Re: [Serious/Open] Saviours from the Deep

[Vaetric]

Taki stomped the ground, veins starting to emerge from her skin, in a power-up kind of way. To control her rage, and not to let it control her; that is true strength. Her coral clubs were somewhere behind the two, but that didn’t matter. She tried for a couple of momments, but found that she couldn’t quite let an overpowering wrath take her over, she let o;ut a small sigh, she still had much to learn. Reaching behind, she grabbed a section of wall through a window and ripped it from the house, throwing it at the two. It went hard and fast, capturing both of them and pushing them toward another wall. She ran up behind it and drop-kicked, causing a sandwich-maneuver, causing the two of them to break the wall behind them and fly into the building, due to having nowhere else to go and their bodies were strong enough not to go “squish”.

Meanwhile the rude third companion was still trying to get himself out of the floor, slowly but surely.

The swordsman dashed backward, either through adrenaline or noticing that Lyon was attempting to attack from a range, he quickly moved away from him after studying around him for a brief moment. He reached down and grabbed one of the legs of the man in the ground and pulled him up as Lyon made his kick. The projectile caught the rather resilient man head-on, causing them both to fall backwards a couple of meters, except the guy who got hit flew in the air, only to get caught by a jumping Taki and thrown into the house with the other three. She tried to reach and grab him but he deftly rolled under her arm and legs and ran toward Lyon. Suddenly, he made another dash-movement which caused a slight puff of dirt from the ground where he was, “Single Sword Technique: Hateful Partisan” he muttered under his breath, attempting to slash Lyon’s stomach from left to right. His sword glowed a little as he began the strike, only to falter. Seemingly, he remembers that slaves are no good when they’re dead or mortally wounded, causing hesitation in his strike.

[Docile]

Watching his projectile fall short in terms of ending the fight Lyon watched as the mercenary encountered Taki and continued coming with another attack. This surprised him as it was unexpected, however he wasn't about to give in. Watching the man with great focus, Lyon waited to see what the man would deal out.

Using his blade once more he caught sight of the blade attempting to slash away at his stomach. Jumping into the air the blade short beneath him and his webbed feet. Landing back on the solid ground he looked towards the mercenary and launched himself into the air. Flipping four times in the air rolled up into the small ball of red & white he was, Lyon slowly drew out his right hell as gravity once more hooked him and dragged him down heel first towards the mercenary's head.

Fishman Karate: 500 Ton Water Droplet

Crashing down with such speed Lyon could easily embed the man's face into the ground with relative ease.

[Vaetric]

The swordsman looked up, watching as Lyon span around for a couple of moments. Remembering that he had to bring the fishman in alive, her placed his sword into a reversed grip and jumped up to meet Lyon’s heel, counting it with the hilt of his blade. However, with Lyon’s fishman strength and that he wasn’t supported by gravity meant that he found himself upon the losing end of the struggle. For a moment he clashed with Lyon upon equal footing, but then he started to descend. Unable to find his footing, he crashed into the ground, defeated.

Taki looked around, panting slightly. “Right.. What were we doing again?” She looked around, one – check, two- check, three –check, and four is now check. Tall four of them were defeated. They were quite different to the rest of them, but they couldn’t quite math up it seemed. Taki looked around, oh yes.. They were going to ask one of the collared people.

[Docile]

Feeling something clash against his foot Lyon grunted in pain. He hadn't expected it. But thankfully his strength aided with gravity brought the mercenary down. Hitting the ground before the defeated merc, Lyon looked towards Taki then at the mercs.

"I believe we were about to find out just why these men here are putting collars on fishmen and treating them like mere animals instead of humans."

Cracking his knuckles and running a hand through his hair to brush it back, Lyon looked towards Taki.

"I'll let you take the lead."

[Vaetric]

Nodding at Lyon, she walked down the street. Although the buildings were quite beautiful in their own right, there was something that just didn’t seem right to her. She looked left, she glanced right, just… Something seemed off. Walking into an opening that was the end of the town, she saw a large quarry with fishmen as well as some other races (luckily no Dwarves) using pickaxes to break and collect the sandstone. It looked like they had taken a large chunk out of the big hill already, but some were already starting to dig downwards.

Taki approached one of them, maybe one of the collared humans would know more about it than the others, since they would be a little more accustomed to their fellow kin. “Hi.” Taki said, flatly. She didn’t quite know how to greet humans, maybe they’d be just like fishmen? The human looked up and his eyes went as wide as saucers as he looked upon her. “Do you… Why are you collared like that?” She asked awkwardly, bending her knees and attempting to drop to his height, though was still a little taller than him. The human gulped, looking at the two. “…Maybe you should try, Lyon?” she asked her comrade, looking around.

