Super Duper Epic Fishman vs Chainsaw Rad Battle Royale

[Smiley]

Let's tune in to the pearly blue seas of East Blue, where nothing of relevance ever happens and the days are hilariously boring all year around! Kiddin' of course, though that's what someone from the outside seas might think. The East Blue is peaceful and no one of importance really dwells there for too long, after all, it's a weak sea with an average bounty of three million. What a ridiculous disappointment. 

One fishman desired to fix this terrible situation, even if he technically came from the Red Line, specifically the Fishman Island, homeland to nearly all of his people. He had taken a kind and warm adoration for the East Blue, being the weakest sea after all, the perfect place where he could hone his skills without too many worries, as well as constantly raid ships for all the riches that they had just so he could give it all to the needy and homeless. 

Today was no different! 
Though not premeditated. It was just Bucket, the Pearly Nautilus fishman, sleeping on top of a rock under the surface of the water, finding it to be just high up enough for him to get a bit of the sun's rays, just to warm his front a slight bit while he slept in his favorite cold waters. Eventually, though, his eyes stirred open when the light was suddenly blotted out by two passing ships, his cartoony eyes sharpening to genuine anger.

Interrupting his NAP!
And when he rose from the waters and noticed that the ships were actually mostly undetailed, which meant clandestine stuff, he got even angrier. Contrabanding riches right over HIS nose and interrupting his sleep!? That's bullshit.

WAY TOO MUCH BULLSHIT!
For that reason, taking a lot of water into the hole located in the middle of his upper back, the huge fishman suddenly expelled it to rocket his body out towards the escorted ship at high speeds, the surface of the water exploding out, giving way to the monstrously tall beast of a fishman who landed right on the ship, his actual weight ever so slightly rocking it for a second.
"Your riches - hand them over!" 
The big man ordered, not expecting any meaningful amount of struggle from the fools who dared disrupt his sleep.
Partly because the first person he saw, a sailor, panicked, screaming about the "Underseas Abomination" - a definite ego booster to the big guy.

[Kikori]

Kikori had been having a good time. The cyborg had been able to quench his thirst for a while, causing enough havoc upon Logue town to be able to dampen the ever burning flame within himself, and thus he had been able to get passage upon a... less than proper merchant fleet. Granted they had charged him an arm and a leg, but Kikori had gone through a whole lot more than that to get the cash, and it wasn't as if corpses were going to be using it any time soon. Thus, the cyborg had relegated himself below decks in the most private corner of the ship he could manage. With no exposure to anyone, he could- he might be able to keep control over himself long enough to make it to port and book it to the poorer districts of their destination. Three massacred ships in less than a month would be a little on the nose, he was quite sure. 

He had actually been napping, when everything went to shit. Napping! There was just something about the muted sound of waves on the hull, and the sun on his chest that had managed to lull even a madman like him to sleep. Of course, this was interrupted when all of a sudden the ship rocked violently, tossing Kikori out of his hammock and onto the wooden floor. A loud demand could be heard from upstairs as a no doubt uninvited guest arrived on board, demanding whatever the merchants were carrying. For a moment, Kikori didn't move... and then the metal of his face creaked in the approximation of a smile. 

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Bucket would hear Kikori way before he could see him. The sound of a pair of chainsaws echoing out from the depths of the ship, getting louder with each second yet not seeming to move anywhere along the spine of the vessel. This mystery was quickly solved, however, when in a burst of wood, splinters and laughter the cyborg bursts from the floor in a shower of destroyed ship. Landing upon the deck of the ship, talons sinking into the wood, he sets his sight upon the rather titanic man before him. "You. You look like fun!" He laughs, pointing with one of his revving saws. Then, as quickly as he had arrived, Kikori darts forward and into the air. Leaping up to bucket's height, the chainsaw wielding man goes to sever Bucket's head from his shoulders. 

