Post by EriChar on Jan 24, 2016 11:35:49 GMT -5
A stampede of soldiers greeting the duo as they arrived on the main deck, with a chuckle at the wisecrack of her companion, Coco Valentine set to work. Not afforded the time to gawk at the way that her new friend seemed to be able to almost effortlessly overpower these individuals whose only strength seemed to be their number, the task was rather more difficult for our white haired heroine. While none of them were really as well trained or gifted at the girl was, the edge that the cook held over the cohorts of ‘Bloodbeard’ was far from as broad as that of the blonde man. A fighter who had been trained and gifted with the fruit of a devil, there was no doubt that there was a lot of potential in the combatant with chocolate coloured eyes, but most of it had yet to be realized. That said, it wasn’t as if she was going to be beaten easily.
Dodging the blows of the numerous foes that seemed to rain down on the duo, as Coco began to be flooded with enemies, she opted to show off the ‘unnatural’ gift that she possessed. Dancing around attacks as those powerful legs pushed her past strikes, she slipped out of the lose sandals that she had worn all day as she ducked and slipped around, a mocha dew beginning to build and run down from above her right knee. Enemies rushing at her with weapons drawn, while the pair of guards had been easy enough to defeat without showing off her little ‘devil’, as the enemies around began to overwhelm the white headed woman, her leg was taking on a decidedly tan tone.
It was a strange feeling really, oozing chocolate from ones pores and one that was unlike anyone who hadn’t felt it could really understand. Akin to the feeling of having something like oil running down one’s flesh, the process of producing a substance was like willing oneself to bleed when employed by this particular pedigree of Paramecia. Awkward to hone and yet invaluable once mastered, while the ‘gift’ of Valentine was a strange one, it was no less useful for its peculiarity. Perhaps a little bit fitting that part of the arsenal of a cook was a strangely useful foodstuff, while the drooling drops of cocoa and milk looked good enough to eat, one certainly shouldn’t try. As tough as wood when it grew hard, this stuff was more likely to take a chunk out of your teeth, than the other way around.
“I am not ‘ere for the small fries…” Speaking through clenched teeth as she hopped onto only her left foot, as her lower leg became saturated with a mass of rich and russet colour, all of a sudden the slick swath seemed to stretch from her heel. Strange and gooey substance that smelled oh so familiar forming into a baton from the base of her foot, the eyes of the girl shone with the same colour as that which she unleashed beneath her. A chocolate cudgel whipping with the force of a champion batsman, as those who were able to bring their weaponry in the way of the woman’s strike tried to defend themselves, they found themselves floored in the clash with this confectioner. The mass that the miss had made into her weapon shattering as she took down a trio of her assailants with a single stroke, the other leg of the girl was already starting to seep with shining sweetness. Given the ability to summon up a near limitless supply of this material, this fighter had little need to carry weapons into battle. Whatever she needed, she could birth in moments.
A chocolate cannonball lurching from her left heel and shattering as it sank into the gut of an enemy that sought to rush the young woman, one could see that both figuratively and factually, the cook was in full ‘flow’. Fighting for only minutes so far, as the intensity of the confrontation increased, so too did the quantity with which our lady leader oozed with her bittersweet foodstuff. Hands now weaving and moulding a mass of what looked like the most lustrous of mud pies, she struck with jabbing feet that were like spears slipping through the gaps in shields, with her mitts making merry to be ready for the next use of her unnatural skill. A rounded fighter, while Coco might never throw a punch in battle, she proved that she had little need to. Hands wrapping up a would-be blindside in a straightjacket of candy, she gave a short smile as she saw the group was thinning out, and swung her heel in the roundest of houses to smash the lone soul that separated her from her target.
