The Front of the Blade or the Back?

Which One Do You Use Against Friends?

Rosa saw Zesiro rotate his blade around at first she thought about correcting him, but then she saw the fire in his eyes and realized that it was completely intentional. He intended to strike at full-power. She nodded and turned her blade around as well. She suppose Zesiro was probably right striking at full-power was probably the only way to win the fight now. She lowered her waist and leaned forward, ready to go right off the bat. Ridley and Hiro-Shu both noticed this as well and while they thought to go at full awhile back, they used Zesiro's resolve as the true signal to get serious

Zesiro roared forward, bringing his sword around and at Enma. Enma brought his spear in between them and blocked the first strike. The fishman kept it going, rotating around and bring his second sword up, forcing Enma's spear out of the way. Ordinarily this would've been the end of the attack both of their hands had been ripped too far away to block or attack again and in all honesty, out of those two neither one could attack, however there were more than those two around. Rosa rushed in, acting like Zesiro's third arm and sword. She rushed in from below Zesiro's arm and closed in, her hand stretched forward with a slight pulse behind her blade she thrust it forward for Enma's gut. The zombified doctor seemed to recognize this as another attack, however, he had no way to really block it. A thick wall of bone oozed out ready to absorb the blow. Rosa's blade sliced into, she had enough force behind it to shave a streak off as it blew in deeper into Enma's body. Enma's face was contorted in pain, but he weathered through the blow. He spun his hand around, producing another bone spear with it he aimed down for Rosa's back. He plunged it straight down intending to skewer her with all of his might.

Only problem was if Enma was ready to attack so was his initial opponent, Zesiro. Zesiro brought both of his swords roaring down, screaming for blood. And of course Enma could do nothing, but accept these two pieces of brilliant steel into his shoulders…he was so totally enraptured with Rosa below him. He probably wasn't even fully conscious that Zesiro was even there, which was probably a first for someone to say that about him. Enma's eyes went wide as staggered back. He was confused that much was obvious. Zesiro twisted his sword around, he would use the back of the blade for the finishing touch…and he would pray that his friend survived it. Luckily he didn't get too far into that prayer.

Another strong blast of power blew into his side as Maria came over. Apparently there was some friendship between zombies. Zesiro quickly caught himself before he skidded too far across the ground. He looked over at Maria just in time to see Hiro-Shu close in. Hiro-Shu's fists were red-hot. They swung in quickly, capitalizing on Maria's own recovery period in between blows. His fist slammed into her cheek and he rushed in. A series of punches flew from him, each one landing heavily with the sound of a loud crunch. He swung around, swinging his entire weight behind each and every punch. Hiro-Shu's already unnatural strength was boosted above and beyond as his weight crashed in from behind it.

Maria was blown back again. She stumbled for a second, but she bumped into something behind her. She turned her head around and immediately locked eyes with who was behind her; it was Zesiro. He moved in while Hiro-Shu was distracting her, he brought the sheath of his sword forward and into the side of her head. Maria stumbled again as she tried to catch her. This time Ridley rushed in, he leapt into the air and swung his guitar down for her head. Maria brought her two arms together and blocked the downwards chop. By flexing and throwing her arms to the side she managed to blow Ridley's guitar and, as a result, Ridley away. From there Maria moved in lifting her foot into the air and then bringing her heel smashing down into Ridley's gut, and clamping him in between her heel and the ground. Ridley tried to hide his pain, but he couldn't help rolling onto his side and bite his lip, trying to calm down and ignore the pain. Zesiro charged in to stop the attack, but Enma brought his heel around and into Zesiro's side to throw him back and sent him back to start. Zesiro thought they had a little more time before Enma was back up and ready for action.

Rosa blew in, intercepting with her sword. Another zombie shuffled up to them without even having to turn her head to look, Rosa's sword cleaved into the zombie's head. Anyone other than the three zombies in front of them weren't important. She just had to focus on them. No one else mattered. She readied her sword and sped in towards Maria. There was a brief moment as her sword, smashed into her metal arms. She was thrown back with the force. She twisted around and brought her sword around with a thrust aimed at Maria's shoulder. Maria's fist intercepted the blow. However, that only lasted for a second. Ridley swept his guitar across the ground from his spot on the ground, the guitar blew out from underneath his feet, throwing her in the air. Rosa rotated around and swung her arm into the air and then drove her sword downwards through her arm and into the ground, pinning her. Hopefully that would keep her out of their hair for awhile.