“I-I um… U-uhm…” the man (more of a boy, he’s quite young)

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Meanwhile, the bounty-hunter-fishermen searched the town, they found the discarded bulk-men and were soon to find the four mercenaries that they had previously fought, they were hot on the trail.

[Docile]

Following Taki past the architectural beauties that were buildings scattered either side of the path the two made their way down, Lyon smiled as he caught sight of the buildings either side.

It was a shame really that such a stunningly gorgeous place was full of such vulgarity and deceitfulness. Catching sight of a few slaves up ahead Lyon knew that their answers would be discovered within time and quickened his pace. Little did he know this place was just like Shabondy. Beautiful to look at horrendous to stay in. Especially for a fishman.

Stepping into the compound of slaves he could see a vast variety of races collared working away, as angry as many of them appeared not one seemed too confident to try and break the collars off. Admittedly Lyon felt curiosity whelm up within him, but it wasn't about time he was going to start questioning things.

Realizing he'd been stood still for the past five to six minutes thinking and contemplating about the slaves, races & the fact that no one seemed to have tried escaping despite the anger sprawled over their face and the many cuts & bruises.

Looking around to spot Taki, Lyon was in luck. She was hard to miss. Her size made her an easy target, but she was pretty strong which was pretty horrifying.

Catching up to her, Lyon arrived as she was mid way through her awkward interrogation between herself and the slave. As Taki turned to Lyon and asked him to question the slave about his collar Lyon nodded and stepped forward past Taki and stood still slightly towering over the boy. Crouching down a little so he was on eye level with the kid Lyon smiled.

He could see a horrible wound across the boy's cheek reaching under his left eye round to his ear. Clearly a pained mark from a whip. It looked nasty, almost as if it were infected. Lyon started to seriously contemplate taking this boy to the hospital that denied him treatment, but first things first.

"Hi there buddy, I'm Lyon, please don't be scared of me. I know I may look different but that's just because I'm a fishman."

Offering his hand to the boy in a friendly way, Lyon hoped to indicate that he wasn't there to harm him but to be friendly and make him feel safe.

"I'm sorry about my friend here, she's quite tall so quite intimidating, but we just wanted to know about the collars that all the slaves around here are wearing."

Looking over the wound some more, Lyon started to notice it was allot worse than one would believe.

"That's a pretty nasty wound you've got there on your cheek too."

[Vaetric]

The boy looked just as scared of Lyon as he did of Taki, though once she started to back off (though still within earshot) and look around, he started to talk properly. “I-it’s just.. A scratch. Uhm.. If w-we try to run, these things explode. S-sorry, I’m not supposed to talk to people, the taskmaster will hear!” he said quickly, before returning back to his duties, which mostly came to picking at the ground with his axe in the hopes that he might be able to break a bit of rock off, which he seems to be having trouble doing, since his pickaxe looks quite well-used, minus the “well” part.

Taki looked around before noticing a tower that was somewhere between in the twenties feet tall. Upon it stood a man with a whip who was shaking it threateningly at the two fishfolk. “Hoi! You dun’ want your tongue cut off like the others d’ya, kid?! And you, fish-heads! Get back to work or it’ll be the whip fer ye!” One could only see his upper body from where he was standing upon the wooden tower (which was supported with two long legs, like a chair with a ladder in the middle) but he seemed to keep his left eye closed, he was completely bald with a pudgy face. Taki frowned up at him, before walking toward one of the equipment centers, putting down her two clubs and taking one of the small pick-axes. Walking toward one of the rock deposits, she hammered the ground for a couple of moments until some rocks broke free.

“Yeah, yeah. Get back to wo-wait, where’s yer collars?!” the taskmaster said, before Taki reached down and took a rock that was around the size of her hand. Tossing up and down to feel its weight, she turned around and threw it baseball-style toward the tower, completely wrecking the house-like structure, causing both the slaves around and the taskmaster to splutter in surprise as it crumpled down to the floor.

There was another tower, with another man with a whip though this one was skinnier and had the beginnings of a beard. He was closer to Lyon, and his tower was squatter, somewhere in the fifteen-feet. “W-You’ll pay for that!” he shouted, reaching toward his den-den mushi.

