Unexpected Events
Here is chapter 11. I'm gonna make more of an effort to be more descriptive and try and improve my writing. I know it's been pretty sloppy in the previous chapters and I apologise for that.
I'm gonna expand a bit more on Blake and her insanity and why it's a thing in this chapter.
PLEASE READ: I'm gonna edit something I done on the previous chapter. If you've already read the unedited version then I will be putting a segment a little further done that shows the edit so you don't have to go and re read the last chapter.
BEFORE EDIT: It's a technique they were taught their whole lives. The mind shut's down and the persons emotions are blocked so they can't interfere in the fight. It's almost like the users body is being possessed by something that knows nothing besides killing. It's what the Adorin family were known for. And Blake was a master of it from a young age, she made the Adorin family even more famous and feared. Going out on missions and leaving no one that crossed her path alive, she quickly earned a nickname in the criminal underworld; Little miss merciless.
AFTER EDIT: It's a technique they were taught their whole lives. The mind shut's down and the persons emotions are blocked so they can't interfere in the fight. It's almost like the users body is being possessed by something that knows nothing besides killing. It's what the Adorin family were known for. Blake, however, was different. When Blake fights, her mind automatically shuts out all emotions without the need of this technique, all except negative emotions. Blake tends to not let her emotions interfere in fights anyway, but when she gets emotional in a fight, all she feels is the unblocked negative emotions. This sudden spike of negative emotion with nothing to balance it out sends Blake into a state of temporary insanity where her true, sadistic and ruthless nature is revealed.
With Blake's neutrality and her cold indifference to murder along with her insanity spikes made the Adorin family even more famous and feared. Blake going out on missions and leaving no one that crossed her path alive, she quickly earned a nickname in the criminal underworld; Little miss merciless. End of edit.
The edit is far better in my opinion and it explains why Blake all of a sudden goes insane during the semi-finals. I wish I was a little more descriptive and took more time during the last chapter, it seemed pretty sloppily and hastily done. I apologise.
Anyway, on with the chapter.
Blake vehemently tapped her foot on the ground. It had been an hour since the last semi-final match started and she was feeling incredibly bored. Seriously, that little wimp can't possibly being giving the guy with the hat a hard time. She already tried to start a conversation with the other occupant in the room but was met by stony silence. One thing Blake noticed during their very short interaction was the way the larger woman's shoulders tensed and the way her hands balled into fists when Blake first tried talking to her.
Blake looked over to the woman. Maybe she's had some kind of bad experience with people in the past. Blake scanned the woman. She was tall, at least six foot. She had purple hair that was pulled back into a tight pony tail. She carried a large mace on her hip and a hoplon shield on her back. She was well built, had oddly broad shoulders and looked overall intimidating.
The woman looked over and Blake didn't bother looking away. Instead, she let their eyes lock, Blake couldn't help but notice how the light made her eyes seem like they were glowing. The woman looked away after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence but it was too late by that point. Blake already noticed the look of fear in her eyes. She smirked, having figured the woman out. She's a scared, timid girl. She trained her body to make herself seem intimidating so people wouldn't mess with her. But she clearly hasn't trained her mind. Guess she won all her previous fights through overwhelming strength.
Blake was brought from her thoughts when the commotion from the arena died down and was replaced with cheering. Seems it's finally over. A few moments later a man was brought out on a stretcher and Blake was stunned to find it was the guy with the hat that was being taken a way. Wait, he lost? Blake turned back to the entrance way and found the other man walk through, seemingly uninjured. Just like when Blake came back after her match, the man cowered away from her and shot nervous and jumpy glances her way.
Blake didn't know how to take this new bit of information. She looked over to the other female of the room and by the look on her face she was just as shocked and Blake was. Blake felt a wave of excitement rush down her spine at the thought of this guy being a fun challenger.
