The Infinity Pirates Versus the One Man Army
"Zesiro!" said Hiro-Shu as the Fishman rushed past them. He looked ahead. Zesiro was already at the next corner, turning around it at high speeds. "Wonder what's up with him?"
"I think he's worried about Mikoto," said Sage. Ordinarily Hiro-Shu would've said something to cheer her up, but the way she said those words made it sound ultimate. Like she knew.
"Funny, you say it like you worried about Mikoto," said Hiro-Shu, chuckling. He was also worried about Mikoto, but he wasn't going to let Sage know and start worrying.
"I am now," said Sage, "before I agreed with you…Mikoto isn't one to let himself be crushed, but I could've sworn just then I heard Mikoto scream…"
Hiro-Shu swiveled around. He heard the scream, too, he just didn't want Sage to worry. "Well, then we'd better stop dawdling and get going then. But don't worry me and Mikoto are made of the same stuff. Hard, unbeatable steel." Hiro-Shu braced himself.
Sage nodded. Hiro-Shu started to run in the same direction as Zesiro. True he wasn't as fast as Zesiro. Not by a long shot, but it sure was faster then before.
(-With Mikoto-)
"This is my favorite part of a fight," said Karasu, "the part where my enemy dies!" Karasu picked Mikoto up by the throat. He tossed Mikoto into the air. "Just think in a week the poison in Ridley's system would've worked its way through and have killed him, you will be together again!" He slammed his fist at full speed into Mikoto's gut sending him flying clear across the room. Mikoto slammed into the ground with a loud grunt.
"Ahh…" said Mikoto rolling over onto his stomach. He put his hand down and tried to force himself to stand up again.
Karasu put his foot on top of Mikoto and forced him back down to the ground. Mikoto coughed up more blood. "Still alive…I hate people like you!" Karasu lifted his foot off and picked Mikoto up and stared in his eyes. "Why can't you just die? Make my job easier for me!" Karasu tossed Mikoto through the room with relatively little effort.
Mikoto coughed up more blood from his spot. He just lied there. "Bi…bot boo bo thumfing…you urt by brin (I…got to do something…you hurt my friend)."
"What? I'm sorry I couldn't understand that," said Karasu, "see you've got a little blood. Right there…" he was pointing straight at Mikoto mouth. "Let me just fix it for you." He clenched his fist and launched a single devastating punch to Mikoto's head. Mikoto yelped. "Pathetic." Karasu turned around and started to walk away, but he stopped cold instead. He stopped because he could still hear breathing. Rough, ragged, dragged out, painful breathing. "JUST DIE ALREADY!" Karasu spun around shouting.
Mikoto was already done back on his feet. One arm extended, one foot slightly back. His stance suggested that he was ready to continue this fight. The pool of blood at his feet suggested that he couldn't. Karasu casually strode back up to him. He flicked him on the forehead. Mikoto wavered in place for a minute before collapsing back down onto the ground. He huffed and turned around. He took a few paces and then heard footsteps approach him from behind. He turned around. There was a mako shark Fishman standing above Mikoto. "Who are you?"
"I'm a friend of the man you just pummeled," said Zesiro, "and I don't know how you beat my captain, but you aren't going to beat me." Zesiro drew both of his blades simultaneously and took his stance. Both swords in front of him as he stared down Karasu.
"Scary," said Karasu sarcastically, "If I were you I would've ran out of here the instance I saw that kid's bloody body laying on the ground."
"Yeah, I guess I'm just better then you are," said Zesiro with a chuckle.
"You'll pay for that!" shouted Karasu charging at Zesiro. He swung his right arm out in front of him. Zesiro brought his blades up to block ready to sever the man's arm as soon as it made contact. Karasu punched Zesiro's swords, and much to Zesiro's chagrin his swords didn't dig into Karasu's hand his muscles formed such a solid wall his sword's couldn't cut it without proper momentum. Zesiro was thrown back due to his ignorance.
"Guess you got some thick skin," said Zesiro checking to make sure his swords had retained their sharpness from his previous fights, not believing that Karasu's fist was really that tough. He groaned as he saw the blade was just as sharp as he remembered it.
