Post by BlacKitten on Jan 14, 2016 12:05:59 GMT -5
Sorry number nineteen, but fighting doesn’t work like that. There are too many variables to consider for you to give an accurate percentage. The mere sight of that businessman’s attempt at a punch made him mentally chuckle at how much it paled in sharpness with the fighters he had been witnesses thus far. It could be said that there was a margin of error in everyone’s attacks for very few could execute an attack flawlessly. The more skilled ones would naturally possess smaller margin of errors, giving them sharp, swift, and powerful outcomes. By judging that margin of error, he can have a rough sense of one’s skill level in martial art.
The boy expected Scarlette to retaliate at this point, but he did not foresee the homunculus doing to attacking. At that range, he only thought what he would have done in the situation, but without having the power over a manifestation of blood soldiers, that girl simply had a far differently way of thinking than him. In comparison to the giant homunculus that attacked him a few days ago, he did not consider the power output of this inflated homunculus to be as impressive. However, this did demonstrate that there was more than one type of homunculi that could be ordered to attack. All of her regular ones had been nothing more than dead weight for the enemy. Number nineteen, you made your judgement too early. We have yet to see what that particular homunculus is truly capable of.
With that final attack, the end of the first preliminary round came to end. The victors were contestant number one Quattro and contestant number thirteen Scarlette. From the very start, his ally appeared to have had a rough start. The vibe felt as if she struggled through the whole event. One thing remained clear, her success was thanks to her cursed abilities and not her martial abilities. There was nothing wrong with that. He wasn’t even sure if the path of martial arts was even the right route for her. In the end, it would ultimately be her own decision in how she chooses to advance.
Oh shoot… if I win the next preliminary round, then Scalatte would be my opponent as well. Darn… I thought I had it lucky when we were assigned to different rounds. Huh… Should I just lose on purpose?
As the audience cheered with the announcer making his final remarks, Pluto sauntered around the perimeter of the stadium, approaching his victorious ally who was receiving medical attention. It was her bite wound in particular that seemed to be the most serious of marks. “I heard many things about the Paramecia-class Devil Fruits, but what you just revealed only validates them for me. The kind of power you possess is the kind that can be used creatively. How interesting to blow into your own blood stream, it’s quite fitting. Only you would come up with such a reckless invention.” On top of that, using a newly thought out technique in actual combat was also a gamble due to one’s lack of experience and refined control of it.
His eyes briefly scanned over his own rivaling opponents.
The blonde-haired female fighter who had taken an interest in Scarlette’s skills just now was contestant number two.
Contestant number four was a muscular man who was on the short side; his body figure seemed was a bit wide with a lower center of mass than usual. It gave him the appearance of someone who was sturdy like a boulder.
Lithe and fit, contestant number six was a dark-haired female with a ponytail. She didn’t have any impressive muscles or towering size.
Wearing a dark hooded cloak to hide his body and shadow his face, contestant number ten remained as a mystery. Not much information could be gained from his appearance alone.
A youth with unruly hair and a face of hot temperament, contestant number twelve had a disorganized, ragged-looking in appearance. There was a savage nature emanating from him as if he had been picking fights in the street from a very young age.
With sharp, piercing eyes of absolute focus, contestant number fourteen had the hairstyle of a samurai.
A large brute that likely stood as tall as Octavier himself, contestant number sixteen looked rather top-heavy with his huge muscular arms and short legs.
Contestant number eighteen stood tall with most of his height being thanks to his extraordinarily long legs. Being part of the Longleg tribe, it wouldn’t be a surprise if his fighting style was composed entirely out of kicks.
With a body built like a wall of fat, contestant number twenty was nothing short of a full-fledged sumo-wrestler who also towered a normal human in size. He was rotund like the brothers in the previous round, but contrary to the brother’s bounciness, this man didn’t appear as if he could be budged an inch.
Contestant number twenty-two, he was a man with extraordinarily long arms with an extra pair of joints as if he was had two elbows. Appropriate for his given body, this man was from the Longarm tribe.
Contestant number twenty-four was a blond haired, tough-looking man wearing a traditional martial art gi. This happened to be the same individual who first greeted Pluto and Rebecca when they first arrived.
“Well then,” violet eyes redirected at the scythe-less girl, “it looks like another bunch of weirdos.”