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She pulled the trigger a total of five times and to her surprise five bullets actually flew out. Cindy's mouth was agape with what she had just done. Yasopp simply chuckled saying "What did I say? I knew you could do it. This can also be used for higher quanities of bullets. It can even go up to ten." Cindy smiled lightly and then took her pistol and aimed it out towards the mist firing it a total of ten times in succession. She felt good, really good right now to tell the truth. Pistols were truly her one and only passion.

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As she walked away though she heard another voice in the distance, this time it was much deeper though and no doubt belonged to a very large man. "Hold on a minute Yasopp, don't send the kid away yet. Maybe I can teach her a few things!" Cindy turned around but was only greeted by a cork flying directly at her head. Quickly she dropped to the ground and was breathing very heavily. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?" Cindy yelled out into the mist. The reply she got though was not quite the one she was expecting, not at all.

1/2 Diversion Gun

"Diversion shot? What in the world is that?" Cindy asked with a tone of confusion in her voice. "Well, the move is pretty basic. All you have to do is stuck a cork in your gun and fire it off. It makes for an awesome distraction or even if you just want to hurt someone without risking their life!" Cindy scratched her chin a bit saying "That's quite interesting. However in the world did you figure out you could do that? I would just assume that the gun would backfire in your face."

Lucky Smash 1/3

The whole situation was getting to be a bit too crazy for Cindy to enjoy. "Well Lucky, I'll keep that in mind." Lucky smiled widely and reached into his pocket removing a drumstick. "You better!" He then took a nicely sized bite out of it. "Goodbye Lucky." And with that Cindy ran off into the mist. The only problem was she couldn't see a dang thing with all this mist, why she could barely see the hand in front of her face. Perhaps she would get lucky and stumble upon the docks...

Lucky Smash 3/3 Complete

It hadn't been long since he had left (they hadn't even cleaned the blood from the floor yet), which would probably explain why his sudden return had raised so much clamor.

Nicholas D. Falconer smiled, a fierce one as he scanned the crowd before him, a hungry expression on his face.

"Would the real Shanks...please stand up?"

He drew his katana, newly forged and all as he spoke, the sound echoing around the quiet room.

"Back so soon?"

Nicholas smiled.

"You betcha your red hair I am."

He twisted, dodging a Thrust at his body, slicing out with his katana as he did so. The blade passed harmlessly over Shanks' head. He continued his onslaught of slashes, each one of them blocked by Shanks, who barely had to move an inch.

[Merry Pirate Slashes 1/6]

"Better." Shanks noted, as he seemingly effortlessly dodged another one of Nicholas attacks. "Though it seems as though you're simply using the attacks I've used against you against me."

There was a pause.

"Well...yeah, pretty much."

Shanks smiled, before twisting, striking out with his foot and catching Nicholas offguard, causing him to fly back.

"Well then," Shanks said. "Since you're going to plagiarize me anyway, I should make sure that you at least copy something useful. Lesson One, the sword isn't the only weapon a swordsman can use."

[Merry Pirate Slashes 2/6]

With a growl, Nicholas got back up again and charged. "I. Don't. Need. Lessons. From. You."

Shanks ducked under his attack, flipping Nicholas over his body.

"Lesson Two, don't let your emotions guide your attacks. You must remain calm at all times when you fight."

With another hiss, Nicholas got back up, charging forward, his katana in a two hand grip, determined to at least deal out some form of damage to the figure before him.

He completely missed the chair in front of him. Tripping over it, he fell and landed at Shanks feet. Needless to say, Nicholas was not amused.

"Lesson Three. Be mindful of your surroundings."

"Yeah...I think I'll try and remember that one."

[Merry Pirate Slashes 3/6]

Shanks smiled down at him, and retained the look as his blade came down towards Nicholas' body. With a startled look, Nicholas' katana shot up, deflecting the blow and he rolled, returning to his feet and cutting out at Shanks again.

"Your swings. They're too large and wild, its far too simple for an experienced swordsman to get under them and-" Shanks demonstrated, positioning the sword at Nicholas throat. Nicholas stopped.

"If this was a real fight, you would have already been dead."

Nicholas leapt back, attacking again, although his attack was noticeably less wild, more focused as Nicholas marched forward. He was rewarded with pushing Shanks back, forcing the man onto the defensive.