Karasu was already on top of Zesiro launching another barrage of punches onto Zesiro. Zesiro deftly avoided the punches, trying to find enough room in Karasu's wild and random barrage of fists to get a swing in. He couldn't find a single opening, he jumped back to try to get more room. Bad move. When he jumped back he left himself open just long enough for Karasu to get one square right hook into his gut sending him back a few feet.
Zesiro cursed under his breath as he lamented his stupidity. Karasu was above him in the few seconds he spent. Karasu slammed his elbow straight down into Zesiro's back forcing him to the ground with enough power to kill rhino. Karasu smirked confidently over Zesiro's limp, and probably broken, body.
"Cascading Cuts!" Zesiro leaped into action despite his injuries he grasped his swords tightly and leaped straight upwards delivering several powerful cuts into Karasu's legs, then abdomen, then finally leaving a small cut from Karasu's chin to just below his left eye. Karasu stumbled back. "Devilfish Finisher!" Zesiro confidently slammed both of his sword's into Karasu's body forming an X. Zesiro then quickly dragged his swords away in a zigzag fashion leaving several mutilating cuts across his chest.
Karasu slammed his fist into Zesiro's body knocking him briefly into the air. Karasu then grabbed and got a firm grip over Zesiro's throat and began to squeeze. Zesiro's swords clattered against the ground as he dropped them. Zesiro's hand went up to his throat trying to pry away Karasu's hand, but due to the lack of oxygen he couldn't force Karasu's hand to open up.
"The poor minnow," said Karasu obviously enjoying Zesiro's pain, "Can't you do anything to free yourself. After all, I've heard that Fishman were supposed to be superior to us humans. Naturally evolved from us. With superior strength, intelligence, and skills. Wait a second though, I am superior to everything, humans, animals, and Fishmen!" Karasu's grip tightened, his muscles convulsed.
"Do you want me to ease up on your throat? Maybe even put you down? Only thing you have to do is speak up and ask me," said Karasu with his free hand he cuffed his ear pretending to listen intently, "no, you are fine with me choking you? Fine! I'll keep at it, then!" Zesiro's hands were still stumbling at his neck trying to free himself.
Karasu's eyes went blank for a second. His stomach gurgled. He released Zesiro from the vice-like grip. His hands grabbed hold of his stomach. He lost his lunch all over the floor right next to Zesiro. Zesiro didn't complain, he was too busy trying to recover from being strangled.
"Fist of Iron! Golem's Fury!" shouted a deep voice. A hard iron incased fist collided into Karasu's side sending Karasu sliding down his hands still covering his sides. He looked across the room. Two new people had entered the room. A girl and a large man who was currently wearing iron gauntlets. The girl was sitting up on a trolley her hands pointing at him. He wiped a little vomit from his lip.
"More flies to the spider's web," said Karasu. He shook his fists. He looked at the large man. "Quite a punch you got there. I really felt it in my bones. Now, with your two friends here already suffering," he slammed his foot down on top of Zesiro's stomach forcing the air out of his lungs and Zesiro to let loose a small scream, "who is going to be the next body?"
"Second Stage! Golem Guard!" shouted Hiro-Shu. His arms remains encased in iron, but the iron progressed to cover his chest, abdomen a little of his legs, and even completed the outfit with a small iron helmet. He prompted Karasu to come at him.
Karasu charged at Hiro-Shu. He swung a punch at Hiro-Shu's chest. Hiro-Shu puffed his chest out to absorb the shock. Karasu's fist nailed Hiro-Shu iron encased tense chest point-blank. Hiro-Shu was knocked back a few feet. There was a heavy dent in his armor at where Karasu's punch had connected. Hiro-Shu's hand fingered the dent.
"You better hope that comes out," said Hiro-Shu cracking his neck, "Forger's Fire! Igoku's Flame!" Hiro-Shu stretched his neck out and blew an immense amount of fire out at Karasu. Karasu jumped back to avoid the majority of the flames. Sage chattered briefly with being so close to the flames. Hiro-Shu's eyes lit up with an idea. He braced himself for the next hit.
Karasu was up in front of Hiro-Shu in no time. His fist collided into Hiro-Shu, Hiro-Shu slid back a bit, but he immediately reached out and grabbed hold of Karasu. He wrapped his iron arms around Karasu's abdomen and held him there. "SAGE!" shouted Hiro-Shu through Karasu's relentless smashes into his head.
