Giant Glima. An Ancient Martial art from the Giant Home land of Jotgard. Not much is known about this Island, the Giants never joining the Alliance of the World Government and being incredibly closed off and secretive people to those that they do not know.
But one of the Things that did pierce this barrier was Glima
Utilizing one's surroundings, and a Giants Natural strength of being a Hundred Times stronger than a normal person, debris naturally created by this strength is then used as projectiles or as makeshift weapons!
These principles of utilizing one's surroundings to their advantage was based and derived from the Rare ability that Giants were capable of being born with. The power to control the very Earth they walked on.
This was where Glima originated, and it's sub Marital Art was Developed with.
Slaps, Punches, and Using one's whole body to create debris to use. Like grappling with the very ground for control
This was the Power of Giants!
Slamming his feet into the ground, posed as if he were riding a horse, Poch tensed his muscles and held his hand out, facing down, fingers gripped, before pulling them up and towards himself. Looking as if he were lifting a large boulder from the ground!
In tandem with his movements, the earth began to shake! A hill of dirt and stone raised from the ground! Peaking into a large mound!
Poch then slammed his foot into the ground! Shaking the earth and mimicking a harsh push! This caused the mound to be sent soaring towards The Chef!
Then spinning on his heel, and grinding his foot to cause a trench to form, forming and pushing a large clump of stones at the end of the trench, then controlling them and levitating them in the air, he gave them a hard punch! Causing them to shoot through the air with speed that cracked the air!
"This! Is the Power of Glima! The Power of Giants! There was a reason why the Giants are so feared…"
But before he could revel in his own pride! Both of the attacks were smashed! Noir bouncing off each of the pellets like trampolines! Shattering each one in his wake! Flying toward Poch!
The mound of earth was sliced into quarters, and then fourths and then into tiny diced cubes! Flying just as the Chef did!
But the two Attacks were out of sync, aimed for clear spots that were opposite of one another!
Ponchs head whipped between the two, immediately understanding where each was headed!
Káles eyes widened as the giant hand snatched him out of the Air! Before being swung and smacking into Noir before he could make contact! Sending both away yet again
"Theres a Reason why the Giants were always so feared! Coordination, our numbers. Sure, there were those that did their own things, but Raid Parties were the ones you buckled in fear when you saw them on your Coast!"
But his pride and view of Giants fell on deaf ears as his two opponents were in a tense argument again
"What the Hell did I just say you perv! Stay the hell out of my way!"
"Outta your way!? You're really starting to piss me off you two-bit swords-"
"If you even think about finishing that sentence I'll-"
"You'll what?! I could take you on any day of the week! You sit around grunting and hurling weights all day! You do nothing!"
"I do nothing?! All you do is swoon over anything with the slightest curves or a pair, and spend all your time in the Kitchen! Leroy cooks better than you and all he knows how to cook is like 3 things!"
"If it wasn't for me, you'd all have starved! Leroy chose me!"
"Yeah, without me, the crew wouldn't have gotten this far! Leroy chose me! And I made him a Promise!"
'Those two argue like their rival crews captains. And their on another mans crew? Them fighting amongst each other will be my sole hand in victory.' Poch thought to himself
"I must thank you! This may be the easiest hand I've ever been dealt!"
'They're distracted, and more concerned with each other and trying to outperform each other than actually doing anything to me. I've been lucky thus far, if any of their attacks actually hit, the injuries would surely be severe'
Rushing forward the giant pushed his palms into the air! Forcing two spikes of earth to form! He then swung a left and a right hook! Manipulating them to slide forward just as he had before!
Forming a third and final pillar from the ground he wrapped both arms around it like he was grappling with another giant, only to hurl it over his head and leapt into the air!
The two mounds slammed into the Firstmate and Chef, only having mere moments to raise their defenses!
Blood sprayed from their mouths, while red continued to trail from their heads! They could feel the tearing of their muscles and the forming of Bruises! Only for Poch to finish of the Assault by slamming the large pillar into both at the same time! Shattering it into dust as he did!
The ground cracked fiercely, as the two were left on the ground next to each other. Bleeding and left panting.
As if out of a sign of utter disrespect and boast, he pulled another deck of cards from his pocket, and unwrapped it, and gave it a shuffle. "One in a Million. Lets see what this hand shall be."
Two Aces, Two Eights and a King.
"Paha! Deadmans hand. Fitting for you two." He tossed the cards to the two. Fluttering to the ground
The Giant then pulled a large mound of tobacco from his shirt pocket and rolled an enormous cigar and giving it a light with an equally large lighter and giving it two quick puffs in victory
"Hey. huff…huff. Noir."
"Yeah? Huff…Huff…" The twos breathing were labored, and their words lacked the fire they once had.
"I've got an Idea…"