"Good! Good!" Shanks was all smiles. And despite himself, Nicholas could feel one forming on his face.

[Merry Pirate Slashes 4/6]

"But." The one word stopped Nicholas still, allowing Shanks to push back his advantage, sending Nicholas now on the defensive. "You're still too inexperienced."

Nicholas shook himself. He didn't know why, but for a split second, Shanks' aura seem to...

No, nevermind. Such questions could be asked later, after the fight. Right here, right now, all his intent was focused on one objective. Finding a way to land a hit onto Shanks.

There blades met, sending up a shower of sparks. Again and again they met, as the two moved their way around the move, this time with Nicholas on the defensive. Chairs and tables were leapt over, or used as temporary shields, allowing precious seconds to capture ones breath.

[Merry Pirate Slashes 5/6]

Nicholas had realised long ago that Shanks was simply playing with him. At anyone second he could have ended the fight, and then been on his Merry Way. Why he didn't confused Nicholas slightly, he didn't really place Shanks in the same category as himself, someone he enjoyed senseless violence and fighting.

He swore to himself at that point to find a pirate girlfriend.

Blade met blade again, and Shanks and Nicholas faced off again. There was a pregnant pause as the two regarded each other, before Shanks shoved, throwing Nicholas slightly off balance and sheathed his sword.

"Enough! I am tired now, and must eat. We will continue our fight later. For now, will you join me for a drink and a meal?"

Nicholas stared confused. "Wait...what?"

"You see," Shanks explained, with an air of someone explaining something simple to someone extraordinarily thick. "When people get hungry and thirsty after long periods of activity, they tend to eat and drink to remove that feeling."

Nicholas glared. "I know that. But why stopped. I can still fight!"

Shanks gave him a look. "Look at yourself. You're barely able to hold the sword properly now. You need the break as much as I do. So please, sit."

Nicholas blinked, and look down, noting his shaking hands and legs and the fact that he was covered in sweat and blood (his own, sadly).

"...okay then?"

[Merry Pirate Slash 6/6]

An overhead chop. Block, duck, headbutt. Back Nicholas feel, disorientation taking over his body as he did so. In the back of his mind, he growled. Over and over again, despite the various ways he attacked, despite all the slashes, thrusts, sawing, cuts and so on, Shanks would always find a way to block, to force Nicholas back, off his momentum.

Nicholas was losing. Badly.

He hadn't felt like this since the first time he dueled his grandfather. It made him feel weak, pathetic.

Worthless.

He hated that feeling.

[Ultimate Mutilation 1/8]

"Focus Nicholas. Don't let him throw you off."

He slowed down, taking more time to aim and attack. Gone was his fury, his anger held back by his sheer resolve to hit Shanks. The two exchanged attacks, thrusting, slicing and cutting at one another. Each blow was parried, each missing its mark.

Nicholas headache had gone. Pure concentration pounded away in his head, like a drum. Gone was his embarrassment at the fact he wasn't wearing pants.

Gone.

He brought his blade down, harder now, forcing Shanks' blade into an odd angle. Pushing forward, he returned Shanks' favour, headbutting him and leaving Shanks disoriented. Nicholas smiled.

Finally.

Progress

[Ultimate Mutilation 2/8]

Nicholas pressed on, forcing Shanks back more, until Shanks, tripped, stumbling over bar stool that had found its way onto the floor. Nicholas stood, blade by his side, allowing Shanks time to stand back up.

"Lesson Three." He said dryly. "Watch your surroundings."

Shanks couldn't help but smirk.

"Yes, yes how wonderful for you."

He stood back up, shaking himself slightly. "I suppose its time I got a little more serious then."

Nicholas responded by gripping his katana a little more tightly.

There was a blur of movement, a brief flash of red and Shanks was in front of him, a kick landing on Nicholas' chest, sending him flying back. He was barely conscious of the pain as he hit the floor, blade flying up as Shanks attacked again, a thrust aimed at his head. The blow was barely blocked, before pushed away, inches from his head.

s**t. He wasn't expected this.

[Ultimate Mutilation 3/8]

Nicholas was aware that Shanks had been going easy the entire fight. You'd have to be blind, deaf and dumb to miss that fact. But what he wasn't aware of was how easy Shanks was actually going on him.

