A Prey and Predator Clash!
Trevor struck out once more, forcing Mikoto to take his distance again. Mikoto rushed in again and Trevor timed a second swing perfectly, cleaving the air in front of Mikoto, but Mikoto's own speed allowed him to react quickly. He leaned back and got underneath Trevor's swinging arm, he fired another punch, this time drilling it into Trevor's side. Trevor's Haki once more protected his body, making Trevor capable of surviving the hit with virtually no damage. Trevor brought his arms back down and curled back into a ball to withstand the next attack and the one after that, then the barrage that followed the next. His Color of Armaments Haki wrapped around his arm and body, protecting him completely from the barrage of punches Mikoto was throwing at him.
Mikoto's punches continued to dig into Trevor's guard as he danced around the Shichibukai. Trevor smiled behind his guard as he felt another weak mosquito bite of a punch hit his arm, "come on, you can hit me harder than that!" screeched Trevor as he stepped forward through the torrent. It didn't stop Mikoto's punches, if anything it renewed the will and determination behind his punches. Mikoto poured on the gas, speeding himself up once more and increasing the numbers of the punches.
Trevor made another sidestep, temporarily revealing his side to Mikoto inviting another punch in and at his gut. Trevor held it in, even without embedding his Haki into his gut to fortify it the punch was nothing. He held on, moving forward again. Once more, just for effect than actually hoping to touch Mikoto, Trevor swung widely. His hand sliced through the air. Mikoto ducked beneath the swing and buried himself into Trevor's body, Mikoto swung upwards forming an upper cut, "Wolf Cutter!" Mikoto's sharp coyote claws cleaved upwards for Trevor's chin.
Trevor spun in, butting his shoulder up against Mikoto's arcing arm and knocked it aside, temporarily halting the assault. Trevor moved forward again, forcing his body into Mikoto's and stopping his legs momentarily from racing around Trevor. Trevor stepped in and thrust forward aiming for Mikoto's head. Mikoto's entire body swayed to the left and then down, moving beneath Trevor's wide swiping arm. "Inu Impact!" Mikoto put his hands together and thrust his palms forward.
The twin thrusting palms came crashing in and at Trevor's knee. Once more Trevor forced his Colors of Armament into his knee to protect it. "Coyote-Wheel!" Mikoto slid his arms down from Trevor's knee and onto his foot, lifting his entire body into the air, he performed a cartwheel slashing out with the claws on his foot. Trevor parried both slashes, but Mikoto continued the movement from slashing his feet, he brought them down and onto the ground and simultaneous bringing his hands back up, "Piercing Fangs!" Mikoto's claws came snapping downwards at Trevor's shoulders.
Trevor dug his feet into the ground and brought his entire body rotating to the side, thrusting his arm inwards for Mikoto's gut. Trevor was aiming for a simultaneous hit, Mikoto's claws may pierce his skin, but Trevor's thrust would gouge out his innards. Mikoto didn't back off, instead he dug in deeper, moving his body forward, basically leaning in towards Trevor. Trevor's arm skidded through and into Mikoto's back, peeling the skin off of Mikoto's skin, but only peeling the skin. Mikoto's claws continued down and into Trevor's shoulder.
Trevor held fast, his Haki managed to stop the thrust until he buried his hand into his shoulder blade. Mikoto swung his body up and into the air, he brought his feet in between them, but he kept his claws embedded into Trevor's shoulder. He kicked them both out, slamming the balls of his feet into Trevor's chest and forcing them to separate while ripping his claws free from Trevor's body. Trevor stumbled backwards for a second, but for some reason he was still smiling. Mikoto figured the best way to wipe that smile off of his face was to show him how slow he was and the best way to do that was to show Trevor how fast he was.
Mikoto's body disappeared into a blur and dashed forward. Soon enough Trevor was entrapped in a massive Mikoto hurricane. Mikoto was running quickly around Trevor, blocking off all paths of escape and simultaneously, Mikoto's fists began to fly inwards. The punches flew in at the same high pace. They were becoming blurs that burned into Trevor's arms. Trevor still kept up his guard, biding his time and trying to find an opening in Mikoto's maddening spin.
