Post by Smiley on Mar 9, 2020 19:09:52 GMT -5
The battle had been consummated.
Bucket had fended off Kikori, the chainsaw murder bot however, in the end, the large fishman had been left sore both of body and of mind, quantifiably displeased with his own meager performance in that fight. Disregarding the use of the merchant ship's mast, which was now floating close by the ship, as a bat to swing the enemy far enough that Bucket couldn't see him, he had to abuse everything he had to win.
Including the water. He had taken them both underwater just so he had the upper hand in the fight which, while usually a point of pride for other fishmen, was a weirdly shameful thing for Bucket - someone with a pride more inflated than the typical fishman supremacist, believing himself to be strong enough to win without going underwater.
Not that he believes himself to be strong because he's a fishman, but because he believes he's simply awesome, beyond anyone and any race.
Instead, he quietly sat at the edge of a rather damaged merchant ship, cracks running along its form, the mast, well, in the water, surrounded by the remains of other mercenary escort ships that they had sunk during their fight, either by ramming, cutting or smashing open. A scene to be sure.
Bucket himself was still incredibly bloodied, not from his eye anymore, since that had closed in the subsequent hour and a half that he had sat still, while his arm, with that bad cut, had been slowly closing itself off with dried blood, though he knew he should probably get that checked, since he felt like it'd reopen if he put enough strain on himself. It'd definitely leave a scar.
"..My my, what's that?" He raised his head ever so slightly to look into the distance, with only one eye, since the other, though not blind, still hurt quite a bit, straining himself to actually see what was coming. A ship, it seemed and, until it got closer, he couldn't know if it was friend or foe.
For that reason, he was already standing tall, waiting for it to approach.
Bucket had fended off Kikori, the chainsaw murder bot however, in the end, the large fishman had been left sore both of body and of mind, quantifiably displeased with his own meager performance in that fight. Disregarding the use of the merchant ship's mast, which was now floating close by the ship, as a bat to swing the enemy far enough that Bucket couldn't see him, he had to abuse everything he had to win.
Including the water. He had taken them both underwater just so he had the upper hand in the fight which, while usually a point of pride for other fishmen, was a weirdly shameful thing for Bucket - someone with a pride more inflated than the typical fishman supremacist, believing himself to be strong enough to win without going underwater.
Not that he believes himself to be strong because he's a fishman, but because he believes he's simply awesome, beyond anyone and any race.
Instead, he quietly sat at the edge of a rather damaged merchant ship, cracks running along its form, the mast, well, in the water, surrounded by the remains of other mercenary escort ships that they had sunk during their fight, either by ramming, cutting or smashing open. A scene to be sure.
Bucket himself was still incredibly bloodied, not from his eye anymore, since that had closed in the subsequent hour and a half that he had sat still, while his arm, with that bad cut, had been slowly closing itself off with dried blood, though he knew he should probably get that checked, since he felt like it'd reopen if he put enough strain on himself. It'd definitely leave a scar.
"..My my, what's that?" He raised his head ever so slightly to look into the distance, with only one eye, since the other, though not blind, still hurt quite a bit, straining himself to actually see what was coming. A ship, it seemed and, until it got closer, he couldn't know if it was friend or foe.
For that reason, he was already standing tall, waiting for it to approach.