[Docile]

Watching as the boy who was petrified quickly spoke before returning to his seemingly dead end career like all careers within the world of slavery, Lyon heard a voice which struck him from behind. Turning to catch sight of the man he watched as Taki dealt with them quickly. He knew for a fact though that he was being singled out as the one who wasn't doing anything and if he didn't do something soon he'd land them in more trouble.

Luckily though Taki started the fight when she brought the tower to its knees. But the sound of another man snapped Lyon out of his other world in which his absent mind had sent him to. He really needed to pay more attention and stop drifting off thinking too much.

Turning to face the tower he grinned. The bearded man wouldn't know what was coming his way. As he shouted how they'd pay for the tower Lyon sprinted towards the tower.

Finding a pick axe sticking out of the ground Lyon snatched it up as he passed by. Muttering to himself.

"You guys never do learn do you"

Reaching the foot of the tower Lyon Raised his pick axe up and over his shoulder darting towards the left hand corner, Lyon leapt into the air and swung slamming the pointed end of the axe into the wall. Shattering the wooden strut Lyon continued running.

Behind him he could hear the other struts of the tower beginning to buckle smirking Lyon stopped and turned to see the tower toppling where there no longer remained a full strut.

Dropping the pick axe Lyon turned and as the tower came crashing down he sprinted towards the tower that came down and dived through the middle of the top.

Emerging on the other side in a blast of debris Lyon rolled out a few times over the ground before he lay on the floor sitting up with the bearded man in his arms. Laying the man down, Lyon stood up and peered over him, he was still breathing. Still alive.

"I hope you remember this. I stripped you of incorrect authority, but I allowed you to live."

[Vaetric]

Lyon had dealt with the last tower in the immediate area. Taki nodded and shifted the taskmaster from the broken rubble. Taki was surprised to see that the guy had some kind of sofa up there that cushioned his fall, he lived in luxury while the slaves toiled in the quarry. She took him by the leg. “That was a long fall, it’d be a shame to die after surviving it.” she said, lightly squeezing his limb until he cried out with pain. “How do we take off those collars?” she asked, shaking him a little. “T-there’s a k-key In the p-palace!” the guy spluttered, pointing toward the largest building, which is saying quite a bit. It has spires, it has turrets, it has walls. It’s also made of the white marble-like stone like the hospital. Taki let him go, causing him to fall onto the debris of his ruined watchtower.

Meanwhile, Lyon was holding a guy who looked shocked as hell, he hadn’t’t seen any fishman human or any kind question his authority, he wasn’t sure whether to be afraid or outright furious. However, he didn’t have his whip nor a gun to take down the freak, what was he to do? “R-right..” he said, and if allowed to he would attempt to scramble away and run back into town.

Regardless, Taki would approach Lyon. “Right.. The keys are apparently in the giant white building over there, maybe we can find them and free all of the people here?” She said, looking around. “Huh..” she muttered, looking toward town and noticing a bunch of people who looked like the ones who tried to fight her while on the boat. “Guess we should decide now.”

[Docile]

As the man in his arms replied Lyon noticed Taki approaching him. Mentioning something about the keys to the collars Lyon looked over the surrounding area at the mass of slaves.

"We best get those keys. No one deserves to be a slave. Everyone should have equal rights."

Heading towards the town and the palace that Taki had spoken of Lyon spoke.

"The sooner we free this nation of slavery the sooner we'll save it so we best do it quickly, I don't think some of these slaves can last much longer."

Lyon had a goal now and it was one he wanted to complete, he'd hated how fishmen treated humans in fishman island and never understood why and when he'd helped out he was considered a human sympathiser. But he didn't care. He'd rather treat them how he'd like to be treated than treat them like monsters because they were different.

If blacks & whites fought instead of working together then it would just raise more problems the same way this did. Many hands make light work, but these guys had taken that phrase in the wrong way.

"C'mon Taki, we've got work to do."

[Vaetric]

Taki nodded. Being a slave didn’t look like a very good thing to be to her. “So it’s to the palace then? It’s probably heavily guarded, how should we take it?” she asked him, she’d prefer just to go all-out and smash the fools, but as she said; depending on the people guarding it they might not make it that far, plus.. She winced and placed a hand to her back, which ached a lot lately. She had back problems when she was at fishman island, but had been relieved of it when she was swimming, maybe she should return to the water. Or just lie down. However, she and Lyon had a job to do.

