Through the middle of Unagi town. A tall man pulled a small cart filled with a few sealed barrels. He stopped by a food cart in the middle of the town square. He slicked back his brown hair as he sat at the stall. "Oi! Sydney! Get me a bowl of noodles!"
A plain-looking woman emerged from the back of the cart and appeared upset with the man who was yelling at her in her stall. "Li! I thought I told you to stop yelling at me like I'm some kind of maid! Hold on…" She squinted her eyes to inspect the scene before her. Sydney inspected the four barrels on his cart. "Are you taking a lunch break in the middle of your delivery?"
Ignoring the increasing death glare of the noodle salesman. Li just rubbed the back of his head while laughing. "Oh, don't give me such a hard time, Sydney! It's not like I stopped by Sam's Pub. Besides, the blacksmiths can wait on their gunpowder until the end of my lunch break. How about this? I will buy you a bowl of noodles, and you can take a break to eat with me! Doesn't that sound lovely?"
Sydney gave a thoughtful look as she pretended to consider his offer. "Hmm…ok! But you're buying me a bowl with all the toppings!" Turning around to grab two bowls to prepare the meal. Li gave a slow chuckle.
"Well, I guess that's fine! I prefer my noodles plain anyway. Hahahaha—" His laughter was cut off by a sharp sound coming from one of his barrels. Li turned to look at his cargo. But just as he caught sight of the four wooden casks, they exploded. The four barrels had turned into exploding fireballs. Creating a fireball in the center of town that shook the village to its foundations. Knocking over buildings and setting an almost countless number of people ablaze.
Twenty paces from the site of the explosion. And above the small town. A woman kicked the air to keep herself propelled above the town as she put her revolver back into her holster. "Eng-hahaha~ I can't believe these idiots just leave explosives lying around. I probably scored an effortless fifty points just now! I'm gonna score a Devil Fruit and a Hubby~." She propelled herself towards the ground with a strong kick. She wanted to scope out more easy targets.
|Saint Beatrice Eneverdean|
|Revolver Trick Shooter|
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At one of the nearby pubs. All inside felt the quakes settle as the sound of the explosion was not too far off. Behind the bar, a large man picked up a club from behind and handed it to the skinny bartender he employed. "Hoshi. Take this club and keep the bar safe. I've got to go find the mayor. And make sure he rounds up the guards." The stocky man made his way toward the end of the bar to walk into the main dining room area.
The scrawny teen holding the blunt weapon watched as his boss prepared to leave. "W-wait! Sam! It's too dangerous. Stay in the bar where it's safe!"
Just as Sam made it to the end of the bar. Right in front of the kitchen door and where the cooking staff could enter the dining area to serve food. He turned to attempt to comfort his employee. Before he could get the chance to say anything. Something burst through the door. Exploding wood outward and sending sharp skewers outwards. The burst also cut into Sam's neck. Sending him onto his back, thrashing in pain. Gripping at his neck to try and stop the bleeding. But I find it impossible to quell the now forceful flow.
Stepping out of the now empty doorway was a well-built man of a modest five feet eleven inches. His red hair is long and tied into a topknot on the back of his head. His pale cheeks were flushed almost as red as his hair. In one hand was a full bottle of cheap alcohol. And in the other was a cutlass that required two hands to wield properly. Despite the serious injury caused by the man, his face resembled that of a partygoer. "Woo hoo! You peasants sure know how to party! This cheap swill is stronger than anything in the holy land!" The entire bar watched in horror as this unfolded. The clearly drunk man tried to pour the bottle into his mouth. But he raised it a bit too high and ended up pouring it onto his smooth, scarless face.
|Saint Sheleigh Figuarland|
|Drunken Sword Style|
After a bit of coughing, he stopped pouring the bottle. Shaking his head, he looked down at Sam on the ground. "Ah. Sorry about that, sir. I didn't see you there. If I hadn't drunk so much, I would have gone right through your neck. Let me put you out of your misery." Raising his cutlass in the air made Sam raise his hand to try and protect himself. Sheleigh swung down, intending to finish the peasant's life. But as he swung, the young teen ran into the blade's path. His attempt to save his boss's life ended in tragedy. Ended with him being cut in half from shoulder to hip.
The two bloody slabs of meat hit the floor. His lower section is behind the counter. And his upper body rolled around the counter into the main dining area. "Damn! I must be drunk! I didn't even see him." STipping forward, Sheleigh put his boot on Sam's face. "Guess that's one point for me." Pushing into the step. The Figurland candidate got a satisfying pop out of the bartender's head. He threw the bottle away so he could wield his sword with both hands. Putting himself in a fighting stance for the whole bar.
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Two guards ran through the streets. The sounds of explosions, shattering windows, and firing guns and cannons filled the air. Their metal armor and lack of experience in the heavy gear slowed their pursuit. "Keep it moving, Hiro. The mayor is held up in the schoolhouse! If we can get there, we can hold them off."
