Post by Roin on May 1, 2015 15:30:02 GMT -5
Part of Legix wished this was all some bad dream... that he was still back in Lyneel growing squash and working on ships. But as the bullets skipped along rooftops as the Marines pursued the trio, that wish was nothing more than some child's desire. The woman from before had even seemed to remind the shipwright that the situation was so bad that he had been tied at the hip to these pirates... and part of Legix wanted to desperately yell back that it wasn't the case... however, the singer's new voice cut through the air without even looking toward them.
"I mi~ght be stuck, but I~ don't pla~n to lose! If I~ gotta follo~w you lunati~cs, then I'm gonna do i~t by your side!"
The comment was out of place, specifically in the sense that Legix wasn't in these people's leagues. Until a short while ago, the man hadn't even considered facing people down in a life-or-death situation... yet these Marines were shooting at him and their bullets were real enough that they clipped the stone edging of the rooftops. As they passed along one of the roof-gaps, Legix's face darkened just slightly. All of this wasn't their fault, however... it had been his own. Izlanda wouldn't be too happy to find out her brother was becoming a pirate in action and name. The fact he'd beat around those Marines made it clear that his path wasn't just some big mistake... it was one that had now become part of him.
And as they reached the end of the rooftops, the forest nearby, Mister Morre landed with a roll to negate the fall's force. Coming out of the roll, however, a stray shot cut through the panicked atmosphere... and as Legix had began to rise, the bullet ripped through his upper back and out the top of his shoulder. There was no yell in pain... it was too sudden a strike to give the man a chance for that. Instead, the singer winced and barely avoided biting his own tongue.
It didn't hit anything vital, I think... but damn if this isn't going to leave a sca-
As they reached the treeline, a second shot rang out... but this time the man wasn't as fortunate. The naginata crashed to the ground as Legix's luck made it seem as if this second shot had been a fatal one... but the man snapped out of the funk to recover the weapon. No wince was on his face... this shot had been enough to simply make the shipwright sick with pain. If not for the fact that the only thing he'd eaten recently was the Devil Fruit, it was certain that he'd have been vomiting.
By the time they were reaching the clearing, the shots had taken their toll. Hiding the wounds mid-run to ensure their pace wasn't slowed, Legix's shirt was bloodied near the shoulder and the right, lower torso. Unlike the duo who had no doubt made it unscathed... the singing shipwright collapsed to his hands and knees just short of being "in the group" with Force and the duo. One of the hands moved from the ground to cover the shot on his hip, cursing under his breath before crawling the rest of the distance.
"S-Sorry fo~r not being stro~ng like you guy~s... seems I got hi~t just a little..."
Making it at least ensured they could face these Marines... but the shipwright had run up and down this island at this point... and Legix was tired and hurt enough after two shots that the man could hardly keep balanced. Regardless, the man shakily got back to his feet, one hand quietly angling and planting the naginata to keep standing. But the man didn't seem to wait for treatment... instead Legix pulled at the bloodied shirt and tugged hard, the bloodied and damaged shirt ripping away easily enough. The man could no doubt find a new one after they had got off the island... but at the moment it made treatment impossible. Turning toward Force, Legix could only narrow his eyes at the Fishman.
"You~ helped the~se two... stop my bullet wou~nds from blee~ding. I~ have to help... no matter wha~t."
While the wounds would be visible with the destroyed shirt... it had revealed something that seemed very out of place for the once-properly dressed and uptight shipwright. A large skull-shaped first birthmark, the detail to it almost otherworldly, was clear as day on the man's right chest. It was roughly two or three inches wide and tall, but the strange thing wasn't the mark alone... but that it was no brand. It was a natural mark, just from the shading of it. Regardless of if the Fishman decided to help him out, however... the strange-marked shipwright closed his eyes before speaking clear enough to be heard by the small group.
"I wo~n't slow you guys do~wn... but if we~ want off this island... then why~ not beat these Ma~rines... and steal a shi~p from the port?"
"I mi~ght be stuck, but I~ don't pla~n to lose! If I~ gotta follo~w you lunati~cs, then I'm gonna do i~t by your side!"
The comment was out of place, specifically in the sense that Legix wasn't in these people's leagues. Until a short while ago, the man hadn't even considered facing people down in a life-or-death situation... yet these Marines were shooting at him and their bullets were real enough that they clipped the stone edging of the rooftops. As they passed along one of the roof-gaps, Legix's face darkened just slightly. All of this wasn't their fault, however... it had been his own. Izlanda wouldn't be too happy to find out her brother was becoming a pirate in action and name. The fact he'd beat around those Marines made it clear that his path wasn't just some big mistake... it was one that had now become part of him.
And as they reached the end of the rooftops, the forest nearby, Mister Morre landed with a roll to negate the fall's force. Coming out of the roll, however, a stray shot cut through the panicked atmosphere... and as Legix had began to rise, the bullet ripped through his upper back and out the top of his shoulder. There was no yell in pain... it was too sudden a strike to give the man a chance for that. Instead, the singer winced and barely avoided biting his own tongue.
It didn't hit anything vital, I think... but damn if this isn't going to leave a sca-
As they reached the treeline, a second shot rang out... but this time the man wasn't as fortunate. The naginata crashed to the ground as Legix's luck made it seem as if this second shot had been a fatal one... but the man snapped out of the funk to recover the weapon. No wince was on his face... this shot had been enough to simply make the shipwright sick with pain. If not for the fact that the only thing he'd eaten recently was the Devil Fruit, it was certain that he'd have been vomiting.
By the time they were reaching the clearing, the shots had taken their toll. Hiding the wounds mid-run to ensure their pace wasn't slowed, Legix's shirt was bloodied near the shoulder and the right, lower torso. Unlike the duo who had no doubt made it unscathed... the singing shipwright collapsed to his hands and knees just short of being "in the group" with Force and the duo. One of the hands moved from the ground to cover the shot on his hip, cursing under his breath before crawling the rest of the distance.
"S-Sorry fo~r not being stro~ng like you guy~s... seems I got hi~t just a little..."
Making it at least ensured they could face these Marines... but the shipwright had run up and down this island at this point... and Legix was tired and hurt enough after two shots that the man could hardly keep balanced. Regardless, the man shakily got back to his feet, one hand quietly angling and planting the naginata to keep standing. But the man didn't seem to wait for treatment... instead Legix pulled at the bloodied shirt and tugged hard, the bloodied and damaged shirt ripping away easily enough. The man could no doubt find a new one after they had got off the island... but at the moment it made treatment impossible. Turning toward Force, Legix could only narrow his eyes at the Fishman.
"You~ helped the~se two... stop my bullet wou~nds from blee~ding. I~ have to help... no matter wha~t."
While the wounds would be visible with the destroyed shirt... it had revealed something that seemed very out of place for the once-properly dressed and uptight shipwright. A large skull-shaped first birthmark, the detail to it almost otherworldly, was clear as day on the man's right chest. It was roughly two or three inches wide and tall, but the strange thing wasn't the mark alone... but that it was no brand. It was a natural mark, just from the shading of it. Regardless of if the Fishman decided to help him out, however... the strange-marked shipwright closed his eyes before speaking clear enough to be heard by the small group.
"I wo~n't slow you guys do~wn... but if we~ want off this island... then why~ not beat these Ma~rines... and steal a shi~p from the port?"