Swords Versus Swords! Fists Versus Fists!

Zesiro and Hiro-Shu arrive on the Scene

Mikoto tried to stand up, but his legs felt like jelly beneath him. The putrid smell of alcohol was still in the air and Mikoto was fighting every urge to go to sleep.

"Feelin' ligt-'eaded, yet," inquired Ovid, "me blade, the Sakeyama, is me weapon. I've been figtin' for years!" He paused for a second and looked at his blade, "this sword needs more sake!" He dunked his blade back into the large bottle of alcohol he had next to him and pulled it out. "More sake!"

Mikoto shook his head trying to come back from his drunken state, but it wasn't working. "Tis is not goin' tu end well ish it?"

"For I it is," said Ovid, "for me guts me a nuw drinkin' pardner!" He swung his blade out at Mikoto once again. Mikoto rolled over to one side to avoid the blow, not having any other option at this point. He still felt sick and unable to move.

"Yus are goin' down," said Mikoto finally finding out how to stand up while drunk (with some help from the railing behind him). He was leaning heavily on it and knew he probably wouldn't last very long without it. He bared his teeth and let loose a menacing growl, or tried to…its hard to sound menacing when you are drunk after all.

Ovid let out a laugh at Mikoto's pathetic attempt, "yus du not scare me! I am Ovid! Ovid, the Drunk!" Ovid charged at Mikoto with his sword high in the air he began to bring it down.

Mikoto couldn't quite find his footing enough to dodge to either side and he wasn't sure that if he fell down if he would be able to get back up. He decided to just take this hit and hit Ovid back, his claws grew as he leaned forward to stab Ovid. Just as Mikoto knew the sword would dig into his back he felt himself being lifted off of his feet and tossed into the air like some rag doll.

Mikoto glanced up and saw Zesiro leaning over him with his blades crisscrossed catching Ovid's blade in the middle. Ovid was just about as surprised as Mikoto was to see the Fishman.

"Whos are yus?" asked Ovid drawing his sword back as he prepared to defend.

"I'm an old friend of the dumb mutt you are trying to kill," said Zesiro.

"Whut happuned to our gard?" said Ovid, "big guy wus supposed to gard da sheep!"

"Let's just say another old friend is dealing with him right now," said Zesiro, "Mikoto get going. I don't quite understand why you are here, but I believe you are doing something important."

"Rught!" shouted Mikoto from his place on the ground, "thunks, Ridley." He started to crawl towards the door that goes downwards.

"Can't you walk!," shouted Zesiro, Mikoto ignored him and kept crawling, "please tell me Sage is going to be alright with him."

"You killt big guy!" shouted Ovid charging at Zesiro again this time with his sword downwards in more of lance-like position. He thrust his sword outwards at Zesiro's chest. Zesiro blocked the blade with this sword pushing it away from him and then ending it with a quick cut to his chest.

"I didn't kill him," said Zesiro, "our big guy is fighting your big guy and if I was going to bet, I'd place one million belies on our guy."

"Un…milloun belfries…yus uwn a lot of churches," said Ovid.

"Not belfries! Belies!" shouted Zesiro back, "I should've taken on the big guy."

(-With Hiro-Shu-)

Hiro-Shu's fist flew outwards and into the large, probably 8 foot man's gut. The man, however, only merely stumbled backwards. He had a cruel smile on his face, "that felt great. Let me return the favour."

The man fired his own punch at Hiro-Shu's face and knocked him over. The man had superhuman strength at the least not only that but he was wearing some kind of iron gauntlet with some kind of jewel embedded into the front, if Hiro-Shu was going to guess he'd say diamond. Other then those gauntlets and the man's size he wasn't very impressive. He was wearing leather pants and a tight leather shirt that showed off his muscles.

Hiro-Shu was surprised at not only this man's superhuman strength and endurance, but also his superhuman bravery. It takes a brave man to wear something like that in public. Hiro-Shu launched another punch square at the man's chin, he did absolutely nothing to stop it. The man was lifted off of the ground and into the air. Hiro-Shu wasn't going to let this prime chance get away from him, he pulled back his arm.

"Fists of Iron! Golem's Fury!" shouted Hiro-Shu as he blasted his fist straight into the man's stomach. The man was blown backwards and crashed into the side of the ship, denting it. Hiro-Shu smiled, the fight was over and he could head up top to see how quickly Zesiro had finished his opponent.

Hiro-Shu was shocked out of his victory when the man was back up and firing another punch at him. Hiro-Shu's body quickly became coated in armor. The force of his punch still made Hiro-Shu lose his footing and threw him back some, but the actual force onto Hiro-Shu's body remained at an all time minimum.

Hiro-Shu launched another punch at the man's face, but the man actually caught it and threw it aside. The man brought his fist down and into Hiro-Shu causing him to brieflybe lifted up into the air. The man continued his relentless stream of punches straight into Hiro-Shu each punch with the same devastating power as a cannon. Hiro-Shu needed to turn the tables as fast as possible.

"First Stage! Golem Brawler!" said Hiro-Shu, even though he doubted the fact that he would win the fight in this stage. His arms and legs quickly became coated in iron. His body was brought straight down and Hiro-Shu quickly regained his footing. Hiro-Shu smashed his iron encased hand into Ulysses and sent him backwards with the impact. His punches were having results on the man's body as he could see the bruises, but he seemed perfectly content with it. He even had a smile on his face! Was this man just immune to damage?