Really, sneaking around wasn’t her style, so maybe it’d be best if she left all of that to Lyon. The small army of fishermen were making their way to the quarry, greed in their eyes. Neither Taki nor Lyon had any time for their shit and they needed to hurry to the palace from the look of things. “We’ll be back soon, Lyon bear with me.” she grumbled, she placed her hand toward Lyon and then tried to pick him up and placed him around her arms. Should she be successful, she would begin to warm up.

Stretching one arm, placing Lyon in the other to scratch the other one, flexing her feet, the usual warmup exercises, before she would begin to spin. The fishermen-bountyhunters would come closer and closer, passing the gate of the town toward them, roaring with glee. She would spin faster and faster. If Lyon was picked up, it would probably seem prudent for him to close his eyes. If he declined being picked up, he would notice himself being tugged toward his right gently, though it would become more and more insistent as she goes faster and faster.

Finally, when they’re ten feet away, the slaves would have ran toward a safe distance as she jumped into the air; her spinning creating a vortex which decimates the fishermen, being thrown left and right as she spins her way toward the palace high in the air. In fact, she should have thought of his before! She would continue to spin into the palace’s windows, attempting to barge her way in.

[Docile]

Nodding to Taki's words, Lyon looked towards the palace, feeling Taki's prescience reaching towards him, Lyon kept running, he figured Taki was trying something but he wasn't up for trying something new and possibly risking his life, he'd rather do things the way he knew he'd be safe.

Charging head long towards the large front gates, he clenched his fists tightly and prepared himself for the worst of it. He planned to shatter the gate with his fists, he was sure he could punch his way through a portion of it. Then power onwards through the courtyard and deal with any guards on the other side, armed with firearms or melee weapons they were going to be his.

[Vaetric]

Taki rolled across the floor as she crashed through the windows. She was in a large room with a long table, an old guy was sitting at one of the ends. She got up, brushing off a bit of stained glass and walked to him. “Where are the keys, old man?” She asked, placing her right fist on the table. He looked to be around seventy or eighty, wrinkles and a hunched back. He was eating meat of some kind, and very… Very slowly. “The keys!” she shouted, punching the table. Suprisingly it didn’t break, the old man turned to her and after a bit of chewing, “To what? Your fat mouth?” Grumbling, Taki turned around and went to the window, she was ahead of Lyon, so at least she should soften the defences. Or at least, maybe she already has after she barrelled into there.

Right, now it was time to raise he-. Taki suddenly felt something whack along her behind wit such strength that it caused her to crash out of the house again and into the courtyard. The fall didn;’t hurt very much, but the area where he hit was bound to get a bruise. She was half-submerged in the dirt, pulling herself out, she found she was behind walls with… A few people around her.

Meanwhile with Lyon, the people running toward him (the fishermen bounty hunters) were pretty weak, around average strength though a few were stronger than others. It would take quite a few minutes for a normal person to walk to the palace, though he wasn’t a normal person. Should he get there, the double-doors to where Taki was were iron bars that were ten feet tall with people posted along the walls with flintlock rifles, unsure as to aim at Taki or Lyon. However, they settled on Taki since she was actually inside.

[Docile]

Hearing the sound of destruction Lyon caught sight of Taki and her trail, she was already inside. Well good for her. the other sound was more of a vibration. Dozens of feet slamming into the ground as people came for him.

Bounty Hunters stampeded towards him. Clenching his fists tightly and preparing himself for the worst Lyon started to run harder and faster, he knew that the aim of increasing his power was to build up momentum, the greater the momentum the greater the attacks and the weaker his opponent's would be after.

As the first man came his way with a spear and attempted to plunge it into Lyon's stomach, it was met with nothing but air as Lyon stepped to the right avoiding it. However with his left hand he reached for the pole and grabbed hold pulling it along with him.

Snatching it from the bounty hunter's hands and holding it out he continued charging forwards in an attempt to clothes line the bounty hunters.

Feeling a few impacts Lyon arrived behind them and twisted the pole in his hands before holding it pointing upwards. Looking back he could see a few of the bounty hunters scattered over the floor with bloody noses, burst lips and the occasional few who had no injuries and got straight back up and one who had been quick enough to avoid it.

Looking over them he grinned.

"You guys just don't know what your getting yourselves in." Lyon remarked as he looked over them.

Removing his sword from its sheath the man who'd avoided the pole charged towards Lyon. Swinging the blade downwards towards Lyon's face, Lyon quickly leapt backwards and landed crouched where he swung his spear at the man's feet knocking his legs from under him. As he hit the ground Lyon slapped the blunt end of the spear into the man's face.

