Battle of the Beasts!
The 3300 Douriki Beast!
"Its been awhile has it not, Mikoto?" shouted Renvont as he launched another barrage of bullets from his gun. Mikoto continued to run around the room and cringed whenever one of Renvont's bullets exploded onto the tiled floor. "You're a little bit better then the last time we fought…" Renvont loaded another round of bullets. He fired another bullet from his large handgun, Anubis.
Mikoto dodged forward and skidded across the floor as he made a quick turn and headed back for Renvont. "Can't quite say the same thing for you!" Mikoto launched himself from his location and went careening through the air. Renvont brought his other handgun, Cerberus, up and blocked Mikoto's full body tackle. But the force still sent Renvont back a couple of feet.
Renvont chuckled, "don't you think you should take down the Marines around you rather then fighting me? I mean these guys all want you and your crew dead. I have no reason to kill you or your crew. I'm thinking about your best interest here."
"I'm only interested in taking you down," said Mikoto as he surged forward again on all fours. Mikoto came flying through the air straight at Renvont. Renvont brought his gun up and aimed it at Mikoto's head and pulled the trigger. There was brief click, but the gun didn't fire. Renvont was out of bullets. Mikoto came down on top of Renvont and simultaneously brought his four paws and claws straight into Renvont's flesh as he leapt away.
"Shit," said Renvont as he went up and fingered the holes in his shirt. He reached into his pockets for more bullets, but found none. "SHIT! Looks like I used all my ammunition up taking shots at all the Marines."
"Sucks to be you," said Mikoto with a smirk as he came surging back at Renvont. Renvont brought his gun up to block. Mikoto came sliding into him forcing him to step back and re-brace himself, but Mikoto didn't give him a break. Mikoto morphed into his human-hybrid form and brought his claw upwards, "Wolf Cutter!" Mikoto's claws went straight up and into Renvont's chin, drawing blood and sending the gunslinger stumbling backwards.
"It seems like I'm at a lost," said Renvont. "I guess I can still knock you around with my guns…" Renvont swung his gun around in a large circle carelessly. He didn't look at all scared of the overwhelming odds stocked against him. He looked more like he was lying, that he had an ace up his sleeve but refused to tell his opponent about it.
"Beast Hammer!" Mikoto disappeared and reappeared at Renvont's side. Renvont chuckled briefly. Mikoto then began to rapidly slam his fists into Renvont's abdomen using the speed only a Zoan-Type Devil Fruit like his could bestow. Renvont grunted as he was sent spiraling backwards. Mikoto dashed forward keeping pace with the flying Renvont, "Feral Drive!" Mikoto brought his claw up and straight down into Renvont's gut. Blood spilled out of the wound as Renvont was slammed into the tiled floor.
Renvont laid on the ground for a couple seconds fingering the hole in his chest. Mikoto traveled around Renvont eyeing the injured man. Renvont chuckled and sat up. Mikoto drove forward ready to make another cut at him. Renvont brought his gun up and pressed the barrel against Mikoto's skin and pulled the trigger. The gun's barrel lit up briefly with flames burning Mikoto's chest. Mikoto spun back and gripped the burning mound of flesh on his chest.
"That looks like it hurt," said Renvont, "it must suck to be you right now." Renvont brought his gun up and around again and pressed it to Mikoto's shoulder. He pulled the trigger again. The gun's barrel briefly heated up with the ignition of the gun powder, burning Mikoto's shoulder once more. Mikoto yelped as he was thrown back. Renvont walked over to Mikoto's body and leaned over him. "Are we ready to listen to me now?"
"Dream on!" shouted Mikoto as he reached out and wrapped his legs around Renvont's neck, "Claw Corkscrew!" Mikoto spun his body around in a circle, bringing Renvont up into the air and then back down into tiled floor. Renvont briefly cringed with pain before getting back up to his feet.
"I just want you to know that, the Revolutionaries, have officially declared war on the World Government," said Renvont, "or we will…in a couple days time. Our second-in-command has decided to launch a devastating attack on Enies Lobby, chances are not much of it will be left if you ever get there. This base is just a stepping stone. Get weapons, men, and weaken the Marines."