Law was lost in thought, idly scratching Rin's head, sometimes the girl seemed more like a cat, with how much she enjoyed head pets. He was thinking back on the previous match, it was between two men. One of them was an unknown and he was very nervous and very twitchy. The other was a crowd favourite, the champion of the previous tournament apparently. At first, the man with the hat - the champion - was the one everyone assumed was going to win.
But Law remembered the twitchy mans fights from earlier. He won all seven of his preliminaries in mere seconds, without moving a muscle no less. Law knew it wasn't haki, he would have felt it otherwise. One thing he took note of; the fact the wind picked up just after the match started and just before the other contestant dropped to the ground. But then the wind was gone as soon as the match was over.
This match however, the twitchy guy actually moved around, except he was more messing around the entire fight. He only attacked once during the whole fight, that was over an hour after the match began. That one attack was what ended the match, it knocked the other man out cold. No, that's not correct. The man started bleeding, seemingly from cuts that mysteriously appeared on his body. Law brought a hand up to his chin in thought. His other hand still scratching Rin's head, who was getting drowsy from the pleasant feeling it gave her.
Given the fact that the wind picked up right as he attacked in this match as well, it's safe to assume that he's a devil fruit user that has some sort of control over the wind. Maybe not the wind specifically, but that's definitely part of his power. The most important question would be; what's the extent of his power? There's always a danger in engaging in combat with an unknown devil fruit. You never fully know what to expect. I just hope Blake doesn't rush in with a half assed plan.
Law allowed his mind to calm down, not bothering to continue his train of thought. He assumed he still had sometime before the finals started, he tapped Rin on the shoulder, prompting her attention. She turned her head, her tiredness all but forgotten. "How about another ice cream?" Law questioned. Rin's face instantly lit up. She violently nodded her head, so much so that Law was worried she'd give herself wipe lash or injure her neck in some way.
Rin jumped off his lap and started running for the ice cream vendor, Law watched her messy blonde hair bounce as she went. Law slowly walked after her, keeping his nodachi at his side in case it was needed. Rin stopped at the entrance to the main corridor of the colloseum. This corridor went round the entire colloseum so this way the main way round the large structure. As such there was quite a lot of vendors and stalls for refreshments if needed. Rin ran ahead after Law caught up. A few minutes later, Law noticed that the amount of people started growing and went to shout for Rin to come back and stick close to him.
As he opened his mouth he noticed Rin bump into someone, the little girl fell down onto her backside and looked up to see the person who she ran into. A large, bald man stared down at her, clearly annoyed. Law sped up, planning to get Rin away from the man. As he got closer he heard the man say something to the still sitting girl. He didn't hear all of it but he heard something about an apology and talking. He assumed that the man asked for an apology and maybe made a comment on Rin not talking.
When Law almost got to them, the large man bent over and made to grab Rin. Law sprinted forward and punched the man on the cheek, throwing him back a few feet and into a pile of crates that leaned against a wall. Law straightened up and leaned his nodachi on his shoulder, glaring at the man that was still pulling himself out of the crates that Law punched him into.
Law felt angry, angrier than he expected himself to feel. The thought of someone hurting Rin made him seethe with anger. He still wasn't sure what it was that made him feel strongly connected to the girl. He looked down and found Rin clinging to his leg, tears threatening to fall down the girls cheeks. He looked back up when he heard the man successfully get out of the pile of splintered wood.
The man looked around, trying to get his bearings then shot Law a glare when he looked in his direction. The large man walked slowly over to Law. He probably thinks he looks scary. In actuality he looks like an idiot. Law rolled his eyes and tapped his foot in mock exasperation. The man huffed and charged. Law - probably a little roughly - pushed Rin over to the side so she wasn't in any danger and threw his nodachi onto the ground next to the girl. When the man was close enough, Law rushed forward so that he was in the mans defences.