Leaving a nasty red mark over his face Lyon looked towards the two others who had begun charging and tossed the spear their way. Impaling one of them it stopped him in his tracks. Lyon looked towards the other who now was nearly on top of him. Leaping into the air and crashing down with a spiky steel gauntlet, Lyon smirked.

Fishman Karate: 100 Ton Dry Whirlpool

Spinning twice before the bounty hunter landed his punch Lyon's heel slammed into his ribcage. knocking him aside and dealing out two broken ribs, Lyon looked over the remaining men on the ground who were still conscious including the one who'd avoided the blow of the spear.

"I'm fighting for freedom. You're fighting for slavery." he said before turning and making his way towards the building where Taki was trashing around.

[Vaetric]

Taki got up, the courtyard was a large place, and her buttocks hurt. “Come back in here again and I’ll shove it up your ass!” she heard, turning around the old man slowly turned around and walked back to presumably the table. Right… He was strong. Anger and embarrassment welled up around her, she felt something poke upon her thigh. “What’re you doing without a collar, sla-“ she grabbed him and threw him over the wall, causing him to crash into two others who were pointing guns at her to fall over the wall. People were firing on her, while others were running towards her, unfortunately she was a pretty easy target, though her tough skin as well as muscle and blubber made it hard to cripple her. Numerous small pellets made their way into her legs and arms as she used the latter to protect her head and torso. Grabbing another person as he ran toward her she threw him at the annoying humans who shot at her, while kicking and punching others who met her on the ground, going on an overall rampage.

On Lyon side, the rest of the fishermen scattered as their morale broke, most of them relied on netting fishmen who came out of the water and didn’t actually fight them, those were what the mercenaries were for. There were two guards at the gate who wore golden armour, looking at the inside of the courthouse, yelling at the men to open the gate; though stopped and told them to keep it closed once they caught sight of Lyon running toward them. They would be quite strong, rivalling Lyon though not quite as fast or resilient. They would both attempt to strike Lyon with a flying slash that flew as an “X” toward him.

[Docile]

Watching as the guards in golden armour launched an X shaped attack their way, Lyon flipped into the sky and rolled over the attack's barely missing them. Landing on the ground catching himself on his hands, Lyon looked towards them both and smiled.

"Are you happy, enforcing slavery. Eh? You enjoy doing this?"

Darting towards the guard on the right hand side, Lyon delivered a punch towards his torso.

Fishman Karate: 1000 Ton Tsunami

Lyon positioned his feet on the floor perfectly allowing him the perfect amount of strength behind it to bring forth a ton of agony.

[Vaetric]

The guard Lyon faced brought his halberd to bear, attempting to block Lyon’s strike with a his weapon; only for it to bend backwards and snap entirely underneath his strength. His armour buckled as well, leaving a rather painful crater where the fake abs used to be. His double attempted to swing his weapon toward him, but at that same time a guy crashed through the gate, both the man’s weight as well as the golden man propelled backwards caused the gate;s locks to smash open. The second golden person was knocked forwards by the open gate, causing him to roll forwards a couple of meters. It seems that due to his armour making him like a turtle, he would be unable to get up.

Taki threw a guy at the gates, and they crashed open. “Finally here, are you?” She asked, jumping on top of the wall and punching a rifleman, causing him to crash backwards and hit along people on the way, clearing out the wall. “[color=silver]There’s a strong old guy in there, we’d better watch out!{/color]” She said, with no one on top of the wall nor in the courtyard, it was safe to get into the mansion. She picked at the bulletwounds she suffered, her fingers too thick to pull some of them out. “Hrrr. Let’s get this over with.” she jumped back onto the ground and walked toward the palace, kicking the doors open.

[Docile]

Watching as the man's weapon broke and the guard crashed back into the gate, Lyon smirked. He hadn't expected to have knocked him through the gate nor the gate to have knocked the other guard to the floor. Turning to catch sight of him as he rolled forwards.

Looking at the one one the floor who didn't seem to be able to get to his feet, Lyon turned his attention to the other who was in a much worse situation.

"Sucks to be stuck doesn't it?" Lyon said as he walked past the guard on the ground and into the palace to hear Taki trashing about within. Sprinting inwards to find Taki, Lyon just hoped she hadn't gotten herself into too much danger.

