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Post by SOLO A. ROSE on Apr 9, 2012 20:33:48 GMT -5
The blonde was incredibly mad at this moment. Those bandits had only been here a few days, and they were already robbing everyone blind. In fact they had taken something very dear to him, and he was incredibly angry. He wouldn't let them get away with his white lotus. that was his most prized possession, and the fact that they had even managed to get it away from him was amazing in itself. He was going to find their leader, and hopefully be able to bring the man back alive. However if he couldn't get the man back alive then he would have no problem tearing the man apart limb, from limb. No one messed with his flower, and got away with it. Unsheathing his katana he looked around from location to the other. There was only one problem with his plan to bring the bandit leader to justice. It was that he had absolutely no clue where the man would be.
Maybe if he could catch one of the other bandit's he could force them to tell him. While it was not normally his style he absolutely hated it when people messed with his town. Sure it wasn't the greatest town in all of the blue's, but it was his home town. Where he had been raised, and where his dream of becoming a pirate stemmed from. Many pirates came in, and out of this town, and he admired them. Sure not all of them were great, but the road that they had chosen was just as risky, and he respected, and admired them for that. He wanted to be a great pirate captain, and eventually rise to the rank of Yonko. Amass so much wealth that he, and his crew would never have to worry about money again. One day he would be the most infamous pirate around, and everyone would know him by his trademark lotus.
Standing the middle of an intersection of the town he tried to listen for something. A sound...A movement anything that would allow him to detect his enemies quicker. They wouldn't be able to harm him that easily. In his entire town he was one of the toughest people around, and he was sometimes referred to as "The Shield of Lougetown". Though it wasn't an official title he liked it, and figured if he had to go by something that was what would be his identifier. Smiling at that he continued to hold his katana out to the side to try, and figure where the leader might be.
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Post by LILITH A. ZENITH on Apr 10, 2012 16:50:26 GMT -5
The group of thieves were having their fill, robbing the town, taking the women, beating and tormenting the men. It was pure chaos. But after the first few days, the fun wore off mostly, and the only entertainment they could have was causing the people to bow down and relent to the power of men with weapons. But why stand out in the heat and do that. Instead the group of the bandits that were still residing in the town sat quietly in the bar, having the barmaids and owner tend to their every whim. The other people of the town cowered in their homes licking their wounds.
Inside, gruff and loud voices could be heard, but those same words had dissipated too much to make anything specific out when they reached the ears of Solo. More rustling and the owner of the bar was sent tumbling outside. His face was cut and bruised, barely recognizable through the agony he had been forced to endure. Not only that, just the way he stayed down. It showed that his spirit had been broken, just as the spirit of the town before that.
When his eyes locked onto Solo, he moved a bit, every move obviously making his body shutter in pain. "Son... get away from here. They still have some of the ladies back at their camp. If the men inside don't come back..." He faded off, almost losing consciousness. A shrill cry came from inside the bar as one of the barmaids had a run in with one of the four bandits inside. She was at their mercy though, and there was no escape.
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Post by SOLO A. ROSE on Apr 10, 2012 21:57:46 GMT -5
Solo watched as the bar owner was tossed out of his own establishment, and he was hurt. Anger surged within his the pits of his stomach as the man was on the border of losing consciousness. Walking over to the man he moved his body out of the way, and that was when he heard the scream. Solo's normally calm blue eyes flared to life with a cold fire, that if he could would set all of his enemies on fire. Snarling he rushed into the bar without even thinking about how many guys would be in there. His temper was dictating his movements, and actions right now. Clear thinking was gone, and he was seeing nothing, but red. These four guys were trying to harm a woman, and that was something that Solo wouldn't stand for.
Still running he lowered his shoulder, and attempted to tackle the bandit that was near the girl Hoping that if he was successful that he would knock that bandit into one of the tables, and knock him out so that would be one less person he would have to deal with. Hopefully his random charge into the bar would catch the bandit off guard, and give the girl a chance to escape so he wouldn't have to worry about defending her too. That was his first priority right now. Getting her out of here, and to safety. His reason was because she was kind of cute, and Solo had a soft spot for females, and he would like the chance to flirt with this girl later on if he survived.
