Post by Phantasma on Jan 5, 2019 21:54:51 GMT -5
"I really hoped you'd stay down because I'm starting to enjoy this," Kite said letting out a sharp breathe of air, his face contorting into a wild grin as he twirled his blades between his fingers again the spinning metal like a blur.
Kite Kalisto's heart was beating a mile a minute, the interior of his body like a factory. Beginning to fill the pull of that dark yearning in his heart chemicals like adrenaline flooded the guys system and caused those muscles hidden just below the seas of fabric making him close to pinch. To tug, hit against one another as poise rushed to replace fatigue and mental capacities further reduced themselves to thinking up all kinds of violence. Plans, defense, evaporated to cruel picture shows of the fishman being skewered by the blades or maybe even beat into the dirt to the point where a grave wouldn't have to be dug.
A red tint was quickly overtaking the hunters vision and he lurched forward preparing to charge his prey down. It was only when he licked his lips and his eyes flickered over to movement that he saw her. Miu. In his peripheral vision watching with a face afixed in clear shock at the fight about to occur. She had shouted a warning at some point, and her words had only just now started to dawn on the blood lusting warrior, his entire stance shifted at which point. Instead of bending forward he frowned quickly and bit his lower lip briefly before kicking backwards and retreating, still spinning his blades surprisingly despite his impromptu wake up slap.
Taking one last look around at Miu and Hawes Kite ran. He kicked up dust in his mad dash towards the trail that he had taken to get here and used his brief knowledge of the land. Taking turns, jumps and side steps to get into a hidden spot on one of the massive tree bodies that shot up into the islands roof of leaves. He pressed his body up against the bark and controlled his breathing, slowed it, the pumping of his heart dulled in his ears and hesitantly he peaked out and around. His blades were like icicles in his hot, hot hands.
The fishman, while struggling at first, was FUMING at the chance to get a free hit in and the running only enticed him more. He bolted, or rather he started scrambling his tiny form in a mad dash to try and find the guy who clobbered him leaving Miu to her own devices. That was, until the blowfish turned around and with the nastiest glint in his eyes let loose a steady volley of bubbles making sure to swing his hands around so the projectiles were taking unpredictable paths and acting like a wall to prevent a clear pursuit. Hawes was free to just abandon all defense and focus on finding that twerp that beat him into the ground!
He searched high, searched low, made sure to kick and punch as well as bubble anything he suspected as Kite. Most of the time it was poor animals or plants that happened to twitch or make enough audible noise to attract the pirates ire. Every wrongful bubble or failed a-ha! moment resulted in him just getting increasingly fumed, he was long past the ability to speak and took to hitting trees in order to vent his frustrations. Each hit, each score against the bark was like a flare for the clever bounty hunter situated a few feet above in the branched clutches of the trees. His feats of acrobatics only possible thanks to the myriad of holes dotting the trees around him. Much like a mountain climber he had stabbed his blades in to climb up and repeated the process until he was at his current altitude.
Readying his good arm, his right, the bounty hunter took his blade by the tip of its point and prepared to hurl the thing at just the right angle and velocity that instead of a clean cut, hopefully, just a painful thump would befall the raging blowfish. In the event that failed Kite always had two hands and his left was busy spinning around the other dagger preparing another calculation for a clean knockout hit.
The blade was let loose, soaring through the air and alerting the pirate a full second before it attempted impact. The force behind it wasn't too great, but if that hilt conked against the already sensitive and jarred scalp it was more than likely Hawes was going to go down. If it didn't work, well, another blade was only seconds behind that one, tossed and hidden behind the first by a tiny lead, the first throw acting as a means to clear a resistanceless flight and produce next to no sound as a result. If the first hit wasn't enough, maybe the second blunt hit would be.
Kite clenched his hands in anticipation. Pressing himself against the tree.
Kite Kalisto's heart was beating a mile a minute, the interior of his body like a factory. Beginning to fill the pull of that dark yearning in his heart chemicals like adrenaline flooded the guys system and caused those muscles hidden just below the seas of fabric making him close to pinch. To tug, hit against one another as poise rushed to replace fatigue and mental capacities further reduced themselves to thinking up all kinds of violence. Plans, defense, evaporated to cruel picture shows of the fishman being skewered by the blades or maybe even beat into the dirt to the point where a grave wouldn't have to be dug.
A red tint was quickly overtaking the hunters vision and he lurched forward preparing to charge his prey down. It was only when he licked his lips and his eyes flickered over to movement that he saw her. Miu. In his peripheral vision watching with a face afixed in clear shock at the fight about to occur. She had shouted a warning at some point, and her words had only just now started to dawn on the blood lusting warrior, his entire stance shifted at which point. Instead of bending forward he frowned quickly and bit his lower lip briefly before kicking backwards and retreating, still spinning his blades surprisingly despite his impromptu wake up slap.
Taking one last look around at Miu and Hawes Kite ran. He kicked up dust in his mad dash towards the trail that he had taken to get here and used his brief knowledge of the land. Taking turns, jumps and side steps to get into a hidden spot on one of the massive tree bodies that shot up into the islands roof of leaves. He pressed his body up against the bark and controlled his breathing, slowed it, the pumping of his heart dulled in his ears and hesitantly he peaked out and around. His blades were like icicles in his hot, hot hands.
The fishman, while struggling at first, was FUMING at the chance to get a free hit in and the running only enticed him more. He bolted, or rather he started scrambling his tiny form in a mad dash to try and find the guy who clobbered him leaving Miu to her own devices. That was, until the blowfish turned around and with the nastiest glint in his eyes let loose a steady volley of bubbles making sure to swing his hands around so the projectiles were taking unpredictable paths and acting like a wall to prevent a clear pursuit. Hawes was free to just abandon all defense and focus on finding that twerp that beat him into the ground!
He searched high, searched low, made sure to kick and punch as well as bubble anything he suspected as Kite. Most of the time it was poor animals or plants that happened to twitch or make enough audible noise to attract the pirates ire. Every wrongful bubble or failed a-ha! moment resulted in him just getting increasingly fumed, he was long past the ability to speak and took to hitting trees in order to vent his frustrations. Each hit, each score against the bark was like a flare for the clever bounty hunter situated a few feet above in the branched clutches of the trees. His feats of acrobatics only possible thanks to the myriad of holes dotting the trees around him. Much like a mountain climber he had stabbed his blades in to climb up and repeated the process until he was at his current altitude.
Readying his good arm, his right, the bounty hunter took his blade by the tip of its point and prepared to hurl the thing at just the right angle and velocity that instead of a clean cut, hopefully, just a painful thump would befall the raging blowfish. In the event that failed Kite always had two hands and his left was busy spinning around the other dagger preparing another calculation for a clean knockout hit.
The blade was let loose, soaring through the air and alerting the pirate a full second before it attempted impact. The force behind it wasn't too great, but if that hilt conked against the already sensitive and jarred scalp it was more than likely Hawes was going to go down. If it didn't work, well, another blade was only seconds behind that one, tossed and hidden behind the first by a tiny lead, the first throw acting as a means to clear a resistanceless flight and produce next to no sound as a result. If the first hit wasn't enough, maybe the second blunt hit would be.
Kite clenched his hands in anticipation. Pressing himself against the tree.