Colosseum - Round 2 - Okor vs Monkey D Luffy

[Okor]

The marine breathed deep, savouring the acrid taste of chemicals and toxins that infused his ravaged lungs as the gong rang, echoing around the forest of steel and chrome. His lone eye sighted his opponent, a seemingly unarmed youth looking over the array of mortal weapons with rapt interest, a not-quite mad smile etched upon his scarred face, topped by an ostentatious straw hat. The millennia-old warrior wasted no time with taunts, war cries, or threats. The Gods favoured those who were known by deed, rather than by word, after all. Cloven hoof and steel boot stomped across the chrome surface of the platform, as he raised rusted weapons in necrotic hands, rotten fists closing around the trigger of bolter and pistol. With dull thumps, they spat their shells, rocket-propelled slugs screaming through the air towards the lean figure, howling a wordless serenade of death and fury that had brought the end of countless worlds. They brought with them a promise of death and pain, eager to create a demise so violent that even the immortal denizens of this accursed realm would think twice about daring to oppose him and his masters.

It was at this point that the pirate, rather than being simultaneously shot, burnt, irradiated, partially exploded, and acquiring tetanus to boot, cartwheeled away from the incoming hail, limbs stretching impossibly to carry him out of harm's way. Shouting a string of curses (A dangerous thing when you devote your life to a Dark God fond of laying a malediction upon an entire bloodline), his weapons barked again, a trail of shrapnel and fire following his agile adversary. Okor grinned as he kept up his fusillade, sending the grinning brawler closer and closer to the edge overlooking the toxic miasma covering the floor of the arena. Just a few more steps…

His opponent once more chose to defy the universal concepts of entropy, decay, and the inevitability of death. Using the absurd elasticity of his limbs, the straw-capped fiend launched itself high into the air, a manic grin evident as he put his sandaled feet together, angling his body towards the chosen of Nurgle. "Gomu Gomu Spear!" Yelled his opponent, as he descended on his foe like the fist of Khorne himself. What did this fool hope to do to him? He was a veteran of The Long War, son of Mortation, bringer of death, and herald of plague. What threat did this youth pose to hi-

Okor's ancient breastplate cracked under the blow as the titanic warrior was sent flying, his bulk crashing through a flimsy metal shed. Shrapnel spun away from the impact, as the marine groggily forced his eye open, noticing both the spear of jagged metal jutting from his stomach, and the rapidly approaching youth, who shouted something about a "bullet", despite his obvious lack of ballistic weaponry. He could feel his blighted life force slipping away, seeping onto the ground surrounding him. Are you reclaiming what is yours, my Lord? He wondered, his opponent closing in as his limbs began to melt away, turning into a virulent slime. I can still fight. Let me fight. Am I not worthy to bear your gifts? As his flesh rotted and liquefied, the pirate swung his rubbery fist, its momentum carrying it towards Okor's horned helmet.

It joined the rest of the marine's corporeal form on the floor as the blow struck, Luffy's clenched fingers meeting the steel wall of the dwelling place, demolishing the fragile architecture of the structure, and bringing it down on the pair.

After a brief lull in the action, dust and powdered metal spreading from the collapsed ruin, an elastic arm protruded from the remnants of what was once a hovel, followed quickly by the malleable body of its owner. Laughing, he spoke: “Well, that was easier than expected.” His fists rested on slim hips, as he boasted to the crowd. “Who’s next? I think my warmup is just about done!” While the insufferable youth taunted and crowed, the amorphous form of Okor coalesced behind him, returning from his state of primordial ooze. In his still-dripping hands, he clutched the rusted blade, preparing to swing its heavy edge towards the strange, infuriating youth. His armour was still dented and cracked from his first blow, a feat that only a handful of entities could replicate.The child may have been strong, but Okor was eternal. He swung his blighted blade, tearing through the air, destined to connect with the pirate’s neck.

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