[Smiley]

Things could have gone well for him, had the shady merchants not accepted a certain heavy cyborg into their vessel for what should have been a simple transit. From below deck, as the floor exploded into shredded splinters that Bucket protected himself from by simply closing his eyes and letting the rest bounce off of his R I P P E D physique, he eventually opened them again to gaze at what might be the coolest and most menacing figure he ever saw.

"R-R..ROBOOOOOT! IT'S A ROBOT OH MY GOD IT'S SO COOL!" With clenched fists and widened eyes, he couldn't help but to show just how hyped the very sight of a barely human, mech-leg using, chainsaw-for-arms wielding red-skulled badass made him. Everything he ever dreamed of seeing whenever he read the Germa 66 comics and all their cool techniques and cool high-tech stuff.

But man, why was he so tiny!?

"Come on, then!" Bucket challenged him right away, definitely surprised over the jump that the cyborg performed, having assumed on first sight that he wouldn't be the most agile of beings, with legs that thin and metallic. A simple crouch still helped the big guy, as the chainsaw whizzed over his head, deciding to perform a simple roll towards the other side, not daring to risk a predictable punch towards the chainsaw maniac, at risk of having one of his arms lobbed off.

Because, as much as he'd like to believe otherwise, his body had yet to develop immunity to all harm and, just like any other humanoid, he was still made of flesh and bone - prime substances that are remarkably weak to chainsaws.

"You trying to kill me right away!? You saucy bastard!~" Bucket complimented him with a smile, soon rising to his own feet, finally assuming an actual proper fighting pose, a basic, balanced stance that any person initiated in Fishman Karate would know.

[Kikori]

Kikori sailed over the big guy's head, twisting in his leg socket to land facing the titanic... he was going to presume fishman, they always had the weirdest of faces as the giant before him was certainly a contender. Normally this would be the part where he would launch an attack again, but the fishman's (?) words were enough to instead have him pause in his murder, if you ignore the almost casual swipe he makes at a fleeing Sailor, two thunks quickly following. "Kiiikikiki! I see you are a man of taste!" He laughs, staring directly up into the face of the behemoth as his saws still for a moment so he could be heard. 

He watched as the man settled into a stance, laughter only growing louder at his words as he shrugs. "What can I say~?" He begins, tongue lolling as he steps toward the much larger, seemingly more dangerous being with a predatory gait. A saw comes up to rest in front of his face, revving once more even as the other goes low in a seemingly open and sloppy guard, made more for intimidation than actual fighting. "I'm a fan of the ones that come with a lot of guts, like you. It just makes me wanna... get right into it." And with that he was off. Dashign towards the giant fishman, Kikori would hold both saws up and straight forward in an attempt to spear right through his quarry.

[Smiley]

Jeez, the spooky robot might just be a bit too into fighting, even more than what Bukbuk himself is used to. It still meant that that fight would remain interesting, if not morbidly dangerous: as it stood, Bucket had a serious problem in trying to find a way to actually attack the man before him, since there was always the danger of a "trade-blow" sort of situation, where they each get a hit. While this is usually how Bucket likes to fight, due to great confidence in his sheer power, he couldn't take the risk this time, knowing that chainsaws still beat fists, at least until he learns to beat blades themselves. 

For this reason, even simple actions that every Fishman Karate practitioner learns early on like parrying are much too dangerous to even attempt. Counters are even more reckless, beyond his limits of reckless, since a mistimed one was a guaranteed limb that would be lobbed off. He'd have to go for blind spots and attack at the arms, put in some effort to hamper Kikori's offensive abilities and be able to at least fight efficiently.

Bucket had a way to do this.
But it might just work once, so he HAD to make it count.

First, he cocked his right arm backward a bit, raising his hand and opening up his palm, while closing his fingers, his muscles around that area tightening - a sign he was readying up a palm strike, specifically, Bucket's most damaging attack, which he figured would be absolutely necessary to even meaningfully damage that man's hinges. 
He waited for him to get close, his cartoony-style eyes growing ever more focused as he looked for the exact moment that he should start moving.
At about the point where Kikori's chainsaws were getting dangerously close, a sudden, loud "tapping" noise filled the air for the briefest moment, with Bucket disappearing from where stood at the exact same time. 

