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| - Using Marshall’s sword as a grip of sorts, Knave lifted both his feet up, then, surrounding them with heat and kinetic energy, delivered a kick with both feet into the swordsman’s chest! Marshall let out a large hiccup of blood, then stumbled back, keeping his grip on the sword. Knave immediately crouched, surrounding his free hand with the white, flame-like substance, preparing to deliver another blow to Marshall’s head. However, the swordsman managed to regain some semblance of coherence while Knave prepared for this, and promptly acted. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Pura?!”
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| - Using Marshall’s sword as a grip of sorts, Knave lifted both his feet up, then, surrounding them with heat and kinetic energy, delivered a kick with both feet into the swordsman’s chest! Marshall let out a large hiccup of blood, then stumbled back, keeping his grip on the sword. Taking advantage of this momentary lapse of concentration, Knave gripped the blade even tighter, then yanked it towards him, sending Marshall toppling forward! Knave then surrounded his forehead with the heat energy, smashing his head into him! The impact was so great it caused the swordsman to crash into the ground, leaving a small crater. Knave immediately crouched, surrounding his free hand with the white, flame-like substance, preparing to deliver another blow to Marshall’s head. However, the swordsman managed to regain some semblance of coherence while Knave prepared for this, and promptly acted. “DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH, IDIOT!” he cried, his sword striking quickly and hard. Knave grunted as a trail of blood sprayed out of his shoulder. He quickly recomposed himself and attempted the blow once more, but Marshall was a touch faster, and began cutting the marimo lad at an incredibly rapid pace. “IDIOT, IDIOT, IDIOT!” he cried as he did so, “DID YOU THINK YOU COULD EVEN HOPE TO BEAT ME, YOU WANNABE PIRATE?! THIS IS THE GRAND LINE! IDIOTS LIKE YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A HOPE OF SURVIVING BEYOND THIS POINT! WHY DON’T YOU JUST GIVE UP!!” “SHUT UP!” Knave cried, finally bring his fist down, smashing into the swordsman’s face and sending it plowing into the ground, the sound of his nose and jaw breaking filling the air! “YOUR VOICE IS ANNOYING ME, IDIOT!” “GNH!” the swordsman cried, then flung his sword up, cutting once more into Knave, though this time significantly deeper than previous attacks. The force of it was so great that Knave was flung into the air along with the strike! He fell backwards, a massive amount of blood spilling out of the wound, and he toppled to the ground, rapidly fading into unconsciousness... Marshall Rihawk struggled to his feet, walking unsteadily over to where Knave was lying, his vision blurry from the force of the punch. “Stupid ass punk,” the swordsman growled, raising his sword, “DIE LIKE ALL THE REST!” Marshall started as he sword was blocked by an all-too-familiar pitch black blade with a dragon-like hilt. He scowled even deeper, gripping the hilt of his blade with both hands. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Pura?!” Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
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