action was made in the name of looking good.
“Icarus! I’m giving you an order! Don’t you dare fly outside of this area!” The leader of this fleet made a loud declaration, and every soldier turned to her. She pointed to those chains, motioning that Icarus couldn’t fly past them. Icarus slipped off his seat when she spoke, only to climb back up within second. He too, loudly declared that following that he’d easily do what she said. He circled the ship, waiting for a chance to strike. Although it didn’t work before, he was certain he could kill this sharkman with one well-placed stab of his spear.