Obviously not expecting the sudden movement, the man reeled back in shock but couldn't stop himself quick enough. Law smashed the heel of his right palm into the mans chin and thrust his hand out and caught the mans throat. Bringing his knee up, he hit the man in his gut to which he couldn't help but crumple around the attack. Law brought his elbow down on the mans head and smirked when his face hit the ground with satisfying thud. Flipping the man over onto his back, Law bent into a crouch to see if the man was still conscious. After a brief inspection revealed that the man had fell unconscious after his head hit the ground.
Standing back up, Law looked over at Rin, who was currently sitting with a dejected pout while hugging Law's nodachi to her chest. Law chuckled at how ridiculously big the large weapon looked in her arms. He walked over and patted the girls head, her mood brightened significantly now that his attention was back on her. She got up and ran off, dragging Law's nodachi with her. Law smiled and followed after her.
It was another thirty minutes after the last match ended that the three combatants were called out for the finals match. Blake walked behind the large woman, the weird twitchy guy walking far behind Blake. When they got onto the arena, they stood around, waiting for the match to start. Blake looked around, scanning the audience. A lot of them were throwing Blake worried or scared glances. Guess my little show earlier wasn't for everyone.
Blake then looked over to where she knew her crew were sitting. Blake couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips when she seen Rin contently licking away at an ice cream. Law looked as bored as always. Penguin and Shachi seemed to be arguing over something, and the way they kept glancing behind them she reckoned it had something to do with the blonde sitting behind them in nothing but a bikini and by the way her face contorted every time they glanced her way, Blake assumed the woman was aware of it. Bepo was at this very moment, passed out.
Shaking her head, Blake turned back to the current situation. The large woman was readying for the fight; mace held in her left hand and shield on her right. Blake quickly scanned the woman and done what she's best at; analyse. Large, bulky. Slow? Probably. Strength; too strong to risk taking a hit from. Devil fruits; Possible but unlikely, would have no need for mace and shield otherwise. Possible weaknesses; legs left very exposed, back has no visible armour, strike there. Other weapons? Unlikely but possibly a few hidden daggers or similar blades hidden in clothing. Training; Self taught, poor posture, seen taking test swings, very sloppy but very powerful, avoid mace at all costs. Combat style; most likely up close and personal, probably tries to land blows with mace while defending with shield and also uses shield to unbalance and daze opponents. Threat level; Medium. Priority; High. Lack of information is annoying. Mostly speculation. Blake paused in her analysis for a second, examining the woman for anything else noteworthy. Satisfied that nothing else important stood out she started on a strategy.
Strategy; Play defensive, try to knock off balance and strike back and legs when possible. Always keep track of her mace, shield shouldn't be too big a threat. Knock mace out of hand if possible. Bow will be good for keeping pressure on her from a distance. Daggers will be good for defending against mace if absolutely needed and for hitting legs when opportunity shows itself. Devil fruit will be crucial in this fight. Can't lose control and go insane, need my wits about me at all times.
Satisfied with her strategy for the large woman, Blake turned to the twitchy man. Small, skinny. Fast? No, weak looking legs. Strength; Nothing special. Devil fruits; Most likely. Has no other visible weapons and body looks to weak for hand to hand combat. Possible weaknesses; Unknown. Weapons; None visible and no good concealing points on clothing for hidden weapons. Training; Unknown. Combat style; Unknown. Threat level; High. Priority; Take down as soon as possible. Do not underestimate, made it to finals without a scratch, must be powerful.
Strategy; Be very cautious, be defensive, wait to figure out abilities and do not rush. Use bow to force a reaction if necessary. Don't engage in close range combat until powers and strength level is gauged correctly.
Blake forced herself out of her thoughts. Thankfully with a plan for both of her opponents now. She hated her lack of information on the twitchy man. She knew literally nothing of the man. Even her information on the woman is mostly speculation from what she's observed. If us competitors were allowed to watch the other fighters matches then I would be far more confident. To keep the fights fair, the fighters weren't allowed to witness the other matches.