[Vaetric]

Taki stepped into the palace, it was.. Large, just like the room above, three stairs; one in the middle and two at the side. Actually, it was five, there were two either side of the middle one going downwards. Taki winced, looking at her arms, they were practically riddled with bullets; but she couldn’t stop now. Plus, she want’ losing TOO much blood, after all they were little spherical pellets, but they would be annoying to pluck out later. In the middle of the room there was a fountain then went up to around six feet tall, she looked around. So far, there was no one there. “What did I tell ye you big fat broad? Come here!” The old man was on the steps to the far right, waving his walking stick around and walking very… Very slowly down the steps. She looked behind, Lyon was running into the palace. “Right.. Which way do we go… I’ll try downstairs, might be a dungeon or something.”

She jogged toward and down the stairs, ignoring the old man who was shouting obscenities about his walking stick and her arse. She ignored him and continued down the steps. It soon became reminiscent of a stereotypical dungeon with stone, torches, quite cramped for her to walk in. She had to pretty much crawl to go through. In hindsight, Lyon should’ve gone down here; or at least go first. It was like a tunnel, though doors were on either side. She squeezed the handle of the first door she came across and opened it. Inside looked to be a control station of some sorts, with screens and so forth. However, she couldn’t fit through the door, so she continued on. Eventually there were cells on either side, housing humans fishmen and all other kinds. They were chained to their rooms, though those ones didn’t have collars on them, so she guessed it was safe to let them out. Eventually she came to a large room, there was an entrance to her side, which she guessed was for the other entrance. There were cells all around, and it was big enough for her to stand properly in. Slaves were all around, and some guard as well, who was sleeping on a desk.

If Lyon went any other way, on the opposite stairway to where Taki went, it would be symmetrical, leading to the same room. Each other stairway would lead to a hallway which had rooms and other luxurious suites. There would be some people inside, doing whatever they wished from writing in ledgers, relaxing or using their slaves for various purposes. However, there wouldn’t really seem to be a leader of sorts in at the moment.

[Docile]

Catching sight of Taki, Lyon heard her question which way to go and before he could open his mouth to speak she was off in a shot down the stairs. Shaking his head, Lyon muttered.

"She's gonna get stuck down there." to himself. Heading up the stairs towards the old man with the stick, Lyon cast himself into the air flipping over the elderly man and allowed his feet to swing back before landing kicking the elderly gent down the stairs. Landing atop the staircase he turned to look down at the old man who hit the bottom head first and knocked himself out cold.

"Normally I'm against hurting the elderly, but a spiteful old bastard like you needs it to learn a lesson or two."

Turning to face the corridor Lyon as met with a man dressed in armour charging towards him a helmet with a grill on the front and a pointed spear directed at his groin.

Leaping to his left Lyon slammed his back into the wall allowing the knight to charge past. Turning around the knight pointed his spear towards Lyon once more, this time Lyon was ready.

Stepping in front as the knight charged once more, Lyon gripped the spear before it came into contact and held the knight in place.

Both using their strength to stop the other, Lyon tried to bend the spear or pry it from the knight's hands.

"I'm gonna hook you like the worthless fish you are!" the knight shouted.

Losing his grip the knight however had spent too much thought on insulting Lyon than using his strength. Sliding forwards and letting go of the spear he hit the ground. Lyon wasn't expecting this and found himself stumbling forwards. Running over the knight Lyon hit the railings to the staircase and dropped the spear over the edge.

As the knight picked himself up and Lyon turned around he caught sight of the knight removing a blade.

Charging towards Lyon the knight attempted to swing for Lyon's neck cleaving his head clean off. Ducking as the blade came a swinging, Lyon found himself sitting on his arse.

Tightly clenching his fist he launched a fully fledged punch towards the knight's groin. Hitting its mark, Lyon reeled in pain. The armour was strong that was for sure.

Pausing and looking at Lyon the knight swung downwards to see Lyon rolling to the right. Picking himself up with help from the railing Lyon made his way behind the knight who turned around to see Lyon shaking his hand. Seems the armour had hurt his hand.

Jabbing his blade towards Lyon numerous times, Lyon felt the blade slice along his right & left side numerous times cutting him. Grunting in pain as he was cut up, Lyon slammed his heel down on the knight's foot denting the armour. Crushing the knight's foot he screamed in pain and dropped the sword.

Slamming his foot over the blade Lyon quickly slid it away and grinned looking at the unarmed knight.

Launching his right foot and slamming it into the knight's chest he followed through using his body weight to slam the knight backwards. He was sent stumbling back and through the railings into the ground below of which he fell down the stairs.

Breathing heavily, Lyon looked over the edge.

"Expensive toys don't make the man."

Turning from the railings, Lyon made his way to the doors and started kicking them open hoping to find himself some keys to the bracelets around the slaves necks.