This was his town, and he had to protect his hometown with all of his body, and heart. If he failed then he would never be able to achieve his dream of becoming a Yonko. This was his chance to prove that he was worthy of the title of pirate. First he would save the girl. Then he would dispatch the bandits, and then well he didn't know what. Though he would worry about later, later.
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Post by LILITH A. ZENITH on Apr 10, 2012 23:40:03 GMT -5
The men in the room laughed to themselves as the bar owner crawled away after being thrown out. He was a wuss anyway. Any man that couldn't pick up a sword and defend himself wasn't a real man. He even refused to pick up a sword and die to protect the town. His resolve was laughable. So when he crawled away like the trash he was, none of the bandits paid much attention. Instead, they turned that attention to the duo of bar maids, cowering a few meters away. They had even spilled the men's beer when they got startled by the beating of their boss. The squeal came from one of the bar maids when the smallest of the men grabbed her by the arm and yanked her over to him. He wanted a new beer.
The order was never heard however, because a lone boy came barging in the bar loud and possessing no fear. The four looked on with contempt at his blazing spirit. Without so much as a word, he charged and attempted to bulldoze over one of the two intermediate sized men, the victim being the one with the sandy grey hair and lean body build. Instead of being left free though, when his shoulder hit the man in the chest, he grabbed the boy around his midsection and pulled him down over a table with him, locking his legs around the waist when they hit.
From this position it would be hard to move, but Solo could escape with the right application of pain and torque on the man below him. But it wasn't as easy as that either. The man on the bottom started trying to blast Solo with elbows from the ground, and the other three got up. One woman was able to escape, running out the door and heading for her home. The other, however got caught by the wrist and slung back into the middle of the bar. The man who did this was the leader. It was visible by the respect that the others gave him.
He possessed a constant sneer as well as blond hair, and was the other of the medium sized men. The large man had jet black hair and huge rippling muscles, and the smaller man had a deep auburn hair color with a stubbly beard. All in all, these men looked like trouble.
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Post by SOLO A. ROSE on Apr 11, 2012 13:43:00 GMT -5
When he hit the man in the chest he was happy that he managed to lift the man off the ground, but that brief victory was overshadowed when the the man placed Solo in a scissor hold, and dragged him down as well. His grip on his sword tightened so that way he wouldn't lose it in the fall that he had taken. That would put him at a serious disadvantage, and that wasn't something he needed right now. One of the girls managed to get free, but that was when he noticed that the second girl had been caught, and was being held by a man that exuded evil. If he wasn't angry before he was now. He hated men who mistreated women, and he would make that guy pay. Right now though Solo had to figure out how to get out of this hold so that he could get to the girl.
The mans grip on his body was tight, and it didn't help that he was using his elbows to inflict more pain on Solo. The spiky haired blond just laughed a mirthless laugh as the man attempted to hurt him with such pathetic attacks. There was a reason that Solo was called a shield. It was because he could take whatever his opponents dished out. Solo shifted his body so that the majority of the mans blows were hitting his left shoulder, and with his right hand he flipped the blade of his katana downwards, and he drove it downwards. His plan was simple he was going to shove his katana into the mans leg, and hoped that it would cause enough pain, and a good enough distraction for the man to release his hold.
Out of the corners of his eyes he noticed that the other three men had gotten up out of their chairs, and Solo knew that he was going to have a fun time trying to get rid of all them, but he knew that he had to. So that he could get to their leader, and recover his lost White Lotus flower. To save his home, and his prized possession he was going to destroy all these men, and bring the leader to the townspeople, and they could decide what they wanted to do with him. Though knowing them after what these men had done, they would not be lenient to him.
"You're g'nna haf to do b'tter than tha matey. If ye wanna hurt me." the young blonde said. His voice sounding like he was in a drunken stupor, but that wasn't the case. Growing up in a place where he was constantly around pirates, and other people that were less than socially accepted by the world. His speech pattern was greatly affected by it.