Of course, just taking down one out three, much less one out of one thousand was a very little goal as Rosa soon found out. Enma charged in at her. He swung at her head, making contact with his fist and sending her tumbling to the side. Next up Enma moved in and fired a quick punch to her gut and then another in a repeated machine gun-like fashion. Rosa tried to protect herself, but sadly she left her sword inside Maria's arm. Enma then grabbed a hold of Rosa's shoulder and brought her down, while bringing his own leg up. He slammed his knee along with a bone jutting out of it into Rosa's chest. Rosa let out a gasp of air. She was having a hard time focusing now, the world was starting to become dizzy. It seemed like she had been going through an awful lot of fights lately. Suddenly a solid elbow was rammed into the back of her neck, sending her crashing to the floor.

"Rosa!" shouted Hiro-Shu as he rushed over to Enma. Hiro-Shu stepped in and swung. His fist rang out like a gong against Enma's head. Enma's entire body was thrown through the air. Hiro-Shu stopped for a second as he checked on Rosa. He took note of the faint rise and fall in her chest and quickly turned his attention to the man who had made it so faint. Hiro-Shu rushed at him. His weight crashed around as he brought his fist around with a wicked hook. The heavy iron golem brought a full-powered punch into his once former friend. Enma was thrown back from the force, he caught his feet and produced another bone spear. The skeleton man waved the spear at Hiro-Shu as if threatening to attack with it. Hiro-Shu ignored the large weapon and instead chose to barrel on through. He swatted at the long weapon with his metal hand, swatting it away as he covered the distance going inwards. Enma immediately produced a second a spear and thrust it in, hoping to use Hiro-Shu's own forward momentum to skewer him. Hiro-Shu brought his arm down on top of the spear, snapping it in two with great ease. The move cut very little time off of Hiro-Shu's charge as he continued it regardless.

A wicked strike came out that made Zesiro flinch. Hiro-Shu's heavy fist bereft of any and all pity came crashing down on Enma. Enma's body jerked downwards, following the blow's direction. Almost immediately Enma was met with another punch, this time coming vertically from Hiro-Shu's side. Even the zombified Enma had enough brains left to know what this meant. A world of hurt. Enma flinched as the massive fist shuddered into his lanky body. Enma's feet were yanked from the ground and brought sailing into the air. Of course, if Hiro-Shu had learned anything from the fights with the zombies so far it was that that alone wouldn't keep them down. Hiro-Shu brought his hand up to his mouth and with a snap of his finger, he spewed fire forth from his mouth. The fire reached out, engulfing the poor man in a red and yellow torrent. Enma hit the ground hard, he would probably be sore for another week, but for now he was out for count. Meaning that the crew could focus on the rest of the zombies…including Sage. Their last friend-turned-enemy.

Zesiro drew his swords as he slowly crept towards her. He had no idea how far they could take it with her. Enma and Maria were both fairly resistant, but if they took it to that extent with Sage would her body be able to handle it? Zesiro twirled his sword around as if trying to decide between the back of the blade or the front. Finally he stopped. The front of the blade was what he decided on. As much as he worried about Sage's well-being, she was part of the crew too. He would place his faith in her for what it worth. She had attacked them as well, he suppose she had actually probably done the most damage he thought as he remembered his poor side. He would fight her without restraint it was the least he could do.

The wave of zombies rushed forward. Each of them eager to take the place of the last. They formed an almost wall-like existence separating Sage from them. Zesiro smirked at least someone was trying to protect Sage from the dangerous opponent. However, it would be in vain. Zesiro rushed in with his swords, smiling as they glinted, ready for the battle ahead. Something an old pirate or Marine had once said. Something about how swords don't tell the good from the bad, the innocent from the guilty, they just cut through anything…it was the swordsman's duty to do judging. He leapt through the crowd, showing very little restraint. He blew through the first group, a whirlwind of a slash surrounded him, blowing the mass away without any problem or even strain on Zesiro's part. He set it up, leaping forward again and bringing his swords simultaneously slashing through another small amount of zombies. He finally managed to claw his way through the horde, blasting past each and every one of the zombies wasting not a minute to get to Sage. He lifted his swords up about to spell the end to this ridiculous fight against his team-mates, but he couldn't. His mind flashed back to Sanada and he imagined the poor kid falling down again after another cannon shot. How was he expected to fight Sage with that image running through his mind?