Trevor leaned forward again. Once more, he brought his entire body forward and into Mikoto's body, forcibly stopping Mikoto's movements. Trevor swung around again and brought his Haki imbued hand up and for Mikoto's throat. Mikoto dodged it and once more disappeared into a blur, continuing to race around Trevor. Trevor's smile still hadn't disappeared.
Trevor moved forward and almost immediately he stepped in, smashing his shoulder into Mikoto's body. Mikoto finally understood that Trevor had put a hitch in his plan, Trevor could actually forcibly stop his movements by throwing his body into his path at the right moment and Trevor could put that moment together thanks to his years of experience and Haki. Mikoto backed off, taking distance. Close-range was no longer good if Trevor broke apart that layer of his strategy, but…Mikoto flexed his arms. Mikoto bought enough time. He had to use a Rapid-Fire to get past the throne Trevor threw, but now the time was up and he can dig in and knock him out with another one.
Mikoto swung in, dashing forward, he didn't slow down at all since the beginning of the fight. He moved in, he took several steps in and moved in. "Rapid-Fire x 25!" Mikoto brought his arm forward, rapidly pumping it forward and back. Trevor swung his arm around and upwards, bumping it into Mikoto's arm from below and stepping in at the same time. A perfect block to Mikoto's powerful punch, but what was really perfect was what came next.
A perfect counter.
Trevor's hand flew in like lightning. The thrust moved in, corkscrewing about at high speeds. Mikoto's own wild instinct, generously bestowed to him by his Devil Fruit power, along with the speed allowed him to lessen the thrust. It should've been a fatal blow, slicing through Mikoto's neck, but he barely managed to lessen and kept his head, his shoulder got torn into.
Mikoto moved to the side and broke free from the tight grip with Trevor. He was unsteady on his feet, the large wounds were obviously affecting him. Mikoto sped up, taking his distance. Luckily, due to the fact that his Rapid-Fire missed it hit air and there was no recoil and his arm wasn't damaged, so he could fire it again right away. However, after witnessing what had happened last time he needed to take his time and use it sparingly. He may not get a chance to use it again.
Once Mikoto had his distance he made several quick dashes forward, using the short dashes as feints, but they obviously had no effect on Trevor. His Haki gave him an overwhelming advantage, anything short of an actual attack wouldn't get a rise out of him, right now only thing Mikoto was doing was wasting his time, wasting time he didn't have. The Buster Call was going on right now; these failed attempts at feints were worthless. The only thing to do now was duke it out. Mikoto planted his feet firmly on the ground and leaned forward.
Trevor smiled and took an offensive stance, with his right hand extended towards Mikoto acting like an early guard and his left hand hovering by his side ready to strike at a moment's notice. By now it was well accepted news that neither of them had an overabundance of time. It would be exchange, neither one of them could hold back any more. It would be straight up exchange of blows until one of them…or both of them fell.
Mikoto shuffled forward, slowly. While they may not have the time to do a staring contest, Mikoto also didn't have the ability to survive having his head chopped off by another one of Trevor's swings. He took his time at trying to find an opening. Trevor didn't even bother moving, he kept his eyes on Mikoto at all time. The slightest distraction would prove troublesome. Mikoto could fire a myriad of punches in a second and Trevor's goal was to prevent such an outrage from occurring.
His eyes remained expertly trained on Mikoto. He wasn't willing to subject himself to the torment of the hurricane of punches again. The instant he detected the slightest hint of an attack emanating from Mikoto's body, he would attack as well. Trevor moved forward the slightest bit, attempting to coax an attack out of Mikoto.