It had to be this close: Bucket suspected that someone like Kikori could, even if not match his speed, keep up with him, so dodging too soon would have him be able to see where he'd go. A sudden change in speed at this distance would, hopefully at least, deprive the cyborg of the time needed to adjust his eyes to keep up.

"Soru", the man muttered quietly to himself as he had done this, only stopping when he stood right behind Kikori, at a slight angle to their right, palm strike ready. 
Refusing to ever say his techniques out loud, at least not when he is fully serious about a fight, instead choosing to say them in his mind or mutter them out, he stabbed his palm forward directly towards Kikori's right shoulder, "Organ Crushing 350 Tile Palm Strike" he'd sound off in his own mind, attempting a palm strike so grievous that it'd leave a deep, painful mark, as well as meaningful damage to what was on the inside: with his, he hoped that he'd cause so much damage to the hinges on his shoulder that one of the chainsaws would be hampered, if not entirely disabled. 

[Kikori]

Kikori felt the familiar laughter begin to bubble up once more as it looked like the colossal fishman was readying to meet his saws head on, already relishing the spray of blood and the sound of screams that would fill the air upon contact. Yet that laugh quickly turned into a confused noise as the titanic fishman seemed to simply... vanish? The loud tapping noise pierced the air, even overpowering the usually deafening sound of the red reaver's saws. What the- BEHIND! The Cyborg's torso spun in its socket as his saws revved, swinging wildly in order to stop an attack he was only half aware of. This turning was further accelerated as his guess was proven right, Bucket's palm impacting against Kikori's slightly raised arm with enough force to crumple and dent metal, spinning Kikori even faster.

The saw on the damaged arm sputters and begins to slow, even as the still working one sped towards the inside of the giant man's elbow. A small giggle leaves Kikori at the damage done to the him in a single hit from the man. Yeah, this guy was perfect. Kikori had never encountered such a large being before, although he'd heard tales of giants. Maybe this one had giants blood in him? Well, there was really only one way to find out. Yet even as his saw sped toward the arm of his opponent, Kikori kept on the move, a clawed leg bending backward and rotating in its socket to attempt to grab onto the shin of the being. He wasn't entirely sure how such a large person had moved so fast, but he wasn't about to let it happen again.

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{Damage}
Crumpled metal arm. Still movoes, but saw is busted.

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{Intent}
Stab the elbow of the attacking arm.

Grab the shin of Bucket's left foot.

[Smiley]

The unforeseen occurs! As Bucket actually landed the hit on that arm and seriously damaged it, it turns out that the VERY mechanical being isn't constrained by joints on his waist and can actually turn around! And now he was face to face with a saw he couldn't just easily dodge! He didn't have the skill to actually one-hand stop it without getting his hand shredded, so he had to do the next best thing! 

By reaching his free left hand towards the area of the wrist as quickly as he could, Bucket's eyes widened as the tips of those blades actually sunk a nice bit into his elbow flesh, spraying blood all over the deck, even as his superior force started pulling it back and away from him - with Bucket managing to hide his agony by silently screaming, something that didn't show on his face, just his eyes widened, as if he was serious.

Truth be told, his pain tolerance was still not exactly trained and that was a HARSH hit! Unlike the robot, who might be more visually damaged, it doesn't bleed! At least, it doesn't look like it's bleeding!
"You're agile, aren't you?" The big man asked in a deep voice to mask his pain, moving forward a bit, showing himself to be barely hampered by his weight. To force Kikori to let him go, the big man figured that he could go to the place where he'd be strongest.