A few minutes passed before the alarm that signified the match was going to start soon sounded. Blake got out her daggers, deciding to take the large woman down first. Both of her opponents were high priority targets, the man more so but she wanted to get the woman out the way first. When the match bell rang, Blake rushed forward, straight towards to woman. Blake had been facing towards the man before the match started, to make the woman think she was gonna target him first.
When she was in range, Blake lashed out in a flurry of slashes, forcing the large woman onto the defensive. Gotta force my advantage as much as I can before I have to go on the defensive. She aimed her blows mostly at the woman's legs. Blake was forced to retreat when a mace was swung at her head, flipping back to get some distance. Blake brought her daggers up and crossed them over her chest, her right hand positioned above her left shoulder and her left hand positioned by her right shoulder blade. Blake scanned the woman, seeing the extent of her flurry of blows.
Her legs had a few cuts and some deep gashes on her legs. The large woman cursed under her breathe and started advancing towards Blake with her shield raised so the top part was covering the bottom of her face. Blake glanced over at the man only to find him crouching and poking at something on the ground. Not worrying over the strange man for now, she turned back to the approaching woman. The woman stopped advancing a safe distance away and the next few minutes passed with the circling each other. Shit. I thought she would be far more aggressive than this. This is making my strategy useless.
Blake, getting impatient charged at the woman. Guess I'll just have to try and do the other tactic; Unbalance her.
Blake approached the woman at full speed and waited for the woman to bring her shield up in front of her. Blake slashed at the woman right thigh when she was close enough, forcing the woman done onto a knee. Just as Blake hoped, the woman didn't drop her shield. Blake jumped into the air and made it obvious that she was gonna go in for a punch. Just as she hoped, the woman braced against the punch.
When her hand made contact with the shield, Blake spread her fingers out and pushed herself into a forward flip, using the shield to hold her weight as she went. When behind the large woman, Blake stabbed a dagger into each of the woman's sides, just below the ribs. Imbuing her right knee with the force of at least ten sledgehammers. Using the daggers as leverage, Blake brought her leg forward, prepared to break the woman's spine.
Just before her leg made contact, a sudden rush of wind blew her off balance and she was forced to roll away, not managing to pull her daggers from the woman's sides. Blake stood up, and quickly scanned the area for the man. Where the hell is he? I can't see him anywhere. Blake was forced from her thoughts when a sudden blast of wind hit her back, sending her stumbling forward.
Using the momentum from the blast, she went into a forward roll and turned mid roll to get a look behind her. Only to find no one there. Realising that the forced forward roll would have put her back next to the larger woman she looked behind her and noticed the woman only now starting to get up, pulling the daggers from her sides.
Blake ran over to the woman and shoulder-checked her. The woman stumbled forward but quickly regained her balance and spun round to face Blake, while at the same time throwing her shield at her. Blake, not expecting the attack, stopped mid-run and attempted to avoid the shield but was too late and took the shield full force on the nose, hearing a deafening crack. Blake's head flew back at the hit and it was enough to send her tumbling back onto the ground.
Groaning Blake sat up, holding her now broken and bloody nose. She looked up just in time to see the woman swinging her mace around, aiming at her head. Throwing herself back down onto the ground, Blake braced her hands behind her head and pushed off the ground when she sent herself into a backwards roll. Frantically looking around, Blake found her daggers behind the now charging woman. Cursing, Blake applied armament haki to both her arms, praying that the bigger woman didn't have haki. This is the only way i'll be able to block that mace.
When in range, the woman swung the mace in an overhead slam, Blake crossed her arms above her head and took the blow, knees almost buckling under the pressure. Too strong. Her arms, even while covered in haki still hurt from the sheer strength thrown into the attack. Managing to force the mace away, Blake coated her arms in her haki and threw two powerful punches at the woman's ribs. Bring her hands back up by her face, Blake prepared to block any in coming attacks.
Using her observation she managed to pin point the twitchy man somewhere behind her. Chancing a glance over her shoulder, Blake was greeted by empty space. The hell is happening? Where is that bastard? Refocusing on the woman in front of her, Blake noticed that she was once again going on the defensive and had the shield in front of her face. She looks weak, her face is pale and her legs are shaking slightly. The blood loss must be getting to her. Smirking, she decided to use that to her advantage.
