01-01-2016, 05:25 PM
“Look out!” the unseen speakers voice rang past the trio, no sooner than a hail of bloody bullets screamed past the hunters. Given the lack of the Pirate Hunter’s somewhat recently awakened and ,even more recently, lost Kenbunshoku Haki, Zoro’s reaction lagged a little behind the other two, his former dependence on the mystical ability coming to light in a rather clumsy fashion; something Marimo would later put down to his abilities being dragged out of him. It would take some doing, a large sprinkling of dumb luck and a helping of clunky rolling, but Zoro managed to reach the group of floating balls of destruction nigh on unscathed, a pair of Katana drawn and poised to strike. Another split second later, the pair of Hunters left dancing around the bloody assault witnessed the third winding his body around slightly and unleashing an almighty blue twister of compressed air and sheer energy from the aforementioned Katana.
A few of the Akuma ceased floating, colliding with the ground with a rather satisfying thud, the same strange shadowy miasma oozing and evaporating from the wounds left behind by the Pirate Hunter’s blades. “Take care of the rest of ‘em, eh?!” Zoro called out as he darted away from the pack of Akuma, following the trail of which Kanda’s horse had emerged from.
With a crack of her whip, Klaud sent Lau Jimmin into beast mode, the beast lurched forwards throwing attack after attack, sending another good portion of the pack reeling and collapsing to the ground, bursting into small clouds of shadowy miasma. A few seconds after the initial crack of the whip and Lau Jimmin springing into action, another crack echoed through, apparently lengthening the Beast’s ability to continue it’s assault.
With the Akuma’s focus centered of the rapidly disappearing Pirate Hunter, it turned to the Half-Blood to make a move. He spun beneath a stray bloody bullet, coat tails flailing outwards as the mop haired Hunter drew his twin pistols, Ebony and Ivory. Dante straightened up, pistols extended towards the floating pack of Akuma.
A coy grin spread across Dante’s features as he leveled the weapons, “Nothin’ more than target practice.” he drawled, squeezing the triggers of his pistols in quick succession, unleashing a blistering haze of bullets, tearing through the sick mass of Akuma.
Some way down the path, the Pirate Hunter ground to a halt. A figure, drowned in shadows, stepped out from behind its cover. Its malleable form twisting and distorting with sickening crunches until, a few moments later, a carbon copy of the Pirate Hunter stood before the original, all aside from the pair of twisted, demonic looking swords, jutting from where it’s hands should be.
“Finally, a real challenge.” Zoro goaded his doppleganger, grinning sinisterly as the pair circled around each other. The Akuma’s unbridled rage set it into motion first, shambling towards the Pirate Hunter with about as much grace as the doppelganger could muster. It took all of a moment to find it’s footing before, within the blink of an eye, the Akuma managed to steady itself and launch into a near enough exact copy of Zoro’s own fighting style. The beast crossed its blades across its chest and launched forwards, covering the gap between them near enough instantly. Upon reaching it’s mark, the Akuma swung its blades outwards, each following a diagonal arc, aiming to tear a gash out of the Pirate Hunter’s chest. And it may have been successful, had it have been a different opponent. The Pirate recognised the pattern quickly enough to bring one of his own Katana crashing downwards to meet the Akuma’s twisted blades, ceasing their momentum before they could come close to touching skin. Roronoa struggled against the Akuma’s strength, putting all his effort on simply keeping it’s blades away from him. The pair struggled against each other for a few moments before Zoro took the next move, lashing out with his free blade and forcing an opening to bound backwards a few paces.
The Pirate Hunter sneered at his doppelganger as he drew his third Katana and clamping it between his teeth. He lurched forwards a few paces before hurling himself forwards at a pace the Akuma could barely follow. “Oni-” Roronoa crossed his blades across his chest, the third blade held horizontally behind the others. The Pirate’s form was perfect, after all he created the technique. As he reached the Akuma’s position, he threw his blades upwards, his third blade careening off horizontally. ”GIRI!”
A few of the Akuma ceased floating, colliding with the ground with a rather satisfying thud, the same strange shadowy miasma oozing and evaporating from the wounds left behind by the Pirate Hunter’s blades. “Take care of the rest of ‘em, eh?!” Zoro called out as he darted away from the pack of Akuma, following the trail of which Kanda’s horse had emerged from.
With a crack of her whip, Klaud sent Lau Jimmin into beast mode, the beast lurched forwards throwing attack after attack, sending another good portion of the pack reeling and collapsing to the ground, bursting into small clouds of shadowy miasma. A few seconds after the initial crack of the whip and Lau Jimmin springing into action, another crack echoed through, apparently lengthening the Beast’s ability to continue it’s assault.
With the Akuma’s focus centered of the rapidly disappearing Pirate Hunter, it turned to the Half-Blood to make a move. He spun beneath a stray bloody bullet, coat tails flailing outwards as the mop haired Hunter drew his twin pistols, Ebony and Ivory. Dante straightened up, pistols extended towards the floating pack of Akuma.
A coy grin spread across Dante’s features as he leveled the weapons, “Nothin’ more than target practice.” he drawled, squeezing the triggers of his pistols in quick succession, unleashing a blistering haze of bullets, tearing through the sick mass of Akuma.
Some way down the path, the Pirate Hunter ground to a halt. A figure, drowned in shadows, stepped out from behind its cover. Its malleable form twisting and distorting with sickening crunches until, a few moments later, a carbon copy of the Pirate Hunter stood before the original, all aside from the pair of twisted, demonic looking swords, jutting from where it’s hands should be.
“Finally, a real challenge.” Zoro goaded his doppleganger, grinning sinisterly as the pair circled around each other. The Akuma’s unbridled rage set it into motion first, shambling towards the Pirate Hunter with about as much grace as the doppelganger could muster. It took all of a moment to find it’s footing before, within the blink of an eye, the Akuma managed to steady itself and launch into a near enough exact copy of Zoro’s own fighting style. The beast crossed its blades across its chest and launched forwards, covering the gap between them near enough instantly. Upon reaching it’s mark, the Akuma swung its blades outwards, each following a diagonal arc, aiming to tear a gash out of the Pirate Hunter’s chest. And it may have been successful, had it have been a different opponent. The Pirate recognised the pattern quickly enough to bring one of his own Katana crashing downwards to meet the Akuma’s twisted blades, ceasing their momentum before they could come close to touching skin. Roronoa struggled against the Akuma’s strength, putting all his effort on simply keeping it’s blades away from him. The pair struggled against each other for a few moments before Zoro took the next move, lashing out with his free blade and forcing an opening to bound backwards a few paces.
The Pirate Hunter sneered at his doppelganger as he drew his third Katana and clamping it between his teeth. He lurched forwards a few paces before hurling himself forwards at a pace the Akuma could barely follow. “Oni-” Roronoa crossed his blades across his chest, the third blade held horizontally behind the others. The Pirate’s form was perfect, after all he created the technique. As he reached the Akuma’s position, he threw his blades upwards, his third blade careening off horizontally. ”GIRI!”