Also to disinfect that wound, even if it came at very harsh burning. Bucket used his strong legs to try and jump into the water, making sure to hold onto that wrist even if he let go of Bucket's ankle, wanting to give him one heck of a punch.
However.. even if he was to succeed, Bucket wasn't planning on keeping him underwater for long. That endless pride of him impeded him of doing so.

[Kikori]

AAAAAAAAAA I'm sorry it took so long ;-;Kikori's giggling only intensified at first blood, the giant fishman's crimson blood splashing over the red reaver's face. Tongue running across the jagged edges of his jaw, the laughter only seems to intensify even as engines and gears whine and whirr, being pulled back and apart through the fishman's sheer strength. "You're pretty strong~" He says up to the man as the two stood still for a moment, competing in strength with the cyborg losing decidedly. Even when Bucket's legs and body tensed, the cyborg didn't release his grip, reflective lenses covering his eyes still staring up towards him even as the two were born into the air by the sheer might of his quarry. 

"Wheee!" Kikori cries out as they sail through the air, broken saw arm raising to fend off the midair blow sent towards him. Metal crumpled even further, but he manages to redirection the majority of the force as they sail over the edge of the ship. No doubt the fishman had the advantage in the water, and with his comprimised electrics it could be very dangerous for Kikori... perfect. He could kill them in the water, then whatever was attracted by fishman blood, then the rest of the sailors!

His claws moved in mid air, free leg rotating up to attempt to clamp down onto the... rather fun face of Bucket, squeezing as tight as he could in an attempt to crush the fishman's head and rotating them in mid air to be on top of the falling duo. "Kiiikikiki! You're so much FUN!"

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{Spoiler}{Damage}

Crumpled metal arm. Still moves, but saw is busted. Even MORE damaged now.

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{Spoiler}{Intent}
Grab Bucket's head with his talon
Spin them to have bucket hit the water first.

[Smiley]

As they were falling, the ever joint-free Kikori showed himself more than able to partly free himself from Bucket's grip, shifting their weight to have the giant fishman go down on the water first. Not only that, he now had a foot gripping the shell on his head quite harshly, already feeling the cracks splintering all over it. Though he wouldn't die if it broke completely, it'd leave his face entirely uncovered and, against a creature with saws for hands, it'd be the most dangerous situation he could face himself in. 

His elbow could heal with enough rest, but if that goes to his head, then it's curtains!
"And you're ugly!" 
The fishman spat back in pained anger as they finally fell right into the sea, his acclimated body hitting the water first, clapping against it. Nothing happened to him, save for the salt getting on his wound and burning like hell. At least it kept him alert. 
So, now that he was much stronger in the sea, he was quick to swallow up water into a mostly hidden hole in his upper back, just to blast it out at max power.

Bucket used the fact that Kikori was technically in front of him to his advantage, raising his injured, yet still strong left arm against his stomach to keep him in that exact spot, charging at high speeds, directly into the rudder of the escorting ship, hoping that he'd get a clean charge that would be so violent he'd squish the heavy cyborg's body against it, as well as get a lot of wood splinters stabbed into the back of the seemingly human torso of his enemy.

[Kikori]

"How rude!" Kikori laughs, metal reflecting the surface of the rapidly approaching water. "Maybe i'll take your tong- blarghwargGH!" He continues before the duo slam into the water, the salty taste of the ocean filling the cyborg's mouth as he forgets to close his mouth in time. For a moment the duo sunk further into the depths, the sheer size of Bucket and Kikori's metal parts making them a very dense and heavy item together. The cyborg, for his part, didn't notice the flow of the ocean around him as Bucket brought it into the hole in his back, instead debating he merits of trying to keep his saws going whilst underwater. Sure he had waterproofed them a while back, but it could still be a bitch to fi- WHAT THE FU-

The pair rocketed out of the water with the strength of an angry humanoid clam, sailing through the air for a moment as Kikori quickly reacted by instinct, his claws gripping tighter upon Bucket even as they crashed into the rudder of the ship. For a split moment, all that could be heard was the revving of saws and the splintering of wood, before the the wood faltered and failed before the superior materials. Splinters went everywhere as the two burst through the wall, then the one on the other side. The shock was enough to force Kikori to let go, and if bucket couldn't keep his hold on the cyborg he would sail back across the ocean, skipping along the water with enough force to finally stop, embedded in the side of the furthest escort ship. Either way, all that would come from the red reaver would be a soft groan and a blood filled cough. 