“So, I would assume zat you ‘ad the biggest ‘and in today’s attack, oui?” A steely gaze meeting the unflinching smile of the man known as ‘Bloodbeard’, the girl wasted not a beat in moving toward the man with crimson hanging from his head. Heart pounding so loud that the girl felt like there was a base drum being bashed between her ears, the hot headed heroine was not sure if it was her temper or a sense or trepidation that made her throb so, but did not back down for either. Striding forward across the ship toward the man that she held most responsible, while Coco Valentine had not spared the time to see how Navi was doing in his own fight, the fact that the crowd seemed to be kept off her back told her he was safe. Whatever happened now, neither of them could back down...
Dodging the blows of the numerous foes that seemed to rain down on the duo, as Coco began to be flooded with enemies, she opted to show off the ‘unnatural’ gift that she possessed. Dancing around attacks as those powerful legs pushed her past strikes, she slipped out of the lose sandals that she had worn all day as she ducked and slipped around, a mocha dew beginning to build and run down from above her right knee. Enemies rushing at her with weapons drawn, while the pair of guards had been easy enough to defeat without showing off her little ‘devil’, as the enemies around began to overwhelm the white headed woman, her leg was taking on a decidedly tan tone.
It was a strange feeling really, oozing chocolate from ones pores and one that was unlike anyone who hadn’t felt it could really understand. Akin to the feeling of having something like oil running down one’s flesh, the process of producing a substance was like willing oneself to bleed when employed by this particular pedigree of Paramecia. Awkward to hone and yet invaluable once mastered, while the ‘gift’ of Valentine was a strange one, it was no less useful for its peculiarity. Perhaps a little bit fitting that part of the arsenal of a cook was a strangely useful foodstuff, while the drooling drops of cocoa and milk looked good enough to eat, one certainly shouldn’t try. As tough as wood when it grew hard, this stuff was more likely to take a chunk out of your teeth, than the other way around.
“I am not ‘ere for the small fries…” Speaking through clenched teeth as she hopped onto only her left foot, as her lower leg became saturated with a mass of rich and russet colour, all of a sudden the slick swath seemed to stretch from her heel. Strange and gooey substance that smelled oh so familiar forming into a baton from the base of her foot, the eyes of the girl shone with the same colour as that which she unleashed beneath her. A chocolate cudgel whipping with the force of a champion batsman, as those who were able to bring their weaponry in the way of the woman’s strike tried to defend themselves, they found themselves floored in the clash with this confectioner. The mass that the miss had made into her weapon shattering as she took down a trio of her assailants with a single stroke, the other leg of the girl was already starting to seep with shining sweetness. Given the ability to summon up a near limitless supply of this material, this fighter had little need to carry weapons into battle. Whatever she needed, she could birth in moments.
A chocolate cannonball lurching from her left heel and shattering as it sank into the gut of an enemy that sought to rush the young woman, one could see that both figuratively and factually, the cook was in full ‘flow’. Fighting for only minutes so far, as the intensity of the confrontation increased, so too did the quantity with which our lady leader oozed with her bittersweet foodstuff. Hands now weaving and moulding a mass of what looked like the most lustrous of mud pies, she struck with jabbing feet that were like spears slipping through the gaps in shields, with her mitts making merry to be ready for the next use of her unnatural skill. A rounded fighter, while Coco might never throw a punch in battle, she proved that she had little need to. Hands wrapping up a would-be blindside in a straightjacket of candy, she gave a short smile as she saw the group was thinning out, and swung her heel in the roundest of houses to smash the lone soul that separated her from her target.
“So, I would assume zat you ‘ad the biggest ‘and in today’s attack, oui?” A steely gaze meeting the unflinching smile of the man known as ‘Bloodbeard’, the girl wasted not a beat in moving toward the man with crimson hanging from his head. Heart pounding so loud that the girl felt like there was a base drum being bashed between her ears, the hot headed heroine was not sure if it was her temper or a sense or trepidation that made her throb so, but did not back down for either. Striding forward across the ship toward the man that she held most responsible, while Coco Valentine had not spared the time to see how Navi was doing in his own fight, the fact that the crowd seemed to be kept off her back told her he was safe. Whatever happened now, neither of them could back down...