Blake closed her eyes and forced her breathing to slow. Reaching down to her throwing knife holster, she took 3 out of each holster and held each of them in-between her fingers on both hands. Keeping her eyes closed, Blake dashed forward. Using my observation haki I can speed up my reaction time by quite a bit, one of the perks of becoming aware of every little change in your immediate vicinity.
Mace coming from the right, aimed at head. Ducking down, Blake managed to avoid the mace and as she was coming back up into a stand, she threw one of the knifes and hit the woman in the arm, forcing the mace from her arms. Shield bash to the gut. Shooting her hand out, Blake managed to redirect the shield so that it went past her left side. Bringing her right leg up, Blake slammed it onto the side of the woman's face. Blake threw a knife at hit the stumbling woman in her left calf. Gritting her teeth, the woman stood up and spun round, shooting her shield out into a throw.
Shield throw to the face. Blake stepped to the side and stuck her hand out. Catching hold of the shield straps, Blake let the momentum from the throw spin her around and she used the same momentum to throw the shield back to it's owner. Not managing to react in time, the shield hit the woman in the gut, winding her. Blake finally opened her eyes, squinting at the light that hit her violet eyes.
Walking over, Blake her third knife at the woman's hand that was currently on the ground, pinning it down. The woman screamed and looked up to glare at Blake, just in time to see a knife flying at her head, her eyes shot open but it was already too late. Blake put the last two knives into their holsters and walked over to the body of the woman. She winced when she bent down, the wind nipping against her sensitive nose. Blake proceeded to pull the knives out of the woman and stood back up.
Blake only now noticed the cheers from the crowd, glancing around, she spotted some people standing up and cheering, some people looking disappointed and even some looking completely in-different. Blake noticed one particular pair of people who were crying. The woman's family maybe? Blake looked back at her downed opponent and started to feel a little bit of shame creep up her neck but she quickly shook her head. No, I can't go being soft and feel sorry for her family, if she didn't want them to mourn and lose a loved one then she shouldn't have entered a tournament that allowed killing. It's her own fault. Even thought she told herself that, Blake glanced back over at the mourning couple and found the man glaring daggers at her, she looked sheepishly down at the ground.
Law watched Blake, his confusion of the girl growing. Inside of battle the girl is completely merciless and will kill her enemies without batting an eye. But out of battle she's the complete opposite. She's showing regret for killing? If she's just gonna regret it after words then why can she kill without a second thought. It's as if her mind is forcing her to not think about consequences of her actions when in battle. Or maybe it her that's forcing herself not to think of the consequences. Law sighed, feeling a headache come on. I swear, this girl is gonna lead me to an early grave.
Blake walked over to her daggers and picked them up, her guard on full alert, waiting for any sort of attack from the twitchy man. Blake stood up and put her daggers back into the sheathes and turned around. Glancing around, she confirmed that the guy was indeed no where in sight. Well shit, this is a predicament. Putting her hands on her hips, Blake waited for something to happen.
After two minutes of waiting around, Blake got bored and decided to try and force the guy out. "Come on out you coward. You gonna fight me or just hide like a little baby?" Blake huffed when she got no response. Sitting on the ground, Blake sat with her legs crossed and poked at a stone on the floor. She could hear the crowd muttering about something but she didn't really pay attention. She looked over at Law and Rin and quirked a brow when she seen Law. What's he doing? Blake squinted her eyes to focus them better. He's pointing...up? Confused, she looked straight up.
Blake's eyes shot open, about one-hundred meters up, the twitchy guy sat on the air, his legs crossed and facing directly at the ground. "The hell?" Blake jumped to her feet and continued to stare.
