Rumble in the Jungle: Part 2 [Maru/Char] Aug 9, 2016 21:55:20 GMT -5
Post by BlacKitten on Aug 9, 2016 21:55:20 GMT -5
Treading along the corridor, a uniformed guard went on his merry way to check up on the other prisoner. While the black-haired woman had always been causing them trouble and remained as the biggest thorn in their business, the other captive was quite the bonus. Upon coming into view through the series of gaps in between the metal bars, his calm and eager visage changed drastically in an instant. He didn’t anticipate the girl to have regained consciousness so soon, and to top it all off, the every single rope that secured all of her major joints of motion was now lying on the cold, stone floor in their shredded state.
As soon as his eyes could make contact with the Amazonian, five slithering green ropes passed in between the bars in a heartbeat, immediately coiling and wrapped around his four limbs and neck. Suffocating, the man lost his privilege to breathe. With a sharp pull of her arm, Fiona caused the vines to reel the man hurling towards her until the body smashed against the gates, echoing out a loud clang.
With a sweet smile on her face, the Kuja looked at the guard with a façade of kindness, “That clothing of yours reminds me of the people from last night. More importantly, people like you have angered me. You have crossed the line! Now repent for your sins.”
The man’s face began to redden from the lack of blood flow and oxygen. As much as he struggled and writhed, words couldn’t form. He couldn’t even scream for help. Thorns grew numerously across each coiling vines that conquered more and more over his body, piercing and scraping across his flesh as blood spattered and spill on the floor with some droplets on the metal bars. These vines kept on growing and didn’t seem to stop.
With her spare hand, Fiona extended a single strand of vine that carefully looped through a ring of keys by the man’s hip before retracting the aiding appendage for her own taking. “I’ll be holding on to this. You have served your purpose. Now, begone!”
Straightening her attacking hand further outwards, she finished off this single human being, “Vine Ensnarement: Cocoon.” In a matter of seconds, the man was completely wrapped in prickly, blood-stained vines from head to toe. Anyone wouldn’t even notice the body anymore. The only sign that there was a human there was the mass quantity of blood that was spilled.
Detaching all of the strands from her fingertips, the now angered prisoner approached towards the keyhole. With the ring holding several different keys, Fiona proceeded with a series of trial and error in picking the correct key for the locked gates which soon slid open. The Kuja nonchalantly stepped over the crimson puddle, ignoring the mess and its very existence. She pretended as if none of that even happened. Not a single drop of blood had touched her body.
Down the hallway, the green-haired girl walked as if this was her own home, later turning the doorknob and stepping through. Up a flight of stairs, she stood at the corner of the corridor where several uniformed individuals spotted her immediately. Without so much as a change in her expression, the Kuja sauntered across as if not even acknowledging their presence. Six of them gathered and charged forth with whatever melee weapon the held such as swords, clubs, or crowbars. They muttered words that the girl couldn’t hear at all. Her eyes appeared to be in a trance; the only voice she could hear was her own.
“Don’t blame me for you deaths for you have chosen to make me your enemy,” with a raise of her left hand, the Devil Fruit user produced more of those vines that then shot forth like arrows. “Vine Impalement,” the girl muttered as her thorn-tipped vines pierced through the torsos of five of them - almost all at once. She never slowed down her walking pace, continuing treading forth as bodies collapsed like bowling pins. Only one of them was left.
“Monster!” The man could barely register the fact that the rest of his group was taken out in an instant. His eyes widened as those red-tipped vines left the corpses and hovered in the air.
“Why thank you,” Fiona took that as a compliment. “Now tell me: Where is my sword that was confiscated?”