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 Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2020 3:34 pm
So he'd decided to take the attack full force, head on? If Enka could give this unknown marine anything, it was his gusto. Barreling straight through the explosion as it went off only added to the compliment, but that would be short lived as he tried for such a straight forward attack. A simple grab? Tch. Didn't this guy know by now he was a logia.
"I'll just phase out of it."
Easily enough, as the two of them intertwined in his grip, Enka's top half began to turn to light, but low and behold he'd failed to account for a key weakness of most all fruit users.
Haki.
Twitched brow froze as suddenly he was hurtling down to the planet, gripped by the waist as the two went rocketing. At this speed and with this much power? Even he couldn't come out of an attack like this unscathed. He had no other choice but to get serious. A technique taught to him by his father long ago to release the body's natural limiter and use one hundred percent of his power. Echoing from the depths of his being while plummeting was the change in strength, eyes closing for a moment before reopening, a surge of electricity peering off the edge. Just as he moved to slam him, another explosion went off nearly at the same time. The combination of energy and rock causing an uproot to the island the duo sat on as, for the moment, it seemed Furin stood alone.
"Hhahahaha. Not bad."
Those moments of solitude, coalesced by running water, debris falling deep into the sea, and dust filled air, suddenly seemed so far away. Cushioning the impact with his own attack then buso'ing his entire body had kept from too harsh an injury, but the pain was there. His top jacket had been ripped to shreds. All that was left as his undercoat which he kept prim and proper. But, not so much, now.
"You know, you're a fellow marine. There are pirates all around us, fighting for this wish. Why would you attack a superior commander?"
This had been something on his mind since this man had assaulted him to begin with. What did he even want?
"Well. . In the grand scheme of things I suppose it doesn't matter anyway. There can be only one winner. Second place is just the best loser. I guess. . I'll just settle with enjoying your strength."
Placing both hands in his pockets, he assumed an uncanny stance. Unlike before, those lifeless eyes had flare. The real Enka had woken up, if only for a short time. It was Furin who done this and it'd be Furin who paid for it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 11:16 pm
  Enka was extremely shifty. He was able to use another attack in order to cushion the impact of the Atlas Bomb. Furin would stand to his feet confused for a bit while he wiped the blood from his brow and his mouth. The battle was beginning to take its toll on him, especially since he had to take the attack head on in order to land a blow. At this point the flame surrounding his body would have momentarily went out, giving a moment of reprieve to such a hard fought battle.
"Hhahahaha. Not bad."
As rain would begin to fall around the surrounding area, Furin would look around at the destruction that was actually caused. This wasn’t rain, but the water that was launched into the air due to the combination of both attacks returning back to the field. Dust wafted through the air, finally clearing enough to where Furin could catch a glimpse of Enka. His clothes were just as tattered and torn as Furin’s.
"You know, you're a fellow marine. There are pirates all around us, fighting for this wish. Why would you attack a superior commander?"
Furin’s brows would clench downwards, indicating his anger towards the question in play. He would clench his fists and look to Enka with determination and say, “I’ve done much investigating Enka. My family and friends were destroyed in one of those buster calls you summoned. As much as I wanted to believe it was a pirate’s doing, I found out through confidential documentation that this was your doing! Something like that is unforgivable, and your death will serve as the atonement for my fallen comrades!” The tectonic plates would almost shift, as if caused by Furin’s outpost of anger. His hair wet from the falling water, he would shake his wet hair from his eyes while unbuttoning his tattered shirt. He would throw the wet shirt to the side.
"Well. . In the grand scheme of things I suppose it doesn't matter anyway. There can be only one winner. Second place is just the best loser. I guess. . I'll just settle with enjoying your strength.", Enka would say to Furin. It would push Furin to a point of anger he hadn’t experienced in a long while, but it would also touch another part of him that he wouldn’t immediately acknowledge. This was a compelling fight, and it was pushing him to length he hadn’t had to in quite some time. If this is going to be the end, he may as well see just how strong the both of them are.
Furin would assume a battle stance, now ready for whatever was to come his way from Enka. “If strength is something that you’re looking for Enka, you’ve found your match.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2020 3:20 pm
“I’ve done much investigating Enka. My family and friends were destroyed in one of those buster calls you summoned. As much as I wanted to believe it was a pirate’s doing, I found out through confidential documentation that this was your doing! Something like that is unforgivable, and your death will serve as the atonement for my fallen comrades!”
What a fool.
"You idiot. The only islands I've ever destroyed are the ones harboring pirate scum. If what you're saying is true, then you're blaming the wrong person for the death of your loved ones."
Head would rear back, watching with almost daring bravado. Nipping at the heels of Furin to see if he'd take the bait. Give into his already boiling anger that was so prevalent in the way he fought. While combat was a contest of strength, the one who fought smarter was the one who came out on top.
"You can only blame them! They decided to consort with pirate kind! They decided to be on the opposite side of justice and for their foolishness, they paid the ultimate price! To keep the world safe, sacrifices must be made and the innocent sometimes die, but there was no innocent among your so called comrades. In my eyes, pirates and those who protect them, are all evil that must be vanquished from this world."
Taking a free hand from his pocket, Enka took a single step forward, reverbing with light and energy to start stepping in and out of reality. The light variant of soru, his own special technique.
"You will die here with the ideals of your comrades running deep in your head. Remember their sins and perish with them, marine-kun."
After several flickering steps about the battlefield, the real Enka appeared behind Furin, hand encased in light in an attempt to pierce his back. I landed, the attack was filled with the intent to kill; a strike to the heart from a blindspot.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2020 6:03 am
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_____𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎
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_______𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎
The heat would roar against her blade as it ate away at it. Ahn, being drawn by it's intensity bore her ground against it's mighty fervor. No. The steam hissing off her flesh as even her sight would start to haze in all of it's intensity. This was merely his cloak.
A barrel of energy shot forward. Creating a tunnel in the wave of heat, letting the rest of it's trail cut up through to the nearest clouds and out further back. The force of the shockwave spreading out the heat outward at best.
The fibers crumbled away into nothing as pale ash spilled from her arm. Red psijic energy coiling off her arm. Revealing the spine of the blade, sizzling as the rest of it's structure would look beyond help reaching close to the pommel.
It was gone.
"Hoooo..." A red mist would stream from her hands...spilling perhaps from the burns she had suffered. From it, iron would come to temper Her into her full length, beyond the brittle blade she appeared to be before. Reforming into her true form, Voyeuse. The tang of the sword looking fuller than it ever was. A formidable blade made in cursed ilk. Cousin to many of the greats.
Shhh.......SHONK! The angled edge would span out into a circular crest. Breaking apart the island they were on for the soil to capture more heat. In that brief respite she would have an opportunity to advance. Cutting through the crumblesome islet to make her mark. A red leer in her grin. Enemies like this were best cut down shortly. Her elbow then fanned out straight with her hand spread out under the handle to support it.
The cut being ever laced with her red spiritual haki as it remained armored when it would swim through the intense heat. The closer she would impound her swing, the heavier the resistance.
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