Fate Whispered to the warrior 'You cannot withstand the storm' and the warrior whispers back 'I am the storm'
Before the warlord could even comment his distaste for the swordswomen words, she vanished into thin air. A gush of wind following as hair fluttered trailed behind her moving form as the ravenette reappeared behind the fur capped man. The long nodachi twisting round in a large swept. The tip of the blade brushing against sand.
"And what would a nobody like you demand it shall sleep" the warlord glared jumping out of the blade's way; the tip skimming pass his nose, missing by inches.
"A nobody who's seen more than you can imagine. I know that the power you seek will not stay yours" she stared blankly, bare feet lightly placed on the floor. All eyes on her form – the long nodachi lightly gripped in her hand.
"Your wrong, once the power of pluton lands in my hands I shall rule like I was supposed to" the scared warlord snarled, sending a dusty cloud of sand towards Dawnya.
"You will be buried under sand" her mind drifted back to the stories of those people – to what she'd seen in her time on the seas. A simple twist of her wrist and the cloud disrupted.
"Sand under my control" the crocodile growl, much like the animal he was named after as the sand shifted wildly around them as the winds grew wilder. Be from his devil fruit... or her own.
"You underestimate the world. Power corrupts till it destroys. The power you seek to build your sandy fortress will also be building your tomb"
"I will not be like the weak-willed men"
"That will make your own fall more devastating" she jumped forward, swinging the sword in a downward motion. Sand and the warlord himself slit in two. The sand disappearing before reforming closer towards the balconies edge.
"I'm half tempted at keeping you alive just to prove your wrong" the man smirked, a calculative look in his eyes.
She stared blankly at the man, no emotion on her visible face. The air vents fluttering as she breathed, the cold calmness spreading to every inch of her body, the Icey calm taking over her veins. Right to the tips of her fingers and toes. A feeling taking her right back into the pass, a feeling she knew all too well.
"All I will see will be your destruction." she counter, steadying the grip on her long blade.
"WAIT! Lord Chaka" the voices yelled out. Dragging their attention to the new arrivals, interrupting her fight as the new comers stepped in-between her blade and the warlord.
"Who is it?" muttered crocodile, eyes darting to the new arrivals – asking the question on her mind.
"you guys..."
"The duck claw squad!" Vivi shouted, turning towards the new arrivals recognition flickering over her features. Dawnya could hear the cheers from beyond the door – the cheering against the cries of war on the wind. But her attention was on the dark-haired women and the drips of blood falling from her hand.
She jumped backwards – back towards Vivi as the four soldiers stepped forward demeaning for the king's release.
She watched with a blank face as the scene progressed, the men having taken forbidden drugs to make them stronger – stronger to protect their king and kingdom.
Dawnya shifted on her feet, preparing to aim the men in their attack only to paused feeling on soft petals falling against her skin. She watched with curiously as the petals grew longer – growing into arms...
The arms that wrapped themselves around her form holding her in place. The swordswomen struggled against the mass of limbs – watching with sorrow as the soldiers fell before. Not stuck down by the warlord but by the drugs in their veins. A last-ditch effort to defeat the pirate.
She twisted in the grip thinking back to the feeling from earlier. To where the bullet travelled though her.
Robin watched her current captain talk over the king and princess; her face natural not giving her emotions away to those around her – to use to hiding it all behind the mask. It was only the widening of her eyes that told others that paid attention to the surprise as she felt something slip from her gasp.
A second later a sword ripped through the sandman.
Dawnya grip tighten on the long blade, twisting it in a futile attempt to surprise the warlord. But alas devil fruit user just let the blade fly though them sand scattering in the wind.
"You again. Damn pest..." the warlord muttered, turning his bottom half into sand and flying toward her. Dawnya jumped backwards, twisting on the balls on her feet as another swept scattered the sands heading towards her with the longer blade.
The pair continued a deadly dance, Crocodile smirked glancing towards the bluettnette before waving his hand and wave of sand darting towards the princess. Vivis eyes widen in horror at the tsunami of sand while Dawnya's harden, she flashed toward the princess standing protectively in front of the teen.