Luckily it looked like Sage solved that problem. She pressed her hands against Zesiro's body once more forming a unique form with her hands. Suddenly he felt the pressure building up against his side as a solid mass formed, twisting its way against him. A build-up of pressure suddenly shot out, firing the ball of high pressure air forward and right against Zesiro. Zesiro grimaced as he was sent flying through the air as the pressure was completely released into him. He was helpless against the cannon-like strength of the Pressure Ball being directly emptied out into him. He was thrown back and crashed into the house's wall taking it down with him as he fell.

(-With Mikoto-)

Mikoto raced in, jumping into the air and arming his left fist ready for another Rapid-Fire. Abel swung to the side, dodging past him and moving into his blind spot. "Desert Binding!" Wave after wave after wave of mummy wrappings flew off of Abel and at Mikoto. Mikoto took a deep breath, bowed his head and raced in. He bobbed and weaved through the numerous whipping wrappings. He felt each and every different whip lash into his skin. Some of them drew close to his eye, threatening to tear it out, others whipped wildly at his feet, a misstep would cause Mikoto to trip over them, but nonetheless Mikoto kept moving forward. Slightly weaving his body left and right through the torrent, ducking at just the right time while never slowing his feet with that tactic he finally managed to squeeze up into Abel's chest. Mikoto tightened his fist and swung upwards. He soon found out it won't be that easy to land a hit on Abel. The wrappings that he had been using to attack Mikoto with were now all against Mikoto.

They were wrapping themselves around Mikoto tightly, holding him back. It was a strain on his legs to even stay standing against them and not get pulled to the ground and into the wet mucky earth. While Mikoto was struggling Abel took this time to launch his own attack. He brought his fist around and into Mikoto's skull, knocking the coyote back. The mud splashed around him as he hit the ground. Once more the wrappings tightened up, holding Mikoto still up against the ground. Abel chuckled as he looked at the helpless mutt. He spread his hand wide open and crouched down to Mikoto's level. Mikoto continued to struggle, trying to break free from bindings. Abel clucked his tongue as he ran his eyes over Mikoto.

"I feel embarrassed that you even managed to touch me," Abel said, "not many pirates have managed to do so to me. They usually expire within the first few minutes against me. I was impressed with your speed, perhaps in the modern world you are a famous pirate. I've been on this island for so long I'm afraid. I'm no longer up to date with the news. Who knows maybe if fate favored you, you wouldn't have run into me so early and you may have become famous." His hand flinched again as he brought his palm down to Mikoto's chest. "But as it stands you'll just become my poor servant."

Mikoto looked up at his hand as it closed in. Mikoto felt the cold air whip around it as he watched it approach him. He admitted it, he wasn't thinking straight. He couldn't use his feet or arms while he was bound to the ground like this. However, he still had other tricks up his sleeve. Abel's hand flew forward aiming for Mikoto's poor hybrid chest. He soon found himself with his hand pressed up against the mud. The purple light pulsed, instantly turning the mud into a cracking surface devoid of all water. Abel muttered something under his breath he didn't understand what happened. He looked up and away from the dried mud and right in front of him sat a coyote. Abel reached forward, a little unsure of how to act in front of a feral beast. The animal leaned forward and snapped its mouth shut firmly on Abel's hand. Abel yanked it back and shook his hand, trying to wrench himself free from Mikoto's vice-like jaw. Finally with one massive wave of his hand, he sent Mikoto's mouth flying open and Mikoto flying away from him. Mikoto landed on the ground, he quickly shifted back to his hybrid form and leapt forward. He took a wide swing with his right hand barely having it make contact with Abel's forehead.

Abel moved backwards, he found it hard to get any traction in the mud. Of course, on the attacking end the lack of traction didn't seem to bother Mikoto. Mikoto rotated around quickly and brought his right hand jabbing forward. Abel weaved to the left and right, letting Mikoto's fast, razor-sharp punches fan the air around him. Abel lashed out sending a series of whips all around him. Right there they started to exchange blows. Abel's whips digging into Mikoto's skin, causing paper thin cuts and swelling on his face and Mikoto's punches somehow ringing true as they buried themselves in Abel's face and abdomen. The two didn't back down even as they were brought face-to-face with the other's best weapons. Mikoto continued to plow through Abel's many whips, suddenly, one of them dug into his skin, another cut appeared on his face tearing it wide open, a spurt of blood streaked past his face as Mikoto dove in even deeper.