Mikoto grunted as he lifted his body up. "Is that why you are here?" said Mikoto, "to serve the Revolutionaries and bring about a new world order?"
"You're kidding me, right?" asked Renvont with a surprised look on his face. "I'm just here to enjoy the carnage. If a better world comes out of it, then that's nice. But if not, I can say I enjoyed my life of blasphemy, booze, and blood." Renvont pointed his gun at Mikoto's head, "and I really like blood." Renvont pulled back on the trigger.
Mikoto dodged the bullet, barely, with a sharp turn to the left. "Shearing Slice!" Mikoto struck out with his hand bringing all three razor-edged claws straight out and into Renvont's hand.Mikoto tore skin from Renvont's hand and watched as Renvont backed up and opened his hand in pain dropping his large gun.
"You blasted beast," said Renvont as he pressed his remaining gun against Mikoto's abdomen. Three consecutive gunshots rang out as Mikoto was tossed across the floor from the blast. Mikoto managed to quickly return to his own two feet and stand up as Renvont charged forward again, already preparing to fire another blast.
Mikoto dodged Renvont's first swing with his heavy gun with ease skating across the room, flaunting his superior speed. Renvont charged forward, carelessly leaving himself open to a single counterattack. Mikoto took it. "Beast King's Crown!" All ten of his claws were in neat circle. He drove all five of them simultaneously into Renvont's stomach area.
Renvont froze and gritted his teeth as Mikoto slid all of his claws out. Renvont's vision went blurry for a second as he stumbled forward, fingering the new whole in his abdomen. "Heh," he said, almost chuckling, "I think you almost killed me. Too bad for you almost doesn't do much in a fight." Renvont lifted his gun up and aimed it at Mikoto.
"You don't have any bullets left," said Mikoto watching the man's near desperate façade.
"Always make your opponent believe what you want them to," said Renvont, his badly damaged left hand snaked into his pocket and pulled out a single bullet. "I always keep one safe in case of an emergency." Mikoto's eyes widened as he dashed forward. But Renvont was a quicker reloader then Mikoto was a runner. The new bullet was firmly locked in place in his gun. He pulled the trigger.
The gun launched a single jet-black bullet that exploded in the air. A large puff of smoke covered the room, making visibility drop straight to 0. Mikoto grunted as his eyes adjusted to the thick black smog. The smell of the gunpowder seared his nostrils. He heard footsteps trailing off in one direction, but couldn't pinpoint their exact location. The smoke finally cleared after a couple of seconds.
Mikoto scoured the room with his eyes. Renvont was gone. Kin was searching frantically for the missing convict as well. "Another person who wants to kill me roams free," said Mikoto. He turned around and faced Kin, "suppose you want to finish our fight, too."
"Yes," said Kin with a sarcastic, "I want to busy myself fighting an amateur pirate like yourself instead of chasing after a Revolutionary like that." He turned his back on Mikoto and waved goodbye, "you can show yourself and your crew out of the Marine Base."
Mikoto blinked in disbelief. "HEY! I beat Renvont! He's the amateur not me!"
"Doesn't matter," said Kin, "I still don't care to beat an already whipped dog." With that Kin's body morphed into clay and began to shoot forward towards the door.
"Someone doesn't like to admit when they know they won't win in a fight," said Mikoto with a chuckle as he turned around. The alarm was still loud and buzzing in his ears. He had no idea what that alarm meant. Maybe the Marines were panicking that they were under attack. He hoped Ridley and Sage were holding up alright.
(-With Zesiro-)
Daimyo carefully skirted around the battlefield. The only thing separating him from Zesiro right now was his own two katanas. Zesiro charged forward and brought both of his swords around. He brought them straight down upon Daimyo. Daimyo dodged backwards, watching the two swords pierce the floor beneath him. Zesiro wasn't letting up, before Daimyo could even think about launching an attack of his own, Zesiro was up and attacking again with a medley of slashes through the air all of them aimed at an important appendage on Daimyo's body. But Daimyo masterfully avoided each and every hazardous slash, with nice fluid, and almost instinctually, movements.
