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Post by Admiral Susanoo on Apr 18, 2012 9:24:08 GMT -6
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[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #746d6d;] FALLING[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;] DYING WHILE I WAIT TO DIE [/style]
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[style= overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]A young man dressed in a general attire, walked into the arena walking for his opponent who happen to be a Yonkou. Removing his general-like robes, revealing the young Admiral well toned body. Many girls and women in the crowd began going insane upon seeing his muscles. Beside him was his well prized nodachi, Yamato, around his waist which had been recently sharpen for this very moment. In the back of his waist was a pouch which contained wires and small throwing knifes. A powerful burst of wind blew threw Admiral Susanoo's long black hair while the man just folded his arms waiting for his opponent to arrival so this match could began. ------------------------------------------------
YOMI YOMI NO MI
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Post by YONKOU BYAKKO on Apr 20, 2012 9:19:59 GMT -6
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[style=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 0px; border: 5px double acacac;] [/style][style=margin-left: 125px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/YGDXc.png); width: 300px; height: 10px;] [/style][style=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; margin-left: 125px; width: 260px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]Nikon entered the arena to a roar from the crowd. The fact was, he was somewhat of a hero to them. His easy going nature and award winning smile added together with his limitless ability upon the field of combat made for a combination that could seldom be beaten by anyone he faced. But today was something special. Today he faced an Admiral of the Navy. This was gonna be fucking fabulous. Moving towards the center of the arena, he let the white cloak around his shoulders drop to the floor and stretched off his slim but muscular arms. The sleeveless hoody he wore made sure to show these badboys off. Sure they weren't the stereotypical guns that people spoke about with awe in their voice, but they were arms designed for combat. The brown bracer at his wrist was the only oddity regarding his top half really. Resting his left hand upon the hilt of his currently unnamed blade, he smiled to himself as he came to a stop just outside of immediate attack range of his opponent. His sword was a blade of the utmost quality, and seastone treated. It was a fucking beast, the perfect fang of Byakko. He crouched down in a side on stance to his opponent, replacing the left hand with his right as he smiled, watching how the wind threw Susanoo's hair into the sky around his head. In this position, he was a smaller target, and with his right hand grasping his katana's hilt, he was ready to strike at any given time. Just to be safe, he made sure to activate his heat armour. It would take a fair whack from even an admiral to get through this potent combination of defense and offense. Smiling broadly as he glared at his opponent through hooded eyes, he spoke softly enough to be heard by the Admiral but not the crowd. "Come at me bro."
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Post by Admiral Susanoo on Apr 20, 2012 9:38:10 GMT -6
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[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #746d6d;] FALLING[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;] DYING WHILE I WAIT TO DIE [/style]
[style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] THE FEAR OF SOMETHING OR NOTHING [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] LONELY EMPTY LIE [/style]
[style= overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]A smug pirate this man was but even tho, people had stated that Byakko, was the smartest of Yonkous. With that in mind, Susanoo would have to be on every step of the way. Hell one false move could result in the lost of his second life. "I'm honored to fight you, Byakko." The marine remarked in a calm tone as he slowly removed Yamato from its sheath, revealing the beauty of the blade. Trying stands, personality Susanoo was ready to charge straight in but that would be pointless and that main cause of his first death. He had to remain smart and on his toes. He had to easy into coming straight towards his opponent, like chess. Breathing slowly then exhaling, Susanoo brought his blade down at a rapid speed, cutting threw the air. A second after moving his blade downward, a black crescent moon-like projectile appeared and headed for it's target, Byakko. With that, the young Admiral followed behind the projectile, using it as a cover. Grabbing the sheath, he pulled it from his waist, prepared to use it as a secondary weapon thus giving the Admiral two weapons. He quickly leaped into the air, still behind the projectile wave making the Yonkou have to worry bout an attack from the air and directly in front of him.
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