[Vaetric]

Taki looked around, all slaves but no keys. Half the cells were empty, but still.. They had no collars, so they must be.. Prisoners? She shrugged, she didn’t know who they were but they were going to get freed. No keys as far as she could see but there was a lever. In fact, there were several levers around. Some of them got up and went to the bars.

“Hey! Slave! If you let us free we’ll take you with us! They haven’t even put a collar on you!” One of them said, a tall man with a large moustache.

“I’m not a slave.” Taki said, walking over to the lever qand pulling it down. Now hopefully it won’t just be her and Lyon, at least there’d be confusion as the prisoners run away from the isle. There were a coup’le of dozen in all, and the cages along the hallway also opened. There was a large alarm sound that echoed through the palace for a couple of seconds then stopped. Looking around, she saw other levers, she guessed one was for each row of prison cells, and she released the one that opens them all at the same time. A lot of them fled through the hallway, but she felt something brush up to and grab her legs, looking behind her, she saw that some people were.. Hugging her?

“Thanks for saving our arses, miss!”

“Er.. You sure you should be touching her? She’s like, twice your size and a fishman.”

“Yeah well I’m not a racist, tits are tits.”

“I’m right here. When you’re finished, where are the keys to the slave collars?”

“I dunno, top floor? Why don’t you come with u-“

“Any reason why the cells aren’t full? Is this just for prisoners?”

“Prisoners? Naw, this is where they keep people who are pending to become slaves, you know.. Go to Sabaody Archipelago? Yo, you’re bleeding from there, got shot? We can take out the bullets if ya want.”

Taki looked at them, and was tempted to just go through the tunnel as quickly as possible, people were being taken to a place and she had to free the slaves who were still here, bbut the bullet wounds were getting… More than annoying. “Alright.” She said, wlaking to the wall and sitting down, presenting her arms. A few of them went to help, especially the one who hugged her earlier, though the others paused, then went on through the tunnels, mumbling thanks.

“Y’know, you should probably wear a bit more.”

“Nah, she looks fine the way she is.”

“Of course you’d say that.”

“Just get it over with.”

 

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The hallway for Lyon would lead toward a large room with a long table. There would be a half-finished meal at the end of it, and the glass to his left would be smashed and around Taki-sized. Continuing further would result in more stairs, with more winding passages which would lead to even more stairs, several guards would be around however they would be more like a militia than anything else, more like normal paid brutes with clubs. One of them would have the chains to a fishwoman, which has a band around her mouth to keep her quiet with some quite revealing clothes. She would be tied to an indoor post (they’re outside every room) and the guard would appear to be having “fun” with her. Not in a lewd sense, but he would be yelling at her to follow him, even though she’s tied up to the post, and would pull at her chains,  causing her obvious discomfort.

“Come on you dumb bitch, get moving! Fish-brain!” The other guards would be laughing at her, which would mask Lyon’s advance.

 

Once he’s dealt with them, there would be a single door in front of him, golden with quite a strong lock on it. Inside would presumably be one of the slave-princes suites.

[Docile]

Sprinting along Lyon wanted to free the slaves and get out of here, but it was proving more challenging than he'd thought it ever could've done so. Running for his life down the corridor and up the stairs and finally to find himself with a series of guards, Lyon quickly looked over them from head to toe.

No real source of any high end weaponry, a club or two could still do plenty of damage though. Hearing the sound of whimpering and obvious signs of discomfort, Lyon felt he was getting closer to the keys or a sign of harsher treatment for the slaves.

As the guards turned to face Lyon and clenched their clubs tightly, he grinned smiling at them.

"Seems you men have already made your decision, so I won't bother with trying to reason."

The first of the men swung his club for Lyon's stomach from the right, swinging it side ways Lyon quickly stepped back and as the club swung past he reached down from the other side grabbing the club and pulled back on the brute's arm snapping it in two from the elbow.

Breaking his arm and sending him into screaming the guard hit the ground crying as Lyon lifted his club and delivered the finishing blow knocking him unconscious.

Throwing the club towards the next guard Lyon watched as the guard tried to avoid it. As the guard was busy avoiding it, Lyon had charged towards him and lowered himself down swiping his feet from under him.

Hitting the ground the guard felt a foot slam into his neck knocking him unconscious.

Fishman Karate: 1000 Ton Tsunami

Using both hands clenched tightly into fists Lyon launched a fist either direction knocking the guards either side of him out cold. One fist landed in the face the other in the neck.

