Set 7 - Shanks 11
Title: Lost Arm
Theme: #23 replacement
Claim: Shanks
(Words:) 658
Rating: K+
Warnings: Fighting and death, nothing graphic though
Disclaimer(s): I do not own One Piece, unfortunately.
Shanks laughed in delight as he clashed swords with the enemy captain. His opponent was obviously outmatched, but it wasn’t a bad workout. Either way, Shanks was prodigiously entertained.
Boy, was he glad to be up and about again! After the injury he sustained in Fuusha, the crew’s doctor had expressly forbidden Shanks from taking part in any form of strenuous activity, which naturally included sword fights. Thus Shanks had been absolutely itching for battle.
He had to commend this pirate crew somewhat, daring to challenge a Yonko. A more ruthless one, for example Kaidou, would have made short work of this daring crew and annihilated them all. Whitebeard may either get rid of them or take them in, depending on his mood.
Red Haired Shanks could respect their bravery and would let them go without major fatalities. After beating them senseless, of course. No reason to miss the chance for some good fun.
Yet the thrill from this battle simply couldn’t match up to that of a truly skilled opponent. Maybe he should give Mihawk a visit sometime soon. It had been too long since he had last seen the swordsman. But for now, this battle had to suffice. It wasn’t every day that someone worked up the courage to fight Red-Haired Shanks on a one-to-one fight, after all.
At least, it had been a one-to-one fight until an unexpected trick by the enemy changed the tide of the battle.
Without warning, a man charged in with a roar from his left, wielding a huge axe.
His sword was locked in combat with the enemy captain. Previously, Shanks could have easily drawn his second sword to deflect the new attack without breaking a sweat. But he could no longer do so. And the enemy knew it.
Meeting eyes with his opponent, he saw vindictive triumph in those eyes. The bastard had planned this, deliberately exploiting Shanks’ new weakness.
The red-haired pirate narrowed his eyes in distaste. It appeared that he had overestimated the enemy. There was no honor in this man.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a few of the closer crew members turn to aid their captain. They cried in outrage at the enemy’s underhanded trick to attack Shanks’ more vulnerable left side. But Shanks could tell that they couldn’t possibly reach him in time, locking in their own fights as they were.
The axe swung closer and closer. The man let out a crow of triumph, confident that he would be the one to take down one of famed Yonko.
And suddenly, the man was dead.
Shanks didn’t even blink.
Finding an opening, he ran his sword through the foolish pirate captain who dared to make an enemy of a Yonko. It was not a fatal wound, but effectively disabled his opponent. The man fell to the ground with a howl.
“Did you really think that you could take out the captain by targeting his left side?” A member of the Red Hair Pirates jeered from somewhere in the crowd.
Shanks glared down at the enemy captain with great distaste. “Get out of my sight.”
But the man wasn’t done yet with his tricks. The captain, in a last desperate attempt to take the life of the Yonko, whipped out a gun to shoot at Shanks.
A sharp retort rang through the air.
The handgun clattered to the wooden floor, followed by the thump of its lifeless owner. Panicked cries rose from the enemy crew as they witnessed their captain’s instant death.
A distance away, Benn Beckman wordlessly tucked his rifle back into his sash. His gaze met Shanks’ for a brief moment. No words were exchanged between the two, but there was a mutual understanding and trust between captain and first-mate.
One day, Shanks would learn to reflexively guard both sides with his one remaining arm.
But until then, Benn would fight and protect in the place of that lost arm.
Theme: #23 replacement
Claim: Shanks
(Words:) 658
Rating: K+
Warnings: Fighting and death, nothing graphic though
Disclaimer(s): I do not own One Piece, unfortunately.
Shanks laughed in delight as he clashed swords with the enemy captain. His opponent was obviously outmatched, but it wasn’t a bad workout. Either way, Shanks was prodigiously entertained.
Boy, was he glad to be up and about again! After the injury he sustained in Fuusha, the crew’s doctor had expressly forbidden Shanks from taking part in any form of strenuous activity, which naturally included sword fights. Thus Shanks had been absolutely itching for battle.
He had to commend this pirate crew somewhat, daring to challenge a Yonko. A more ruthless one, for example Kaidou, would have made short work of this daring crew and annihilated them all. Whitebeard may either get rid of them or take them in, depending on his mood.
Red Haired Shanks could respect their bravery and would let them go without major fatalities. After beating them senseless, of course. No reason to miss the chance for some good fun.
Yet the thrill from this battle simply couldn’t match up to that of a truly skilled opponent. Maybe he should give Mihawk a visit sometime soon. It had been too long since he had last seen the swordsman. But for now, this battle had to suffice. It wasn’t every day that someone worked up the courage to fight Red-Haired Shanks on a one-to-one fight, after all.
At least, it had been a one-to-one fight until an unexpected trick by the enemy changed the tide of the battle.
Without warning, a man charged in with a roar from his left, wielding a huge axe.
His sword was locked in combat with the enemy captain. Previously, Shanks could have easily drawn his second sword to deflect the new attack without breaking a sweat. But he could no longer do so. And the enemy knew it.
Meeting eyes with his opponent, he saw vindictive triumph in those eyes. The bastard had planned this, deliberately exploiting Shanks’ new weakness.
The red-haired pirate narrowed his eyes in distaste. It appeared that he had overestimated the enemy. There was no honor in this man.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a few of the closer crew members turn to aid their captain. They cried in outrage at the enemy’s underhanded trick to attack Shanks’ more vulnerable left side. But Shanks could tell that they couldn’t possibly reach him in time, locking in their own fights as they were.
The axe swung closer and closer. The man let out a crow of triumph, confident that he would be the one to take down one of famed Yonko.
And suddenly, the man was dead.
Shanks didn’t even blink.
Finding an opening, he ran his sword through the foolish pirate captain who dared to make an enemy of a Yonko. It was not a fatal wound, but effectively disabled his opponent. The man fell to the ground with a howl.
“Did you really think that you could take out the captain by targeting his left side?” A member of the Red Hair Pirates jeered from somewhere in the crowd.
Shanks glared down at the enemy captain with great distaste. “Get out of my sight.”
But the man wasn’t done yet with his tricks. The captain, in a last desperate attempt to take the life of the Yonko, whipped out a gun to shoot at Shanks.
A sharp retort rang through the air.
The handgun clattered to the wooden floor, followed by the thump of its lifeless owner. Panicked cries rose from the enemy crew as they witnessed their captain’s instant death.
A distance away, Benn Beckman wordlessly tucked his rifle back into his sash. His gaze met Shanks’ for a brief moment. No words were exchanged between the two, but there was a mutual understanding and trust between captain and first-mate.
One day, Shanks would learn to reflexively guard both sides with his one remaining arm.
But until then, Benn would fight and protect in the place of that lost arm.