"You found me." The mans face broke out into a creepy lopsided smile. He stood up and spun in the air, his head pointing directly at the ground and the bottom of his feet pointing to the sky above. Blake unsheathed her daggers with a flourish, spinning each blade on a finger before bringing them in front of her face. Her daggers glinted in the sunlight, reflecting onto her face and giving her an oddly sinister look. Blake looked to the ground then back up to the man in the sky.
Bringing her daggers in front of her, she morphed them into the bow form then took aim. This time, Blake coated the entire arrow in her devil fruit. Letting the arrow fly, she watched it go. The man moved to the side and the arrow went harmlessly past him. Blake smirked.
Anyone would be able to dodge that obvious off course arrow. Blake brought her fingers up in front of her, holding her index to her thumb.
"Impact trap: Arrow bomb." Blake snapped her fingers and the man in the sky quirked a brow. The arrow behind the man emitted a flash of light, to which the man turned towards. As he turned his head, the arrow exploded and the man was hit full force in the face, being blasted down to the ground.
Blake walked over to the man gasping on the ground, a dent in the ground where he landed. "Hurt didn't it?" The man looked to her out the corner of his eyes. "That explosion won't burn or feel hit, it's an explosion of pure force. You just got hit in the face by what was basically 400kg of force. Surprised you survived that, guess that weak looking body is just for show." Blake loved her devil fruit sometimes. She still had no clue how it worked. Her Father once described it as being able to imbue things with a kind of energy that will detonate on impact with something or when she manually sets it off. She can also suck all the force out of something, it's risky and incredibly hard to use in combat as she has to be touching the object she wants to suck the impact out of. She can make a punch from a fully grown man feel like nothing more than being tapped by a feather.
She stood above the man, as he glared up at her. "Blake Adorin." The girl in question flinched. "Such a shame what happened to your family, you have my condolences." The man stood up, now acting nowhere near as weird as he was earlier. No he seemed like some confident, high class guy. Blake blanched. "I-wha...the hell?" Blake shouted, staring in disbelief at the guy in front of her.
"How are you faring after your families passing?" The hell is with the small talk? She thought incredulously. She decided to humour the man.
"Well, I'm faring well. Still get depressed ever now and then when the memories come back...but what you gonna do, they're gone and there's nothing I can do...to change that." Blake swallowed, suddenly finding her throat dry. She would not cry in front of this stranger and definitely not in front of this crowd.
"How do you feel about the Rodil family?" Blake glared at the man, deciding against humouring him.
"And why does that matter to you?"
"Please, just answer the question." Blake was starting to get suspicious.
"I hate them, I've hated them most of my life, they've been at war with my family since before I was born, and I mean war; battles, bloodshed, deaths...so many deaths. I found out after a bit of research that the eldest son of the Rodil family was the one that organised the attack on my family home, if I ever meet him, I swear I will kill him."
"Miss Adorin, do you know who I am?" Blake quirked an eyebrow then shook her head, the man took a bow.
"Pano Rodil, the eldest son of the Rodil family, at your...humble service." The man looked up and sent Blake a mocking smile at the pause. Blake's face paled and the grip on her bow, slackened, sending the weapon to the floor.
Blake's head was a swirl of thoughts., but one stood out above all else; This guy is responsible for my families death. Blake didn't know when her knees gave out from under her, but she realised that she was sitting on the floor when a head forced her to look up, directly into the eyes of Pano Rodil.
Blake felt her anger flare when she was forced to look at him but she couldn't summon any strength to fight back. He crouched down so he could whisper in her ear. "Want to know something fun? Your older brother helped us with the slaughter of your family." Blake's brow's shot up into her hairline at that, but she quickly steeled her gaze into a glare.
"Fuck you, I don't believe you." She screamed, trying to stand up but her legs refused to respond.
"Oh? That's a surprise. A damn Adorin not believing the truth when it's right in front of them. No wonder such barbarians were bested so easily." Blake hardened her glare.
"Don't you dare talk bad about my family." She was still screaming.