"The name's Ulysses," said the man, "I don't mind getting hit. I haven't felt any pain from punches for quite some time now, maybe even a decade or two. So, if you want to you can punch me again." He spread his arms open and stepped forward, a smile on his face.

"With pleasure!" said Hiro-Shu, he launched another iron-solid punch at the man with again little reaction. The man just stood there smiling his arms still spread wide open. Hiro-Shu swung around his other arm and aimed for his head with another devastating attack, but again the man didn't react, not even a twitch. As a matter of fact it seemed like his punches were doing less damage then before. Not even a bruise materialized on his head.

"No, the pleasure is all mine," said Ulysses. He reached back and the gems on his gauntlet sparkled in the light as he fired another punch into Hiro-Shu. Hiro-Shu jumped back and nearly fell into the water behind him. Not much room to maneuver on this small dock, then he weighed too much to fall into the water and worst of all at this point he was even too heavy to move. He was between a rock and hard place.

(-With Zesiro-)

Zesiro struck out with his sword barely blocking another slice from Ovid's blade. Zesiro leaned with his blade with a clear intent to slice Ovid's stomach in two, but Ovid brought the hilt of his blade straight down and blocked the second sword. Ovid was successfully fending off both of Zesiro's swords simultaneously with only one sword. Zesiro was the one to break off the contact between their blades.

"Dis fight neads mur' sake!" shouted Ovid as he brought his blade down with such power, Zesiro dashed forward and he pumped his blade through Ovid's large belly and kept going. Zesiro smirked as he felt the sheer power behind his cut, now he'd just go out and help Mikoto. Zesiro hit the deck the instant he felt the metal blade dig into his shoulder. He murmured something intelligible as he spun around to see Ovid, giant gut in his belly and all, standing above with his sword drove into the ship beneath him.

"What the? I just drove my blade through you! What's wrong with you?" shouted Zesiro pointing at the large gnash in Ovid.

"Oh, lookie dere," said Ovid just now noticing the cut, "I wus cut!" He was obviously to drunk to feel any real pain.

"Yes, you were!" shouted Zesiro. He felt it, a wave of lightheadedness, now he saw how Mikoto got drunk. "Nice. That sword of yours…the alcohol on it isn't just for show or personal amusement. When you cut me the alcohol on your blade seeped into my wound."

"Thus making yu…ah…whut's the wurd? Drunk!" said Ovid, "drunk, dat's the wurd." He nearly lost his balance and started to tip over.

"I'm going to have fun shredding you," growled Zesiro as he made another run for Ovid. Zesiro braced himself under Ovid and brought both of his swords around and above him. "Cascading Cuts!" His two swords unraveled themselves as he brought them and delivered several brilliantly executed cuts into Ovid, nearly all of them hit their mark.

Ovid stumbled back and put his hand on his wound. He started giggling like a school girl, "I am drunk! I din't feel that at all…" He brought his sword out and made a swipe at Zesiro's head. Zesiro leaned back and felt the blade breeze just past his throat. Ovid brought the blade back around and pointed it straight at Zesiro. He lurched forward with his blade and brought it straight into and nearly through Zesiro. Zesiro knocked the blade out of him and looked at the wound. Zesiro's confidence was waning. His swordsmanship was far above Ovid's, but he couldn't read the man's moves easily. Ovid's swordplay was so uneasy and the man's footing only made matters worse. Zesiro was having trouble telling a charge apart from a fall. Not to mention the man's immunity to pain.

Zesiro gripped his two katanas and that was when he noticed it. The man's immunity and even his drunken manner were nothing compared to what Zesiro saw. Both of those advantages mean absolutely nothing to what had happened. The first cut Zesiro dealt, the long one straight through Ovid's body was gone.

(-With Mikoto-)

Mikoto was standing again. He was walking very, very, very, very, VERY slowly down the stairs using the railing for additional support, and boy did he ever need it. Each step brought him closer to the ground and away from the staircase he was on, hopefully by the time he meets Pimp the liquor in his system will be gone.

Mikoto looked up in this groggy state and saw Sage. He was hoping to be able to beat Pimp up before they got Sage, but oh well! Better late then never, right? He began to run forward when the suddenness hit him. He was still on the staircase and he was still drunk. The sudden reaction from his body caused him to lose his balance and fall the remaining ten steps to the floor. Mikoto howled in pain. He grabbed his shoulder and tried to wrench it back into place, fearing he broke it.

He looked up expecting Sage to be giving him a very disappointed look. Either for being drunk or for letting her get kidnapped, whichever was a bigger inconvenience for her. Instead he saw nothing, just light glowing around him. He wondered what had happened, but then remembered he was drunk. He was just having a messed up dream. Either that or Sage was in a lavender dress with a plate of salmon for him and then she mysteriously disappeared from the golden room and left him all alone in the dark dusty dungeon-like room he was in now.

" I spy a pirate, he is just so irate, his death is his fate, compared to me he's deadweight, cause me and my lyrics are first-rate! " rapped a man in the room. Mikoto cursed himself for nearing passing out again.

Iron Hiro-Shu Fights Invincible Ulysses!

A Heavy Handed Display of Punches!

With Ovid coming into light I want to thank jcogginsa for creating him and letting me use him. The fights have all come to a climax! Hiro-Shu is facing a man who just doesn't feel pain and his punches are doing less and less damage to him, Ovid apparently ignores the pain in his drunken stupor and by some miracle his wounds are healing, finally Mikoto is so drunk he is hallucinating and met a new opponent. And on a last note, YEAH FOR SNOW DAYS!