Mikoto's fists were truly showing the more savage part of the young pirate. They bit into Abel's body with the ferocity and speed of a wild wolf. They blew through Abel's guard as Mikoto moved in, gradually speeding up. He was like a hurricane as he moved in, gradually stepping and moving faster, each blow bit ferociously into Abel's body. Suddenly his left fist flew up and into Abel's chin, throwing his head back. Mikoto pivoted and quickly brought his right fist arcing in from above. It was as if Abel's head was in the middle of a wolf's jaw, as it bit the head off of its latest victim.

Who is the Beast?

Sorry about not posting anything last week…I mean I know how after a hard day's work on top of roofing in 90 degree weather and then moving boulders from your grandparent's house to your parent's house I like to just sit back and read some fanfic…oh, wait, you guys didn't roof for five freaking days and then move boulders? Oh, that's right I DID! I'm tired…and sad…

Anyways, I promised you all a profile did I not? Here she is Scarlet Rosa!

Full Name: Scarlet Rosa

Aliases: 'Scarletsword' Rosa

Age: Seventeen, but she looks like fifteen or even younger.

Gender: female

Specialty/Position: bounty hunter, it would be nice if she would be in the crew, but otherwise she can be an ally. She works as a bounty hunter as she finds no piratecrew she likes to join. Swordswoman, writer and plays the violin.

Race: Human

Devil Fruit/Weapon: She will never eat a devilfruit because she likes to swim. She wields a sword, Tsubaki (Japanese Rose).

Physical Appearance: a petite girl with medium short dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and she wears glasses with a half frame. She could be considered pretty and if she tries to be, real beautiful. Doesn't really care about her looks, so she usually wears pants with a t-shirt and some kind of hoodie. Her hair used to be long but the children in the village would always bully her and pull her hair so she cut it short. She leaves it like that for the convenience but she's thinking about letting it grow. She's always wearing pins in her hair and has lots of them. Is slightly tanned because her father comes from South Blue.

Personality: She's pretty smart, but can be really naive from time to time. She's really calm about situations and can handle herself. Down-to-earth but she still dreams. She fears nothing and likes adventure and danger, but stays careful.

She reeeeeaaaaaaaaaally likes to read and does it all the time. She can read anywhere and anytime, like she can read while fighting an enemy pirate 'caus she just got to a good part. Or she reads while walking on the street without bumping into anyone (could be a first meeting with the crew.) She's able to do that because she has Kenbonshoku no Haki. The weird thing about her Kenbonshoku is that it only workd when she's not completely observing her surroundings (like when she's reading, writing or playing the violin). It's like an autopilot. She always fights better if she's reading because of it.

She always has a bag with her where she keeps her recent book and empty papers where she can write her own stories. She's a terrible dancer and can only dance her own silly dances but when she dances with someone she dances a lot better.

She looks like a tomboy and likes her clothes to be comfy and free to move in but she also likes girly things and would like to be more girly and wear cute clothes. For now she just wears cute hairpins.

She doesn't like to be lonely and is afraid to stay alone in the dark. She would like to learn to play some more instruments.

She has a habit of daydreaming if she isn't reading and can stare at the ocean for hours without being bored. Now that I think of it, she's pretty airheaded. ^^'

Her most prized possesion is her note book and her pencil. She also has a diary in which she keeps her daily adventures. Anybody who takes away her book, notebook or diary away mustn't be surprised if they find themself hanging from the mast or any other punishment she can think off.

She isn't a really good cook and can only handle simple recipes. She's really sensitive and in emotional situations (like if one of her sisters gets hurt or something sad or emotional happened in a book) she will definitely cry, but tries to hide it if she does. Only real close friends and her sisters have seen her cry without her hiding it.

She's really optimistic and can find a good point in every situation. If she doesn't know a good point, the situation looks really bad. She likes the nature and loves the sea and can enjoy every weather. She can even stand in a storm and not be bothered with it, but just smiles and asks someone if they also think the weather is particularly beautiful that day.

She doesn't believe Monkey D. Luffy to be a bad person and idolizes Nami and Robin 'caus they were strong women in a crew full of men.

Likes: her siblings, reading, playing the violin, daydreaming, writing.

Dislikes: being alone, getting laughed at, bullies.

Dream: To sail the oceans with her friends, be happy every day and explore the world and have many adventures. She aspires to be a great writer whose stories anybody would want to read. She would also like to be married to someone one day and be a mother, but she doesn't tell that anyone because she thinks they will laugh at her, only her sisters know about it.

Others: She never names her attacks and thinks it lame if anybody else does.

Her motto is: 'Relax, everything's gonna be alright.' She says it so often it will annoy the people beside her.