Yuwaku stood to her feet lazily, staggering from side to side as she held her face. "Finally. I'm surprised that you don't have a look of heartbreak on your face from what you just did…" She ran her hand through the hair, pushing it behind her ear
"No. Because I know that if I don't overcome it, this will all be for nothing. I'm not sacrificing who I am. I'm just growin'. Simmering like a bot of stew" He puffed on his cig that he'd lit moments before.
He took another long draw from the tobacco before flicking it towards Yuwaku "So bring it" Noir flipped his hand. A smile came over her face as she zipped forward! Sending another kick in a crescent kick! "Kishogeki!" Noir pulled his Shin up, blocking the attack, then hopping to his other leg and shooting his leg straight out! "Coltello Trinciante"
Yuwaku was pushed back, but ground her feet allowing her to brace herself and stop the energy that wasn't absorbed from her durable skin from pushing and throwing her back, a fundamental part of fighting and being a superhuman fighter.
"Ki…." Yuwaku raised her leg, and spun like a top! Spinning round and round at extreme speeds! The wind produced was Harsh, and…Cold. The Seductress then stopped and swiped three legs out in front of herself! "Sanshimo!"
Each gust of wind impacted into the blocking shins o the Chef, But they were strange. A Cold chill ran up his body, eyes shifting quickly to his leg to see that his limb was covered in Frost!
"Like it?" Yuwaku had her leg raised still, a cool mist coming from it. "Jambe De Colour is expounded by how the user can adapt and make it their own. Ironic that a chef like you seems to not understand that…Taking raw ingredients and mixing into something new."
"What would you know about me? Huh?" Noir questioned. Standing tall "Not much, but clearly one that wants to grow. And yet your style has nothing for you to call its own besides a few nice flashy kicks. That can only take you so far."
"But oh who am I kidding. I'm only telling you this cuz I have a soft side for such a pretty face."
Noir Grimaced at that. "So you use Ice? Or…Cold? You add another Oomph to your style that elevates it beyond just Kicks…" 'Like Kale uses wind, or how Dezzi uses those sparks…I get it now.'
Thoom! Noir dashed forward! They collided again, again and again. Swatting at each others legs like colliding clubs, but each hit was laced with wind that was chill but Noir kept landing hits in different areas of the woman's body, he was thinking of ways to apply these kicks differently, not just hard, or in soft points, but how. Speed, Strength, Precision. Technique.
"Caraffa!" A Back Kick. "Bistecca Pidedi!" Followed by a donkey kick. He flipped to his other leg, now facing the woman, and kicking in a barrage of places! "Bastonicini!"
He was using the same moves he used against Mar-Syl. It was in that fight where he invented most of them. That 'Flair' and 'Flashy' moves that she spoke of, but these were now more, far more precise, the Donkey Kick wasn't just a donkey kick, but aimed at a specific spot, purposeful for maximum damage!
Then- A Sharp pain shot through his leg! Eyes shooting to the spot, only to see that claws were stabbed through his shin! Yuwakus hand had turned into a furred hand, growing up in thin amounts from her claws, where she then crushed his leg! Breaking his bones before lifting him up and throwing him away!
"Grah- Ah!" His teeth grit as he bounced, and came to a stop. Watching as the woman in front of him began to grow, fur covering her face, eyes shifting while her face became muzzled. Her figure grew in shape and size as she grew to a height of almost 9 '5!
Zoan Type: The Neko Neko no Mi Model: Lion [Lioness]
She flicked her long hair behind her neck as she stood tall. Noir on the Ground, writhing in pain at his broken leg…
The Dojo, 4th Floor. Kale vs Kalikard
The two Swordsman stood in front of each other, the tatami floor between them as each held the hilts of their swords. The talking was done. The duel was now afoot!
Shink! Both swiftly drew their swords, Kalikard holding four as Kale held two.
Swords clashed, sparks flew through the air as they striked with extreme force! Kale and Kalikard were in a heated exchange of blows, each of the other were trying to gauge the others strength. Clashes getting harder and harder, only for one large clash of metal to ring out and the two jump backwards!
"Not bad! You're stronger than you were before. Just what kinda training did you do in the mere hours before reaching this room?" Kalikard gave a slight smirk. Gesturing with his sword.
Kale returned the smile, one that was sarcastic. "Just had a nice warm up with all those guys in suits downstairs." He had gone up against the same tough fights that Leroy had. Facing CPA-8 Members that pushed him hard. And he felt that same feeling of growth that Leroy did. They all did. Just like on Skyderia. Such a harsh stone against a dull blade sharpened them.
"I can tell just from that clash you've got a long way to go." His loose cocky eyes suddenly widened with ferocity as he lunged forward! Dashing at incredible speeds! Another clash! Side to side, diagonal, block block counter! There! Kale thrust forward with immense speed swinging his sword at the neck of the man! Causing blood to splatter as he created a gash across his neck!
Kale however, was worse for wear. He had knicks all over his body, blood trailing down as his coat he wore was shredded. A disappointment in the Mans mind. "Hah…Huff…" Kale breathed harsh for a moment, catching his breath.
Kalikard stumbled backwards, neck craned to the side as blood oozed down in a thick candy apple red current with the dark mixture of deoxygenated blood mixed in "Heh..Heh!"
"Nice- Hng…Cut…" Kalikard, in almost Sadistic or Masochistic pleasure brought his hand up to the wound ran two fingers inside of it, marking his hand with the fluid "But only a flesh wound. If you were a bit stronger you'd have gut through my Tekai tensed muscles and maybe have kicked my Jugular. But had a sword placed in your throat in turn."
His neck bent back. And before Kales eyes, the wound began to heal. Scar tissue forming and filling the cut like foam filling a crack, but next was the strangest part of all.
The Wound then began to shimmer, and a silvery coating came to it. Healing him completely
"Ah…There we go" He cracked his neck from side to side, rolling it.
Paramecia Type: The Shuri Shuri no Mi….The Adaptation fruit.