Through the middle of Unagi town. A tall man pulled a small cart filled with a few sealed barrels. He stopped by a food cart in the middle of the town square. He slicked back his brown hair as he sat at the stall. "Oi! Sydney! Get me a bowl of noodles!"
A plain looking woman came out from the back of the cart and looked upset at the man yelling at her at her own stall. "Li! I thought I told you to stop yelling at me like I'm some kind of maid! Hold on…" Squinting her eyes to look at the scene before her. Sydney inspected the four barrels on his cart. "Are you taking a lunch break in the middle of your delivery?"
Ignoring the increasing death glare of the noodle salesman. Li just rubbed the back of his head while laughing. "Oh don't give me such a hard time, Sydney! It's not like I stopped by Sam's Pub. Besides, the blacksmiths can wait on their gunpowder until the end of my lunch break. How about this? I buy you a bowl of noodles and you take a break and eat with me! Doesn't that sound nice?"
Sydney gave a thoughtful look as she pretended to consider his offer. "Hmm…ok! But you're buying me a bowl with all the toppings!" Turning around to grab two bowls to prepare the meal. Li gave a slow chuckle.
"Well I guess that's fine! I prefer my noodles plain anyway. Hahahaha-" His laughter was cut off by a sharp sound coming from one of his barrels. Li turned to look at his cargo. But just as he caught sight of them the four wooden casks. The four barrels had turned into exploding fireballs. Creating a fireball in the center of town that shook the village to its foundations. Knocking over buildings and setting an almost countless number of people ablaze.
Twenty paces from the sight of the explosion. And above the small town. A woman kicked the air to keep herself propelled above the town as she put her revolver back into her holster. "Eng-hahaha~ I can't believe these idiots just leave explosives lying around. I probably scored an easy fifty points just now! I'm gonna score a Devil Fruit and a Hubby~" With a strong kick she sent herself towards the ground. Wanting to scope out more easy targets.
|Saint Beatrice Eneverdean|
|Revolver Trick Shooter|
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At one of the nearby pubs. All inside felt the quakes settle as the sound of the explosion not too far off. Behind the bar a large man picked up a club from behind the bar and handed it to the skinny bartender he employed. "Hoshi. Take this and keep the bar safe. I've got to go find the mayor. And make sure he rounds up the guards." The stocky man made his way toward the end of the bar to walk into the main dining room area.
The scrawny teen holding the blunt weapon watched their boss go to leave. "W-wait! Sam! It's too dangerous. Stay in the bar where it's safe!"
Just as Sam made it to the end of the bar. Right in front of the kitchen door and where the cooking staff could enter the dining area to serve food. He turned to attempt to comfort his employee. Before he could get the chance to say anything. Something burst through the door. Exploding wood outward and sending sharp skewers outwards. The burst also cut into Sam's neck. Sending him onto his back thrashing in pain. Gripping at his neck to try and stop the bleeding. But finding it impossible to quell the now forceful flow.
Stepping out of the now empty doorway was a well built man of a modest five foot eleven inches. His red hair is long and tied into a top knot on the back of his head. His pale cheeks were flushed almost as red as his hair. In one hand was a full bottle of cheap alcohol. And in the other was a cutlass that required two hands to wield properly. Despite the serious injury the man had caused. His face was that of a party goer. "Woo hoo! You peasants sure know how to party! This cheap swill is stronger than anything in the holy land!" As the entire bar watched in horror. The clearly drunk man tried to pour the bottle into his mouth. But raised it a bit too high and ended up pouring it onto his smooth scarless face.
|Saint Sheleigh Figuarland|
|Drunken Sword Style|
After a bit of coughing he stopped pouring the bottle. Shaking his head he looked down at Sam on the ground. "Ah. Sorry about that sir. I didn't see you there. If I hadn't drunk so much I would have gone right through your neck. Let me put you out of your misery." Raising his cutlass in the air made Sam raise his hand to try and protect himself. Sheleigh swung down intending to finish the peasant's life. But as he swung the young teen ran into the blade's path. His attempt to save his boss' life. Ended with him being cut in half from shoulder to hip.
The two bloody slabs of meat hit the floor. His lower section behind the counter. And his upper body rolled around the counter into the main dining area. "Damn! I must be drunk! I didn't even see him." Stepping forward Sheleigh put his boot on Sam's face. "Guess that's one point for me." Pushing into the step. The Figurland candidate got a satisfying pop out of the bartender's head. And threw the bottle away to wield his sword with two hands. Putting himself in a fighting stance for the whole bar.
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Two guards ran through the streets. Sounds of explosions, windows being shattered, guns and cannons being fired. Their metal armor and lack of experience in the heavy gear slowed their pursuit. "Keep it moving, Hiro. The mayor is held up in the schoolhouse! If we can get there we can hold them off."