"Are you going to keep trying to kill me?" asked Daimyo, "I mean I've already dodged so many of blows. You really should just stop, stand still, and let me slit your throat painlessly."
"Are crazy," asked Zesiro, "you've already said I'm better then you so why should I let you kill me?" Zesiro launched another powerful thrust with his sword straight forward aiming for the man's gut. Daimyo brought his sword around deflected the entirety of the stab to his side.
Daimyo chuckled and shook his head. "I didn't say you were better me! I said you had more strength then I do right now."
"Basically the same thing," said Zesiro, "as soon as my blades make contact with your neck, your head's gonna roll." Zesiro jumped into the air brought one sword around aiming for Daimyo's neck. Daimyo jumped backwards allowing the attack to careen straight into the ground.
"You know why I carry six swords?" asked Daimyo motioning his head to the blades.
"The weaker they are the more they boast," said Zesiro as he charged forward. He brought his left blade downward aiming for Daimyo's right shoulder, but his right blade sideways, aiming for Daimyo's waist. Daimyo back flipped a few feet away from Zesiro and landed on his hands, his swords stuck in the ground on both sides of him.
Daimyo quickly jumped back on his feet and pulled his swords out of the ground. "Wrong. I am a master of six separate sword styles. From ichitoryu to rokutoryu. How do I perform Rokutoryu?"
"Does it matter?" said Zesiro as he surged forward, "no matter how you do it you are still going to lose to me!" Zesiro brought both of his blades upwards and through the air, aiming at Daimyo's chest. Daimyo jumped forward, flipped over Zesiro's head, and landed safely behind Zesiro's back.
"I was hoping for a more intelligent answer," said Daimyo. "Simple. I ate a Devil Fruit."
"Good for you," said Zesiro. He brought his two swords up and around his body. He quickly span around in circle, "Twin Thresher Shark Wave!" Zesiro sent two flying slashes sailing through the air at Daimyo. Daimyo didn't dodge or block these. The blades slammed straight into sending howling back, blood spraying from his body. "Told you it didn't matter."
"That stung," said Daimyo standing up and wiping the blood off of his shirt. "But…it was more comparable to a bee sting then a sword's slash."
"Oh really?" said Zesiro, "then how about you stand there and get hit by it again!" Zesiro launched another two flying slashes, this time Daimyo leapt into the air to avoid them.
"No thank you," said Daimyo, "see I hate it when I fight an opponent who has absolutely no idea about the terror they are about to face. If I fight an opponent I want them to be completely aware of the fact that I am stronger then, completely aware of the fact I can kill them. I live for the look of terror on their faces."
"Sorry to disappoint you," said Zesiro as he drove forward and a flash of his two blades appeared. He brought the blade straight out and into Daimyo's body, or where his body was. Daimyo had already dodged the attack and was standing behind him again.
"In this form," said Daimyo, "My Douriki is about 1500, remember? Well, when I use my Devil Fruit…" Daimyo's body started to change drastically. His mouth widened and his canines grew and sharpened themselves "…my Douriki more then doubles…" his feet became twisted and a small new appendage grew out of them "…to 3300!" A long, but skinny furry tail slithered out of his pants. Hair grew rapidly on his face, arms, and feet.
"I ate the Saru-Saru no mi; Howler Monkey model!" shouted Daimyo. His tail crept up to his shoulder and wrapped firmly around one of his blades. He reached up with both of his feet and grabbed his swords. He then grabbed the sixth and final sword with his mouth. The two swords in his hand remained level with the third sword in his mouth. The two swords in his feet were planted in the ground to allow him to stand easier. The sword in his tail swung wildly from side-to-side.
Unsinkable Iron!
The Vessel of the Giant!
Daimyo's Devil Fruit power has been unveiled. The legendary six-sword style (not to be confused with Hachi's six-sword style). Zesiro is now facing a man whose Douriki exceeds 3000! Everybody wish Zesiro good luck!