Sage nodded. She brought her arms up in front of her and aimed them straight at Karasu. She closed her eyes briefly while she reminded herself of all the evil things Karasu had done to Ridley, Mikoto, and Zesiro. She needed to solidify her resolve. "Pop goes the…" Sage's eyes opened up and her jaw dropped. Hiro-Shu was being flung at her. The iron encased golem had actually been weakened enough to have lost his grip and been thrown straight at Sage. Sage's hands twisted into a different shape. Sage was knocked back by the golem's immense weight.
Hiro-Shu struggled back up to his own two feet. He looked down at Sage and grimaced. First Ridley, Mikoto, and Zesiro, and now even Sage. He turned to Karasu. Second stage should be enough to handle this joker. But…he maybe he should give it his all just in case. He looked at the three battered and beaten bodies in the room. One more stage…just in case. "Third Stage! Gol…" Hiro-Shu couldn't even finish his statement for as his body was going under the transformation Karasu had landed a swift straight and powerful punch to his unguarded face. Hiro-Shu flew across the room. He was unconscious even before he hit the floor.
The Infinity Pirates were never heard from again. It was a nice run everyone. I had fun writing the story, really I did, but I mean what else could I have done? Every crew can't just make it to the One Piece there are some crews that fail. It's a normal part of life…GOT YA! The story goes on! Continue reading!
Sage was the first one awake. She shifted uncomfortably. Her hand gingerly touched her head. Ouch! It felt like she was hit with piano! Today just wasn't her day. First she broke her foot and got stuck with Mikoto throughout all of it, then Mikoto abandoned her (she still had to kill him for that), then she met Roger, and finally a giant golem slammed into her.
If you are wondering how she survived it was simple really. While Hiro-Shu was flying at her, she increased the pressure between him and her. The pressure decreased his momentum and made the impact next to nothing. She was just that smart! She collapsed again, her entire body ached though for a next to nothing impact.
"Hello there," said a voice. Sage opened her eyes. Above her on her buxom was a teddy bear? Who talked to her? She picked the teddy bear up and threw him across the room.
"OUCH! Why the…!" said the same voice as before. Sage spun around, she saw no one again.
"Who's there," she said as she clambered back on board of the trolley. She pun around viciously continuously checking the room. She still saw no one.
"I am! Orso McGee!" said the same voice.
Sage pondered the name. She had heard it once before…she knew she had. "Ah…who are you?"
The teddy bear jumped up on top of the trolley. "Come on! Really?" said Orso McGee. "I was one of the Marines who fought your crew back at East Blue Base 4! Show some respect for your enemy!"
Sage lashed out with a kick sending the bear, who as you probably guessed was incredibly light, flying. Orso McGee landed with a soft thud. He stood back up and ran up to her, "What are you thinking! I am a respect marine official!"
"So what are you here for then!" shouted Sage, "You here to arrest us!"
"No," said Orso quietly, he mumbled something under his breath.
"What was that?" asked Sage.
He mumbled something else again, Sage could make out the words 'left' and 'help'. She smiled. "What was that I still couldn't hear you?"
"I GOT LEFT BEHIND AND I NEED YOUR HELP!" shouted Orso. Tears somehow streaming down this non-living animal.
"So much for respected marine official," said Sage, "maybe we'll help you." She smirked at Orso's distress. "Tell you what wake these guys up and I'll try to talk them into helping you!"
"Okay!" shouted Orso saluting Sage. He pulled a small toy-sized megaphone from out of thin air. He spoke into it. "ALRIGHT EVERYONE UP AND AT 'EM! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"
Zesiro bolted awake and looked at Orso angrily. Hiro-Shu slowly sat up solemnly. Mikoto, who was in a near death-state again, merely opened his eyes. The crew slowly gathered up around Sage, who was trying to prevent them from killing forgotten bear.
A few minutes later and the crew reluctantly agreed to hear Orso out.
Orso's Tale of Woe. What Happened to the Marines?
Anyways, I apologize for the joke. I couldn't resist. Anyways, if you remember the crew beat some Marines up a few chapters back, so next chapter will be recapping exactly what had happened to them, but it will be told from the manly (and awkwardly cute) Orso McGee's point of view. Anyways, hope you guys will keep reading! And reviewing!