"And why not? The idiot of a man you called a father was doomed from the start, he never stood a chance against my father, your family were simply a stepping stone for us, a pebble in an entire ocean if you will. The weak always fall pray to the strong, in this case; The Adorin's fell pray to the Rodil's. I think that gives me the right to talk bad on your family all I please." Blake felt tears prick at her eyes.
"Aww, going to cry? Just like your bitch of an older sister?"
"Wha-what?"
"Ohh, how silly of me, I forgot to tell you. He have your older sister." It took Blake a second to recover from the new information
"I swear to god, if you so much as touch a hai-"
"You'll do what? You've already threatened to kill me." Blake growled in anger. He stood back up and looked at her.
"Don't worry yourself, she's enjoying her stay with us. Well, as much as someone who's tortured for four hours everyday could enjoy it." He turned around and started walking away. Blake felt her anger reach an all time new high. Forcing herself to her feet, Blake picked up her bow and broke it into the two daggers and dashed towards the man.
When she slashed, her dagger went through him, the man in question looked round at her. "That's not very nice." He spun around on his heel and punched her in the gut. Grabbing her hair he brought her head down as he brought his knee up. Her face made contact with his knee in a yet another sickening crack. Stumbling back, Blake dropped one of her daggers in favor of holding her nose.
Pano rushed forward and punched her gut another three times, sweeped her legs out from under her and slammed his knee into her back. Frowning when he didn't hear a snap. Grabbing her face, Pano threw her head onto the ground, dazing her when her head roughly impacted the surface. Pano delivered a swift kick to her ribs when she tried getting up, forcing her to lay on her side. Crouching, Pano wasn't able to avoid the powered up punch thrown at his face. He was thrown across the arena and impacted hard onto the hard ground.
Law frowned at the fight before him, this wasn't a fight anymore, this was a one-sided massacre. He felt the impulse to step in and help, but he knew this was her fight, he could tell from the conversation earlier. He looked around, everyone was enjoying the show before them. He looked down at Rin and found the girl still softly sobbing into his now wet hoodie. The girl had started crying when Pano made himself known as the eldest son of the Rodil family and continued to cry harder as Blake's pain and injuries got worse.
Springing back onto his feet, Pano watched Blake slowly raise to her feet. She's on her last legs. Rushing over to his target, Pano shoulder-checked the girl and grabbed one of her arms as she stumbled back, pulling her towards him, he placed the palm of his left hand against her gut. Blake dropped to the ground when she felt the pang against her gut. Confused when the pang quickly vanished, never getting worse than a slight pain. She stood up again and reeled back when she was punched in the face.
Not letting her recover, Pano leaped forward and brought his heel down on her head in an axe kick, letting her head make contact with the floor, he bent down and grabbed her hair once again. Pulling her head up so he could look at her bloody face, he grinned and threw her into the air and delivered a spinning kick to the girls gut, all the air rushing from her lungs was like music to his ears.
Blake flew through the air towards the wall and slammed into it, Blake fell motionless to the ground. Shit, everything is going black. It hurts, my body hurts. I don't wanna die. Blake tried and failed to move her head and look at her oncoming threat.
"Well, that was certainly a beating you took." She heard the bastards voice somewhere near her but couldn't pin point it, she didn't really care at this point, she just wanted the pain in her gut to go away. But it only continued to get worse.
"-bout dead anyway, think I'll just leave you here. You're sister on the other hand, I'll get to kill her nice and slowly, with my own hands." Blake wasn't sure where she got the strength, but with a sudden burst of energy, her hand went to the pouch on her thigh and pulled out a small pink pill. I hoped i'd never need to use this, but fuck it. Swallowing the pill, Blake let her negative emotions take over.
The last thing Blake saw before falling unconscious was the look of horror on Pano's face.
And there's chapter 11. Hope you beautiful people enjoyed it.
I'm sorry about Blake's devil fruit, I know it's kinda all over the place but I'm still trying to sort out the specifics of it.
Please rate and review, would really appreciate it.