It worked. Mikoto dashed forward, accelerating once more to top speeds in an instant. He brought his fist out and landed a heavy blow using that momentum. Trevor lashed out in the same instant, forcing Mikoto to swerve to the side, but he refused to stop. Mikoto ducked beneath the swiping arm and move in closer to Trevor's unguarded body. Trevor lifted his knee at the last possible moment, creating a strong upwards thrust with his leg, once more Haki swirled around it. Mikoto had no defense against this attack, he couldn't suddenly stop or change direction due to the speed he was going at he had to take the hit and bare it.
Trevor's knee lift surged into Mikoto's gut, lifting the hybrid off of the ground and into the air. Trevor watched as his opponent flew by his head, the long canines of the half-dog were clenched tightly, refusing to let out the scream, which was without a doubt permeating in the pit of his stomach. Trevor reached back, refusing to give Mikoto any breathing room and then shot his hand forward while Mikoto was still stranded in the air. The Haki that Trevor was pumping into his arm was evident as the blade-like appendage drew near Mikoto's face.
Mikoto lashed out, grabbing a hold of Trevor's arm and using it as a support. With strictly his upper-body strength, Mikoto brought his entire body around and even further into the air to avoid the thrust. However, the only thing Mikoto really did was go deeper into trouble. Now Mikoto was in the air with no way to dodge Trevor's next strike…and there would be a next strike.
Trevor saw this opportunity, of course he would, though, he was no idiot. He snuck down and charged forward, estimating Mikoto's landing point, he would end it the instant before Mikoto touched ground, the same instant his downward velocity was the greatest. He wanted on the ground where he knew Mikoto would land. He was like a tiger, waiting for the poor antelope to move in a little closer…so he could sever its neck in one stroke.
Mikoto grew closer as he began to fall and the moment to sever the neck approached. Trevor lashed out, bringing his arm thrusting upwards. Even Mikoto's strongest guard wouldn't protect him from this. Mikoto wasn't about to go down without a fight, he pulled his arm back, "Rapid Fire x 10!" Mikoto's left arm began pumping viciously as Mikoto grew closer to Trevor's blow, which was intended to do nothing more than kill.
The two attacks collided. Mikoto's punches hit Trevor's spear-like strike again and again, the Haki Trevor had coated in it was breaking away and just as well each punch was slowly knocking Trevor's hand out of the way. Finally, the last punch rang through, throwing Trevor's arm out of the way and completely breaking the Haki that covered it. Both fighters tried to take advantage in the momentary lapse in action by throwing another attack in using their other arm.
But if there was one thing that both fighters knew by now it was that Mikoto was faster his punch would hit first. It fired itself and embedding all five of his fingers into Trevor's face, throwing him back. Mikoto landed semi-safely, but the moment his feet touched the ground Trevor was already swinging back at him, forcing Mikoto to step back again.
It may have been the awkward landing or maybe Mikoto was growing weary, but either way Mikoto's precise dodging skill had been thrown off and Trevor's thrust sliced through his nose, barely, but enough to cause blood to spurt out of it and make Mikoto think twice about rushing in again. Mikoto stayed back eyeing up Trevor who despite just taking a punch to the face was in obviously better condition than him.
His shoulder, nose, and gut were all heavily injured by now from Trevor's ferocious and seemingly never-ending attack, but aside from those battle wounds Mikoto had other damage building up now. His left arm sagged helpless at his side, the Rapid-Fire had worn it out and his legs felt like they had been encased in cement shoes. His best weapons had been temporarily removed from his arsenal.
The Making of a Monster
This can't be right...today's not Tuesday...Saga's not supposed to be updated today, is it? Well, my schedule is about to get royally screw up with. I can't tell you when is the next time I'll be able to update until I get back on a new schedule (it may be the same as the old one, it may be different). However, if its too late I'll do a couple of bonus updates to make it up. Like I said though, I don't know when that'll be.
Mikoto can't just stay lucky can he? He was doing well, but now after all that running and punching and getting cut it appears he's at the end of his rope. He's out luck, but he'll still fight on. The fight shall continue even after this! Everybody put on your pom-poms and start your loudest cheer! Go Mikoto go!