[Smiley]

Bucket had felt a weird squish-ness from the cyborg's body when they slammed into the rudder of the ship, so he at least knew that he wouldn't destroy his fist if he tried the torso this time. It also stood to reason that using the sea would make the fight much too easy for the fishman, something that he knew he'd eventually have to use, today or another day, in case things got too sour for him. Like having a chainsaw partially dig into your flesh.

for that reason, as someone came downstairs to check on what was that thunderous noise, only to notice the giant holes just above the water and how the ship was slowly collapsing with its most important part damaged, the fishman suddenly disappeared into nothing, only reappearing next to the sailor. 
Without as much as a word, the burly fishman forced the man's shirt off of his body, using it to instead wrap it around his wound not hard enough to stop the blood flow, but to at least make it easier for the wound to close.

Once that was done, the big boy walked towards the other end of the hole, climbing out of it to jump into the water, seeing that Kikori had slammed into one of the further ships. While the giant didn't know if he could swim, he still knew that those feet could very much walk him up the ship so, instead, the giant decided to swim all the way to the exact ship Kikori had crashed into, jumping into the deck while waiting.

They'd continue their fight, on even footing again.

[Kikori]

With a grunt and a shake of his head, Kikori forced his screaming body to work again, relishing the pain that radiated from his spine as all around him wood cracked. Feet twisting and rotating in their sockets, he plunges them into a firmer portion of the ship as he watches the big fish man climb up out of the ocean and to the top. A small, pained giggle leaves him as he leans forward and, instead of falling into the ocean, he merely stood perpendicular to the ship's hull. Giggling louder now, he quiets himself and rolls his shoulders, cracking and groaning coming from his implants and body. A small part of him said he should get out of there, that he couldn't handle another hit like that. A small part. The rest of him was positively ecstatic at the idea of ripping the fishman's head off, and as he looked up towards the lip of the ship a plan formed. 

It would be quiet for bucket for a couple of minutes up on the deck, as the two regained their breath and Kikori managed to keep his formerly screaming augments quiet enough for a small time. That quiet was rapidly, and harshly, broken however as the sound of a chainsaw once again echoes out. "SUUURPRISE! Kiiikikikikikiki!" Kikori cackles as his working saw finishes slicing through the mast. Wood splinters and shatters, before with a kick the tall log of wood is sent down collapsing toward Bucket with the intent of crushing him. Of course, Kikori was familiar with overkill. Running forward, he leaps off of the remains of the mast, arcing through the air above the mast to attempt to stab through it and into bucket. 

[Smiley]

That time of reprieve was a lot of what Bucket needed. In that violent fight, he felt like he already lost it all. Yes, he lost, even though none of them were probably down for the count.
Bucket tilted his head downward a little toward the floor or the smaller ship he stood on, quietly contemplating on what he had done, how he felt about it and why he wished he didn't have to resort to it, at least not this soon. Even taking a second to look at his own hands, then glancing at his wounded arm, he now grew angered at himself.

"..Dishonor. This was a dishonor. To use my racial advantage and not fight on fair grounds." Bucket muttered to himself, still staring at his hands, noticing that the left was once again being stained with blood that still, even if slowly, leaked out of his arm. Whatever he got out of this, he wouldn't feel accomplished - the arm that was injured, instead, would serve as the huge sign that he was still not nearly good enough. 