"Easier said than done, Ty. Whatever army is here must have a thousand soldiers! We barely have half that." As they dashed past a civilian section of the window on a house in front of them. A slender, well-dressed individual appeared from behind the glass. Dressed in a white full combat suit that is buttoned up the middle. As the figure stood up, his blond hair flowed down below his shoulders. Ending in curls that surrounded the bottom of his hair. Turning to face the guards, he drew his rapier and pointed it at the two guards.
"Halt, peasants. You will direct me to more survivors. And if you refuse, I will cut you down where you stand."
|Saint Starling Shepard|
|Shooting Star Sword Style|
Both guards put hands on their weapons. One guard had his hand on the sword at his hip, while the other guard had his hand on the handle of a hammer on his back. "Move! My friend and I will let you run back to your army!" Ty tried to summon strength to his voice. But even to him it sounded lacking.
"Army?" Starling walked slowly towards the two terrified guards. "You must be mistaken, ant. There is no army here besieging you." The young man hesitated to poke the suit of armor with his sword. "There are only nineteen nobles slaying insects. And you aren't putting up much of a fight. By my count i have slain at least half a thousand of you creta—"
"Be quiet!" Drawing his longsword from his sheath. Throwing the sword over his shoulder, he prepared to take off the head of the pompous brat in front of him. He put his full weight into the swing. He watched as the large hunk of metal passed right through the boy's neck. However, his head did not roll down onto the floor. His body dissipated into an outline. And then he faded until he could no longer be seen. Leaving behind a small disruption of air that quickly vanished. "What the?" He held the handle of his sword in both hands and brought it to the side. "Where did he go?"
"None of you are all that smart, are you?" A graceful voice came from behind the two guards. "The problem is the steel armor of yours. My sword can't pierce it." The two guards turned to face Starling. But as they did, the straps on their armor were slashed. Making their chest plates flop down and hit their legs. Exposing the white t-shirts under their armor. As the guards looked down at their chests, Starling turned around to face them. "Clothes, however. I'm more than capable of piercing." Before either of the two men had a chance to respond, the razor-thin rapier was pushed forward twice. Puncturing the chests of the two guards. The attack was executed quickly enough that neither guard could perceive it.
Blood spurted from the guards' chest wounds and mouths. The two guards collapsed onto their backs. "Damn. I forgot to find out where they were going. Oh well. Back to the hunt."
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At the entrance of the school, the newcomer to this class of Dragons looked at the hideout. She thought it was foolish for all of them to gather in one place. She was wearing what amounted to a casual dress and a face mask. She could have been confused for a regular civilian. The only people who would recognize her were the other Dragons.
|Gunko ????|
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Gunko had overheard some guards she had slaughtered say that the mayor had taken survivors to the schoolhouse. This information would make it easy for her to eliminate a large portion of the residents at once.
Once she was halfway to the schoolhouse, the doors opened on their own. Walking out was one of the other dragons. They wore a tight black leather suit. Buttoned up all the way and form-fitting, showing the figure's curvaceous form. Their black hair was short and messy, resembling a total bedhead. Their eyes were blacker than their leather. And they held an open-mouth smile, showing their spiked teeth with their tongue hanging out of their mouth. Gripped in their gloved hand was a metal pitchfork. The pitchfork was approximately four and a half feet in length. The pitchfork had a metal handle that ended in three prongs sticking outwards. "You're that new girl, right? You don't seem like a dragon to me."
|Carmilla Rimoshifu|
|Puncture Style|
Gunko could see the blood and cloth left on the pointy end of the pitchfork. "Well then it's a good thing I don't consider your thoughts on that matter." Speaking in a calm tone, Gunko approached the other dragon. "Am I to assume you've cleared out this schoolhouse?"
Every word Gunko spoke made Carmilla's eyes tense with anger. "I did clear it out~! I earned a cool 50 points in there, and I'm going to do it again." And again! Until I'm at the top of the scoreboard. And you look like a nice juicy point!" In one swift motion, Carmilla adjusted her hand on the pitchfork so she could thrust it directly into Gunko's stomach. Faster than Carmilla could see. Gunko's leg had swung up to knock away the weapon. Causing Carmilla's arm to fly backwards.
The celestial dragon managed to regain her balance as she was pushed backward. She pressed her boot heels into the ground to decelerate. "You bitch! I'll kill you!" Her playful yet unbalanced tone lost all cuteness. And ground into pure anger. As soon as she got her footing. Carmilla lunged back towards Gunko. The incident led to the two of them brawling in front of the bloodbath.
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Back at the arena, the crowd was going crazy. Right in front of them, the black fluid that made up the writing on the scoreboard changed rapidly. All of the celestial dragon families were excited about their family members doing so well. All except for Tyrus.
In contrast, the other family heads were able to watch their scores increase steadily. Tyrus' gaze was situated at the very bottom of the scoreboard. His arms were crossed while his leg was crossed over the other.
[[18. Justice Manmayer 31 Points]]
[[19. Ivan Topman 12 Points]]
[[20. Lance Duval 0 Points]]
Tyrus' nostrils flared as he bored his vision right into the never-changing. "Damn you, Lance. This better be some huge mistake." The anger in the knight's voice clipped his sentence short.
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