Post by Terminally Chill on Aug 12, 2015 23:25:28 GMT -5
“Go down already, you goddamn shiny bastard!”
Garands unleashed a bestial growl, brandishing battle-tested fists and a hot-coal death glare. The combatants gathered their own share of the furious feedback loop endlessly storming between them to lash out yet again with the same fruitless tactics. In contrast to the epic clash was the fiery acrobat forced unwillingly between the teenage gladiators. Aman, the man who was seriously on fire like all of the time, was screaming in terror because someone else's fire managed was in his face. Unable to recover from Bailey's dazzling ode to unoriginality, the Deglado fire master's eyes widened as he caught size of Garands approaching in an ungodly fervor. A shiny bastard was going down alright. Oh yeah.
“OOORRRAAAAHDAHDAHDAHDAAAAAAH~!!”
The barbarically ridiculous battle cry was accompanied by a flurry of furious fists, engulfing Aman as the berserker's bloodthirsty knuckles ruthlessly slamming into nearly every square inch of the acrobat's upper body without discrimination against any area. Garands' savage salvo was only one hellish half of the breakneck beatdown. The steadfast sentinel on Aman's opposite side acted as a a wall unforgiving steel to ensure the futility of escape. The fire performer's ragdoll body bounced brutally from the barrier with each strike, a haunting metallic hum slowly growing to contrast the animalistic racket of Garands' repeated roars. The unyielding Adamant only offered a cold and merciless embrace, an embrace Aman was constantly forced to return to as the explosive punches pounded him into Arcis' great shield. The tandem assault ceased only for a split second, the acrobat's teetering body suspended in the air through no will of his own. Garands cocked his arm backward, a single hammer sprouting to life to ready a final bullet-force blow. At the same time, the Arcis' barrier split into two separate parts once again, the noble tank preparing his own punctuating attack.“MAGNUM FIST!”
“Iron. Straight.”
Any shred connecting Aman to the land of the conscious was extinguished in an instant as the epic clash between grandiose gunshot and humming howl met on both sides of the master fire performer's freaking face. Aman let out one final sputtering cough laced with blood, a teary trail flowing from his blank eyes as he collapsed to the deck with a dull thud. Garands and Arcis paid no heed to the momentary obstacle, eyes locked as though they hadn't even noticed the formidable foe collapsed on the war-torn deck. Actually, they hadn't noticed him at all. The blue-haired berserker drew in ragged breaths, the grueling stalemate no closer to breaking between the two men. A momentary lapse in violence was given as a baritone voice spoke up from the flame master's unconscious body.
“Aman. What is your status?”
“Eeehh...?” Garands diverted his fiery glare to Aman's brutalized body, raising a puzzled eyebrow. “Who the hell is this guy now?!”
“Have you secured our future employees? And what of the Ringling?” came the familiar, thunderous voice again.
“Whoever you are, why the hell don't you move your mouth when you talk?! Answer me, you no-mouth-moving bastard!” Garands was crouched down, screaming into Aman's unresponsive face, the loud-mouth punk's thick skull untouched by the clear fact the voice did not belong to the fire master.
“Aman, this is Liger speaking. Respond immediately.”
“Oh shit, Liger!” Garands grasped at his spiky hair in frustration, a moment of panic gripping him as he realized the man he needed to defeat to retain the Pirate King Championship belt strapped around his waist was long gone. The deadlock struggle with Arcis was suddenly an afterthought as Garands' one-track mind changed gears to his strange obsession in utterly destroying a man who had not done him any harm. Err wait, that's kind of everyone, huh...? His strange obsession in utterly destroying Liger. “Son of a bitch, Ass Guard and that one fiery dumbass totally held me up! Where'd that guy go anyway?!” The magnum man couldn't waste any time in searching for the “fiery dumbass” that was actually lying directly beneath him, catching sight of a small snail transponder knocked loose in the midst of Aman's ass-kicking. Garands snatched the Den Den Mushi from the burning deck and began frantically yelling into the poor creature's face.
“Oi oi, Liger! Where the hell'd you run off to?!” The Den Den Mushi stood fearless in the face of the unnecessary shouting, delivering the enraged words to Liger on the other end of the line. “Come back 'n fight me like man!”
“Hmmm...? You are not Aman. Who am I speaking to?”
“I already told you, bastard!” Garands' eyes narrowed beneath his blade-like shades, pride clearly damaged by the legitimate question. It wasn't like you remembered someone's voice right away, right? Plus Liger was clearing expecting to speak to Aman, so double confusion right there. “I'm Magnum Garands, the godDA–”
“Ah, yes, yes. The child with the noisy Devil Fruit powers.” Liger's calculating and deep tone did not flinch in his scathing insult. “Nevermind your silly title. I take it Aman has been defeated?”
“I-I...” In a momentously rare occasion, the self-proclaimed Pirate King was at a loss for words as his usual grand spiel was cut down with Liger's concisely cold intellect. “Tch, whatever. Ya mean this moron in the flower shirt? Yeah, he's down. Couldn't tell ya what happened though. Let's talk about you though. Tell me where you are so I can punch a hole in your face.”
“My associates and I still remain at the Grand Floating Festival's western dock, though we shall be departing shortly. We have important business to attend to.”
“EEEEEEHH?!” Garands let out an incredulous grunt, holding the snail transponder even closer to his reddened face. “It took you all of this time just to walk there?!”
“I left ample room in my schedule for a victorious exit. After all, I see no need in rushing to depart without the presence of any real threat to delay us.” Garands seethed in rage as Liger Delgado uttered each condescending syllable. “No matter. Despite the futile resistant perpetuated by you, the Barnum girl, and the Ilusian, the outcome remains the same. You are outnumbered and stranded at sea. I am dissapointed Aman failed to prove his worth, but our plan shall succeed unhindered. Goodbye, noisy child. We shall never speak again.” The Den Den Mushi's returned to its slumber as the call disconnected, leaving Garands stunned in another uncharacteristic bout of silence.
“... I'm gonna make that asshole pay for usin' big words I don't understand!” he growled in rage, dropping the sleeping snail onto Aman's bare chest and shooting up to a stand. While Garands' determination was in perfect health, his body was crying out for reprieve. Pain surged through his physique like electricity as he attempted to summon the pair of hammers needed to burst forth at bullet speed in pursuit of Liger and the Delgado siblings. The ship was not the only one feeling the harrowing weight of the insane conflict. “C'mon you Ban Ban no Bastard...” the tattooed terror heaved out between gasps, going as far as to blame his own Devil Fruit powers instead of accepting his limitations.
“Oi oi, you two are the whole reason Liger is gonna escape!” Garands pointed an accusing finger at Bailey and Arcis, snarling as he limped toward them. “One of ya better figure out a way to get me to that dock before he gets away for good. I'm finishin' this goddamn TITLE FIGHT!”