Standing back up after hearing the last of the guards hit the ground, Lyon examined his hand to find that he was bleeding. Turned out the armour had been much stronger than anticipated. Rubbing the blood off on his shirt, Lyon continued towards the fishwoman.

Seeing how she was in obvious discomfort and pain, Lyon smiled at her.

"Don't worry, you don't need to suffer any more. Its time we were freed. There's no need for slavery or people who would enslave others."

Looking at the chains she was restrained with Lyon grabbed hold of one portion with one hand and another with his other hand.

"I'm sorry about this, but its going to hurt a little, but trust me, it'll be worth the pain."

Holding the chain in his hands tightly to try and avoid doing further harm to the woman, Lyon drew his right foot back and sprung it towards the chain attempting to shatter it. Failing miserably though he tried again and again until he noticed the chain's beginning to grow weaker.

Bringing his foot back once more he gave another fully forced kick and went through the chain shattering it into pieces. Smiling as it broke he looked towards the woman.

"You're free now."

With that said and done Lyon now just wanted to free everyone else, but he couldn't keep breaking chains, that would take too long.

[Vaetric]

True to their word, they began to pick out the bullets from her arms and legs, their smaller fingers able to reach the parts where her meaty fingers couldn’t. “So, uh.. Yeah, if you don’t wanna join us then this is our thanks.” One of them said. “Thank you.” Taki replied when they were done, standing up and crawling back down the tunnel. “Thanks for the freedom and everything else, miss!” they said, looking back, they came out of the same place as her so she wondered what ‘other things’ meant. Walking toward the entrance she saw the old man had fallen down the stairs, as well as some knight-guy. Maybe Lyon went that way? She walked over the both of them and went up the stairs , jogging down the corridors in search for her companion.

 

The goldfish fishfolk that Lyon freed’s eyes went wide, she didn’t have a slave collar on for some reason, but she attempted to hug Lyon before pointing to the door next to him. With her other hand she signalled that in fact she’s a mute but able to make grunting sounds.  Producing from her clothes, she presented to Lyon a key, probably for the door in order to get through.

 

Inside would be quite an impressive, large room with an aquarium filled with many different kinds of fish, from small ones to large ones, to mermaids. Each one fitted with a slave collar they looked toward Lyon in surprise. There would be a large king-sized bed in the middle, a load of monitors to the left and luxury items to the right.  With the monitors, there would be many keys as well as buttons, weirdly enough they would all be labelled, probably due to the ineptitude of the one who used the room.  There would be one key away from the others, while there would be an alarm button.

[Docile]

Taking the key with a smile Lyon was grateful and charged off towards the large room. Breaking through the door he found himself with slaves surrounding him and gazing upon him. Next he saw the large king sized bed, monitor, buttons and keys.

Rushing over to them Lyon looked over the labels, then the buttons then the keys.

"Right, what're all these for then?"

Lyon did think to himself what're all these fishmen doing standing around. He'd figured out thought that these keys couldn't be for their cuffs otherwise someone would've tried escape right?

[Vaetric]

Looking to the left and right, the goldfish fishwoman produced a knife from an unambiguous part of her clothing, she walked into the room and closed the door behind her. Keeping the dagger behind herself, she walked over toward the monitor next to Lyon. Pointing at one of the buttons, she shook her head and made explodey gestures around her neck, what it meant was fairly obvious.

Walking toward the monitor, being sure to keep the knife out of Lyon's eyesight by turning to the side casually, she pressed a button. Nothing seemed to happen. She pointed at the singular key, then toward a socket on the far right of it, making gabbing gestures with her free hand.

Meanwhile, Taki ran up the stairs, just seeing a door closed, she guessed that might be where Lyon was, going towards it, the door on the right side opened and a man with a curly moustache walked out. "Who took your collar off you sla-" Taki grabbed him and ht him across the walls and floors a couple of times before tossing him down the stairs, then turned back to walking toward the door.

[Docile]

Watching as the woman with an arm behind her back made her way over to the monitor, Lyon noticed the gestures she was making of explosion. So pressing that button was out of the question. He wasn't looking to kill them. But then again in all honesty he wasn't looking to kill anyone.

As the goldfish woman pointed towards a key and gestured grabbing gestures, Lyon did as asked and noticed the arm still behind her back. Hiding something from him. Acknowledging this but not acting upon it, Lyon brought the key forward and placed it on the console before the monitor.

"So what now then?"he asked keep his eyes trained on her ready for the initial blade to pounce from its hiding place within her hands.

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