Maybe shouldn't have stopped training for unexplained reasons.
Unexplained reasons that he had explained, except no one believed. Laziness, the reason why a man who apparently never runs out of energy and excitement stopped practicing martial arts.

This focus was broken when the shrill laughter of the damaged, yet still very functional cyborg appeared once again, chainsaw revving at max power, shredding through the actual mast of the ship down and KICK IT, yes, KICK IT towards Bucket!
And in an action that was nothing more than reflex, instead of attempting a dodge, Bucket loosened his entire body up, while tightening the muscles in his arms, even if it pained his left arm agonizingly. 

Still, as it hit his body and moved him back quite a bit, his arms still suddenly wrapped around the mast, his insane strength holding onto the mast of the smaller ship with great determination and greater frustration.
And Kikori had landed himself in the worst place to be: Mid-Air, when you don't have mid-air mobility.
With a bigger effort done with his waist and legs, Bucket swung the large log directly at Kikori, attempting to slam it right into his body, with enough speed that the huge fishman started spinning in place, doing his best to pick as much speed before he did a stronger swing, as to launch the murdersawbot as far as he could. 

This would be his crowning jewel and, probably, his best chance at winning.

[Kikori]

Kikori may have made a mistake with the leap. He realised this now, as the titanic fishman not only wasn't crushed by the large mast falling down upon him, but instead catching it and using it as a weapon to hit the raging reaver. It fortunately, despite being in mid air, the agile cyborg wasn't completely helpless. As the cyborg swung the log with enough force to to shatter his still fleshy parts, Kikori would instead angle his busted saw in the direction of the swing. Teeth dig into the wood of the log, even as the internal workings were all but shattered, the saw being shunted into the mechanics of his arm. Yet it accomplished what he wanted, and using that split second between the impact and the force of the blow, Kikori's body swung over his broken limb feet first. His talons, cruel and wicked, opened as they closed in on Bucket's face. 

Blood flew, and Kikori's laughter echoes out as his talons shatter shell and tear into the flesh near the large fish man's eye. Yet that laughter was quickly interrupted as the force of Bucket's swing finally overpowered the mechanisms of his arm and his saw clangs against the metal of his legs and the flesh of his torso. Metal and wood splinters everywhere as his arm is all but shattered, and Kikori's talons are forced from his target's face as he spins around with the force of the swings. Finally, it proves too much for the small teeth of his blades, and with a giggling, maniacal laugh, Kikori's body blurs as he is sent sailing off the ship and out of sight. 


Looks like i'm blasting off agaiiiin!

[Smiley]

Even as the fishman fighter landed the blow he hoped would be the final one, that mad cyborg didn't just take it lying down, placing himself in a position to slash at Bucket's eye. His shell was there to protect him from small things, one of which definitely wasn't those sharp talons digging into his face - and shit, it was a thankful circumstance that Bucket's head and shell were shaped the way they were, making those talons just miss his actual eye and save him from permanent blindness in one eye.

He was still left actively bleeding from that cut, temporarily blinding him with a "sheet" of his own blood, as well as a screaming mess once Kikory had been flung into the far off skies, probably to be seen again soon.

It hadn't been easy. Bucket had "won" only by virtue of cheating, so he thought, and even then, he had sustained a good deal of injuries, injuries that he thanked the lord he escaped from. Even if Kikori's attacks had been savage and, admitedly, predictable, they were still extremely dangerous.

Like a crazed child wielding a gun or a rampaging toddler with a warship.

Either way, the fight was over, for now, which allowed Bucket to throw the mast into the open seas, close to the other pile of loose wood and other crap floating about from the ships that had just sunk, with sailors swimming and rowing away from danger, just to sit down on the edge of the ship, quietly grinding his teeth, face still covered by the now damaged bucket, attempting to contain the deep pain he was feeling.

To uplift his humor, he put on a stupid voice and spoke some beautiful words.

"Oh! That's a baseball!"

He laughed, like any young man would.. and decided to take a short nap, just so his woulds could close.