Post by The Last Berserker on Aug 19, 2019 12:58:08 GMT -5
Jakobs K. Dutchman - 8
A smile. An expression which meant happiness, joy & pleasure. Such could describe the state in which Jakobs was currently in. Now this was a proper battle, the sensations of pain was finally back. After so long, he could finally be injured! That always increased the enjoyment when you know that you can possible be defeated. The cut that Francis dealt was extremely light - A slight scratch by all means and didn't cause any true amount of damage except make Jakobs far more happy compared to before.
Just as Jakobs smashed away at the ceiling allowing for more space to be used on his part, he let out another booming laugh in which he watched the spray of wood fly high into the air and came downward in their battleground. Bits and pieces of wood came rain down like droplets from a shower of rainfall which the two would notice the instead of the brisk and blue sky contrasted by the bold sun had darken clouds which barely block the sunlight only came down in small patches of space around town. Jakobs curiously turned his head in the clouds which his grin became absent. A more somber look adorned his face which he only lowered his head in shame as soon as the rain of wood stopped. It had just been a moment when Jakobs's entire facade and mood changed only for that big grin which was seen since he arrived on Resinbar.
Nothing seemed to change in that mere moment but those who were rather close to the large man would have noticed this change in focus but it was right back onto the fight in front of him. The weather didn't affect him like most others' as he had frequently got moist through his trek through the deserts of this island. If anything - It was one of the most pleasant that Jakobs had gone through in the world. Another explosion came as the ground crumped from the shirtless who had lunged forward which his weapon was raised high above his head and it smashed into the wood. Jakobs's blinked at this as he watched as Francis's swiftness allowed for him to easily evade his attack. A larger smile came as his grip on his mace was continuously swung and violently swung around.
The mace went around and continued to destroy more and more of the Bar til only it's remains were scattered around the area whilst the other buildings which had been built alongside it was also being affect by Jakobs's destructive onslaught in attempts to land a solid blow against Francis. The townsfolk had manage to finally get out of range but flying stone and wood covered the area as a result of Jakobs but how long would he keep going? His reserves of energy were immense as he didn't seem to tire despite how many swings and how powerful each other. Raising a hand up into the air which flexed violently followed by slamming into the building pile of wood and stone which he pulled and out came a massive boulder of sorts which had seemingly became stuck together, Jakobs laughed as he adjusted his aim and throw the temporary projectile in the general direction of Francis.
The unknown Pirate was expecting him to get closer and Jakobs had some plan... Maybe.
Nothing seemed to change in that mere moment but those who were rather close to the large man would have noticed this change in focus but it was right back onto the fight in front of him. The weather didn't affect him like most others' as he had frequently got moist through his trek through the deserts of this island. If anything - It was one of the most pleasant that Jakobs had gone through in the world. Another explosion came as the ground crumped from the shirtless who had lunged forward which his weapon was raised high above his head and it smashed into the wood. Jakobs's blinked at this as he watched as Francis's swiftness allowed for him to easily evade his attack. A larger smile came as his grip on his mace was continuously swung and violently swung around.
The mace went around and continued to destroy more and more of the Bar til only it's remains were scattered around the area whilst the other buildings which had been built alongside it was also being affect by Jakobs's destructive onslaught in attempts to land a solid blow against Francis. The townsfolk had manage to finally get out of range but flying stone and wood covered the area as a result of Jakobs but how long would he keep going? His reserves of energy were immense as he didn't seem to tire despite how many swings and how powerful each other. Raising a hand up into the air which flexed violently followed by slamming into the building pile of wood and stone which he pulled and out came a massive boulder of sorts which had seemingly became stuck together, Jakobs laughed as he adjusted his aim and throw the temporary projectile in the general direction of Francis.
The unknown Pirate was expecting him to get closer and Jakobs had some plan... Maybe.