Round One! FIGHT!
Who: Sir Crocodile and God Eneru
When: Earlier in the evening of February 9th
Where: An island off the coast of Crocodile's current location, in the middle of a wild squall
Warnings: A battle of epic Devil Fruits, challenges, cursing, megalomania, egomania
The air above the small spit of land crackled with energy. It had been a simple squall before, but now the clouds overheard were swirling, darkening in an unnaturally fast manner. The wind continued to roar as the storm grew more and more wild, kicking up sand on the island below furiously.
"What a pathetic little piece of Vearth," Eneru remarked disdainfully as his recently repaired ark hovered among the clouds. He gazed upon their chosen battlefield, his adorned arms spread wide as electricity emanated from his fingertips. "I could obliterate it with a simple thought...ah."
A smile curved on God's lips as he finally heard his voice, far below in the center of the Vearth. It was not the voice of a warrior on edge, ready for combat. On the contrary, he seemed relaxed, at ease among the whirling storm clouds...
Eneru laughed then; how interesting indeed!
A sudden crack of lightening filled the air, and Eneru was gone from his ship.
Instantly, in the brief flash, he was standing on the Vearth, his feet settling on the sand as he looked through the whirling sand at the man he'd come to meet.
"So you are Sir Crocodile. Your voice intrigues me," he said languidly, his voice almost lazy as he spoke.
When: Earlier in the evening of February 9th
Where: An island off the coast of Crocodile's current location, in the middle of a wild squall
Warnings: A battle of epic Devil Fruits, challenges, cursing, megalomania, egomania
The air above the small spit of land crackled with energy. It had been a simple squall before, but now the clouds overheard were swirling, darkening in an unnaturally fast manner. The wind continued to roar as the storm grew more and more wild, kicking up sand on the island below furiously.
"What a pathetic little piece of Vearth," Eneru remarked disdainfully as his recently repaired ark hovered among the clouds. He gazed upon their chosen battlefield, his adorned arms spread wide as electricity emanated from his fingertips. "I could obliterate it with a simple thought...ah."
A smile curved on God's lips as he finally heard his voice, far below in the center of the Vearth. It was not the voice of a warrior on edge, ready for combat. On the contrary, he seemed relaxed, at ease among the whirling storm clouds...
Eneru laughed then; how interesting indeed!
A sudden crack of lightening filled the air, and Eneru was gone from his ship.
Instantly, in the brief flash, he was standing on the Vearth, his feet settling on the sand as he looked through the whirling sand at the man he'd come to meet.
"So you are Sir Crocodile. Your voice intrigues me," he said languidly, his voice almost lazy as he spoke.