"Easier said than done, Ty. Whatever army is here must have a thousand soldiers! We barely have half tha-" As they dashed past a civilian section of the window on a house in front of them. Out of the glass was a slender well dressed individual. Dressed in a white full combat suit that is buttoned up the middle. As the figure stood up his blond hair flowed down below his shoulders. Ending in curls that surrounded the bottom of his hair. Turning to face the guards he drew his rapier and pointed it at the two guards.
"Halt peasants. You will direct me to more survivors. And if you don't I will cut you down where you stand."
|Saint Starling Shepard|
|Shooting Star Sword Style|
Both guards put hands on their weapons. One on a sword on his hip and the other on the handle of a hammer on his back. "Move! And Me and my friend will let you run back to your army!" Ty tried to summon strength to his voice. But even to him it sounded lacking.
"Army?" Starling walked slowly towards the two terrified guards. "You must be mistaken, ant. There is no army here sieging you." The young man stopped shy of poking the suit of armor with his sword. "There are only nineteen nobles slaying insects. And you aren't putting up much of a fight. By my count i have slain at least have a thousand of you creta-"
"Be quiet!" Drawing his longsword from his sheath. Throwing the sword over his shoulder he prepared to take off the head of the pompous brat in front of him. He put his full weight into the swing. He watched as the large hunk of metal passed right through the boy's neck. But instead of his head rolling down onto the floor. His body dissipated into an outline. And faded until he couldn't be seen anymore. Leaving behind a small disruption of air that quickly vanished. "What the?" Holding the handle of his sword in both hands he brought his sword to the side. "Where did he go?"
"None of you are all that smart are you?" A graceful voice came from behind the two guards. "Problem is the steel armor of yours. My sword can't pierce it." The two guards turned to face Starling. But as they did the straps on their armor were slashed. Making their chest plates flop down and hit their legs. Exposing the white t-shirts under their armor. As the guards looked down at their chests Starling turned around to face them. "Clothes however. I'm more than capable of piercing." Before either of the two men could respond. The razor thin rapier was pushed forward twice. Puncturing the chests of the two guards. Quick enough so that neither of them could perceive the attack.
With spurts of blood coming from their chest wounds and their mouths. The two guards collapsed onto their backs. "Damn. Guess I jumped the gun there. I forgot to find out where they were going. Oh well. Back to the hunt."
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At the entrance of the school the newcomer to this class of Dragons looked at the hideout. She thought it was foolish for all of them to gather in one place. Wearing what amounted to a casual dress and face mask. She could have been confused for a regular civilian. The only people who would recognize her were the other Dragons.
|Gunko ????|
|?????|
Gunko had overheard some guards she had slaughtered say that the mayor had taken survivors to the schoolhouse. Making it easy for her to empty out a large portion of the residents in one go.
Once she was halfway to the schoolhouse the doors opened on their own. Walking out was one of the other dragons. They wore a tight black leather suit. Buttoned up all the way and form fitting showing the figures curvaceous form. Their black hair was short but a total bed head. Their eyes were blacker than their leathers. And they held an open mouth smile showing their spike teeth with their tongue hanging out of their mouth. Gripped in their gloved hand was a metal pitchfork. Approximately four and a half foot in length. A metal handle that ended in three metal prongs sticking outwards. "You're that new girl, right? You don't seem like a dragon to me."
|Carmilla Rimoshifu|
|Puncture Style|
Gunko could see the blood and cloth left on the pointy end of the pitchfork. "Well then it's a good thing I don't consider your thoughts on that matter." Speaking in a calm tone Gunko approached the other dragon. "Am I to assume you've cleared out this schoolhouse?"
Every word Gunko spoke made Carmilla's eyes tense with anger. "I did~ I got a cool 50 points in there~ And I'm gonna do it again. And again! Until i'm at the top of the scoreboard. And you look like a nice juicy point!" In one swift motion Carmilla adjusted her hand on the pitchfork so she could thrust it directly into Gunko's stomach. Faster than Carmilla could see. Gunko's leg had swung up to knock away the weapon. Causing Carmilla's arm to fly backwards.
The celestial dragon caught herself flying back a bit. Sticking her boot heels into the dirt to slow herself. "You bitch! I'll kill you!" Her playful yet unbalanced tone lost all cuteness. And ground into pure anger. As soon as she got her footing. Carmilla lunged back towards Gunko. Leading into the two brawling in front of the bloodbath.
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Back at the arena the crowd was going wild. Right in front of them the ink that made up the writing on the scoreboard changed rapidly. All of the celestial dragon families were excited about their family members doing so well. All except for Tyrus.
While all the other family heads got to watch the numbers rise and rise. Tyrus' gaze was situated at the very bottom of the scoreboard. His arms crossed while his leg was crossed over the other.
[[17. Justice Manmayer 31 Points]]
[[18. Ivan Topman 12 Points]]
[[19. Lance Duval 0 Points]]
Tyrus' nostrils flared as he bored his vision right into the never changing. "Damn you, Lance. This better be some huge mistake." The anger in the Knight's voice clipped his sentence short.