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Post by LILITH A. ZENITH on Apr 11, 2012 15:15:44 GMT -5
The elbows of the man connected over and over again, a couple hitting the boy's shoulder and neck area. It couldn't be good for him to take all these hits. But just when the man thought he had Solo finished, a sword pierced his leg. Immediately, he relinquished his hold and rolled away in pain. Problem with that was, when he rolled away, he pulled the sword along with him, placing the boy's weapon two meters over to the side with one of the enemies gripping the pierced leg which surrounded it tightly. That would put him at a disadvantage for what was to come.
The big guy came forward, and the small man moved over into the doorway while the leader just stood back. He was more worried with the girl cowering in the corner now. No way Solo could possibly beat both of his boys there. Without his sword, no telling how fast he would fall. Then the four would be right back to their previous position. They would round up a few more bar maids and make a party out of it. At least that's what the leader had running through his mind.
The big man wanted to crush the boy for having the audacity to challenge his manhood and authority over the weak citizens. The wounded one wanted revenge for his leg, and the little one by the door was amused by it all. "So boy ~" he cooed, almost laughing at his determination. "Here you stand, between a rock and a hard place. I sure don't envy you." And with that, the big man delivered a powerful jab, that would hurt even Solo. He was slow, but this jab still held plenty of speed. And if it hit, it would open the way for slower, much more devastating punches to follow.
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Post by SOLO A. ROSE on Apr 11, 2012 16:52:00 GMT -5
Well his plan partially worked. When the blade sank into the tender flesh of the mans leg, and it had the desired effect of making the man roll away. Though now he was a ways away, and his sword was still lodged in the mans leg. That would impair his movement, and that would be one problem taken care of for the moment. However he still had to worry about the smaller guy, and the bigger guy, and then the one that was holding the girl away. He had to save her, and he had to finish them off quickly. Solo's endurance was above average, but even he had his limits, and he knew that they were going to be tested in this fight. A snarl still curved on his lips he listened to the man by the door speak.
Then the big man was throwing a punch at him. His body was big, and bulky, and the punch wasn't nearly as fast as it could have been, which made it easier for Solo to duck under the strike, and run towards the man that still had his sword lodged in his leg. If he wanted to win he would have to get his sword back that was his current priority. These guys were gloating thinking they had him pinned down, but that wasn't the case. No he was tougher than what they gave him credit for, and he smiled as he was soon next to the man that had the sword in his leg. Hoping that he would be able to get it out he reached down, and grabbed the sword by the handle, and attempted to yank it out of the mans leg.
The big guy was going to be his biggest problem because he was probably the strongest out of them all, and he would need to beat him first. Though to do that he would need his katana, and once he got that back he would be able to do some serious damage to his foe.
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Post by LILITH A. ZENITH on Apr 11, 2012 20:12:52 GMT -5
The big man drew nothing but air on his jab, despite it being quite accurate. The boy ducked under and dashed to the side, getting to his sword before anyone could step in the way. And with a quick tug, the sword was liberated from the man's leg, drawing a cry of agony. That man rolled over, trying to stop the blood flow. It appeared that the sword had struck something unlucky in that leg and he was in trouble. But despite that being rather painfully obvious when the pool of blood started to widen, none of the other bandits went to help. Weak links weren't tolerated in this group.
His cries continued as the big man moved in again, looping a bit and obscuring the smaller man behind his broad shoulders. He then proceeded to grab a chair and toss it at Solo, grabbing another and anticipating where he would roll. He swung there, attempting to bash the boy unconscious. His blows were devastatingly strong, and not overly slow. He was quite quick for his size. Meanwhile, the smaller man was still nowhere to be seen.
The boss laughed over at the side where he had found himself a seat in the corner watching. The very scared looking girl was sitting on the side of his lap trembling slightly while pouring him some more beer. He seemed so conceited where he was sitting now, but then, he was holding all the cards. A large group of bandits on the outskirts, a hostage, the big and small man combo here in the bar, and even his own fighting skills were impressive.
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