He found that he couldn't keep up. Shanks' speed, strength and defence had gone up exponentially. His attacks couldn't be parried anymore, only brushed aside barely, his speed was near impossible to keep up with, and his eyes began to water just by watching. And when he did manage to break through all this, and attempt an attack, Shanks iron-wall defense got in his way.

All his attacks failed.

And just to rub it in, the salt for his wounds, was the knowledge that Shanks STILL wasn't going all out. This probably wasn't even a quarter of his true strength. Even a tenth seemed to be a compliment.

[Ultimate Mutilation 4/8]

His katana felt heavy in his hands, sweat clogged up his vision, making Shanks seem blurry. All outside noise seemed amplified in a way. The slightest inhale, the smallest cough. All echoed around him.

He swallowed, fear filled his body. He was going to die if this kept up. Why wasn't he happy? It was everything he wanted, wasn't it? Death, against a worthy, powerful opponent?

"No." He whispered. "Not like this."

He gritted his teeth, his grip tightening on his katana.

"Not like this."

[Ultimate Mutilation 5/8]

His next attack, threw Shanks off. Admittedly, it was a lucky shot, allowing Nicholas to push Shanks' blade aside long enough for him to get past his range, but Nicholas ignored that, pressing on. He slammed into Shanks, pushing him back, before bringing his blade down again for an overhand smash, which was barely blocked.

Again and again, he brought his blade down, hoping to break through Shanks' defense.

On and on it went, exhausting Nicholas, yet he knew he was wearing away at Shanks' defense.

"Just a little more..." He said. "Just a little more."

[Ultimate Mutilation 6/8]

That "little more" never came. Shanks, who was kinda against the whole "dying" thing, retaliated, timing his attack, and striking Nicholas as he was preparing for his own attack

It was a shallow cut, but enough to send Nicholas sprawling back, away from Shanks. Nicholas instinctively went to cover the wound, staring with a detached look on his face at the crimson liquid before him.

He looked back up.

With a roar, he charged, swinging one handed at Shanks, who caught the attack with his hilt-guard, before shoving, sending the blade up high. Kicking out, Nicholas fell back, caught off guard again by Shanks, who let Nicholas' blade fall back to the Earth.

Shanks kicked the katana towards Nicholas.

"We're not done here."

[Ultimate Mutilation 7/8]

Grimly, Nicholas used the blade as a levy, pulling himself up. Swinging it in front of him, he gave Shanks a dull look, before charging. He slashed, over and over again, repeating a series of aggressive and wild cuts, before finishing off with one final thrust

Shanks, put off by the ferocity Nicholas showed this late into their fight, managed only to block all the slashes, before letting the last one come through, piercing his shoulder slightly.

It wasn't a serious wound, but nevertheless, Nicholas considered it a personal victory, allowing himself a small internal cheer.

Shanks was impressed. Even though he was holding back a phenomenal amount of his power, Nicholas had managed to last so long and deal damage to him, despite all the abuse he had received.

"Perhaps...I've underestimated you. Very well, I shall now be going at 1/10 of my normal strength."

A look of fear emerged on Nicholas face. And not for the first time, he uttered a curse.

"s**t."

[Ultimate Mutilation 8/8]

The fat man took out his gun and pointed it at Noah. Noah didn't react in time but was able to shout, "No don't!" The man pulled the trigger of his gun and Noah closed his eyes and shouted in pain. The man laughed and Noah opened one eye realizing he wasn't hurt. "What the," said Noah still a little shaken up. The man didn't utter a word, he was very strange. He hadn't shot a real bullet but rather made it seem as though he did just to startle the opponent, Noah could use that trick to his advantage.

Diversion Gun 2/2

Noah came down hard, just as the man had. This man's smile left his face and instead came a look of pain. This made Noah feel even. Fairness had always been an important factor in Noah's life. He had been taught the simple principles of an eye for an eye, never the less his life style was a draconian one. The man seemed lifeless, Noah tried to get his attention but it was no use, "Hey whats the matter with you?" asked Noah the man didn't move. However there was still a smile on his non moving body. This was interesting, maybe some people slept smiling.

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