She blocked the wave, two times her height with a powerful swing of her sword – but was caught off guard by the golden hook appearing out of the flying sands. The hook Curling round the nodachi, the man forming behind it. The warlord stood to the stand slightly behind her form, golden hook locking the blade in place as the sands darted around the pair, she could see gains landed on her blade more joining it as time progressed. She narrowed her eyes at the male thinking over her options.
"Finally caught your blade..." the man spoke, towering over her smaller form. His bigger form blocking the sight of the sun.
He twisted the hook, his strength and sand overpowering her grip. The sword, her tobutori being flung to the ground half buried in sands. The ravenette girls' eyes widen, as she stared at the fallen blade.
She couldn't falter not now.
She swept a foot towards the male, the leg traveling though the sandman – dispersing the sands wide before jumping away. Further from her blade – closer to the edge of the tall walls.
She wasn't as good at fighting bare handed compared to the using her nodachi, she was good but no were near the level to fight against a warlord. Something which was obvious to the older male. And the fact he was a devil fruit made it all the harder for her to land a hit – her long blade having made it easier to attack the powerful warlord.
The sand grew and shifted around her, twisting in a tornado. She blinked the sand away from her eyes before jumping back onto the high wall of the castle. Behind and below stood the waiting soldiers – and incoming cries of war.
"I think this little game of cat and mouse is coming to an end" crocodile grunt sounded from the growing sands a hand darting out. A tight grip wrapping around her throat. In an attempt to suffocate her.
"Dawnya!" shouted Vivi, worried about her friend. The sands died down, giving the swordswomen the view of the palace – the view of her blade.
"I think I shall give you the same treatment I gave your beloved captain" snarled the pirate. "if you survive I take you to join my crew"
She narrowed her eyes, glaring at the pirate before focusing on the blade behind the over confident man, she had this stupid power- stupid devil fruit shoved down her throat and forced apron her. Might as well use it for herself and her dreams instead of the entertainment of others...
She focused thinking back to the feeling of the wind on her face... to how brutal and powerful the winds could be. Hair whipped about her face as the grip tighten about her neck – the grip a gently reminder of what was about her neck. It was nothing compared to the metal chains that used to rest there.
The wind picked up wildly around them. As crocodile stared into the darken hues of the women before him – hues that reminded him of the stormy skies.
Crocodile eyes narrowed at the girl; he could feel the same sensations of draining the water out of the girl yet nothing was happening. The skin underneath his hand felt strange, as if it was moving...
"You think you could beat me, your nothing but a pes..." his words were cut short. Dark hues widening in surprised as it looked g downwards towards his chest. Protruding out of the centre was the long blade, the hilt deep into his back. His eyes followed the light blade seeing the blades tip having entered his opponent's chest, dead centre yet he saw no blood.
Yet behind him no one had touched the blade half buried in his sand.
"Devil fruit?!" he muttered in surprise. The only reasoning, he could think so.
As behind him Vivi screamed in horror thinking the blade had pierced her friend. Though still not fully understanding how the blade had moved on it know, just it and a lose gains of sand floating on the wind.
He glared at the women, whose light blue hues glared back in defiance. He lifted the girl off her feet, "you're getting in the way, think it's time for you to get out of my palace" he growled, once again much like the creature he was named after – before launching her with a stream of sand into the city and crowds below.
Dawnya only had time to grip the sharp blade of her sword as the stream of sand pushed her into the abyss.
A lingering sense of surprise echoed in her mind, having never tried using the winds to control the blade... surprise it actually worked. Yet the action started to drag her mind back to the darker places in her mind. Dark places she didn't want to think of, not yet anyway. The surprise, and dark thoughts suddenly drowned out by the sudden notion of stonework colliding with her exposed back.
She let out a groan, the building creaking dangerous around as she pushed a rock of her spawled from. There was a whistling sound and a bloom, somewhere to her left but the disorientated swordswomen couldn't figure out the distance as the creaking grew louder in her ears.
She felt drained for some reason, tried, like she had trained for too long.
A tiredness which was ripped from her as Dawnya head snapped upwards, she could only react with gripping her sword tightly as the creaking building, fell towards her tried fallen form.
Suddenly all there was, was darkness.
to be continued...
i thought i already uploaded this one... maybe not sorry! at least you get two chapter today!
happy sailing xx