The smile that stretches across his face is wicked when he sees the extent of what the two pirates have walked into. The ostentatious pride that just radiates from this place. The army of pirates waiting beyond that bisected door. It makes his blood run hot and fills him with excitement, the doctor so ready to go in there and just start spreading his brand of chaos. He wonders how many of them are going to be upset with being cut into pieces and yet unable to die. They look like the honour centric dipshits that’d have a problem with that.
Everything crashes back into place. Cut in half werewolves confused and trying to find their pieces. Stone walls cracking as they crunch into each other. The wooden door clattering to the ground, splintered and no longer able to keep the two invaders out. Law straightens from his swing, Kikoku once again resting on his shoulder. He strides on wards, ignoring most of the writhing wolves. Except one that reaches for his ankle and earns a haki’d boot to the face.
Law steps up onto the rubble, eyeing the canons getting directed at them. The one Room fades and he summons another, filling the entire chamber with his blue tinted film. His head turns to Killer, free hand still moving. A gesture upwards has the loose rubble rising, floating into the air at his command.
“As a surgeon I am findin’ it real hard to think of anything that’s worse than non-consensual hand jabbing,” he says, an eyebrow arching at Killer’s curious question. Somehow he doubts mister mask here is after the same thing Law is. Hell, this sort of historical hunting is relatively new to him too, but if he can find the answers he wants than he’ll get what Nico Robin needs.
“And I’m just after a bit of information. Doubt your meat head of a captain would even consider sendin’ you after info. So, don’t worry. I won’t have to kill you today.”
His words come to an end with an amused smirk. Meanwhile their foes have turned their considerable arsenal on the pirate pair. There is a resounding call to fire and Law’s finger twitches. The rubble gets thrown at the cannons, some managing to fire while a few get clogged up by the flying debris and explode.
Fingers roll into a tight fist, knuckles popping as he straightens his form. Law commanding the ruble to rise as the musketeers begin to attack. A cascade of sparks and fire are blown from the canons that backfire, smoke and light blinding them and giving Killer the opportunity to move in quickly.
“Kid doesn’t know I’m here…”
Boots slide across the smooth marble as blades whiz to life, slicing through wolf and men as his saws carve a bloody mess. Unlike Law, he wasn’t interested in keeping the place mess-free. A horrific cry comes from a wolf that had her arm sliced off along with now a massive open wound gauged across her chest. Rapidly bleeding out as another wolf brings down a flaming sword. Two others not caught in the explosion turn to charge the serial killer before a heavy boot is kicked into one’s face.
Killer swinging his body out of the way of the blade and somersaulting. Saws continuing to carve their way into flesh and leaving a bloody trail as he lands on the other side of the firing line, now sandwiching them between the Surgeon of Death and the Massacre Soldier. A very unfortunate place to find oneself in.
He didn’t have time to play around with the lackeys of this crew as he stretched his arms out. His blades coming to a sharp stop before swinging his whole body, letting the momentum of his swing curve from his legs to his arms as he kicked up to slice two massive electric blue waves that cleaved through meat and bone and anything in its path with ease.
Canons and people vivisected as wet and heavy thuds fell to the floor. The last few members splitting to take on either men as another pulled out a trumpet and blew frantically into it. Soon distant horns blew to alert the rest of the base the intruders had made it through their corridors. Not that it mattered.
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