19 Reversal (2/2)
Two daggers faced the swift attacks of the rapier, sometimes interrupted by the menace of threads and the occasional body part. Lore roared with vigor as he attacked Doflamingo aiming at his neck at all times.
A loud 'Clang' rang in the air as the duo split screeching to a halt a meter away from each other, long gashes ran through the ruined pavement, as the developed storm of wind died down.
Doflamingo chuckled darkly as he looked at Lore. ”That all you got, kid? You got potential, why don't you join my crew, all you have to do is ditch those losers!” he said as he chuckled manically as he motioned to the downed Sorren and Fawkes, of who the latter had barely awoken as he rubbed his head.
”Fuffuf~ Why don't you think about it? You were gonna start a pirate crew weren't you?” he asked leeringly, surprising Lore. ”You can join mine, you'll have loads of riches! all you have to do is kill those two, and swear loyalty to me!” He finished willing his Haoshaku around him, enveloping the entire port in the process.
Lore looked at him condescendingly as he begun to chuckle. ”You call that, Conqueror's Haki? I might not be as strong as you physically Doflamingo, but you cannot compare with me in HAKI!” he roared as his Haoshaku arose in combat to that of Doflamingo.
There was an ethereal feel to it as it seemed to shroud a half of Minnon. A tyrannical pressure seemed to enshroud Doflamingo forcing him to his knees. ”You are a king? Then I am an Emperor!!” he continued as his Haoshaku seemed to solidify taking the form of a red Yukata. The disposition of a King!
Doflamingo kneeled there, his teeth gritting as he groaned in pain. The Port seemed to crack in protest as Lorean's intent seemed to put it under an immense invisible stress. Veins appeared on Doflamingo's temple, popping with a sickly green hew, forming a sharp contrast to his brown skin.
His white-framed shades seemed to crack under Lorean's prestige before eventually giving way and shattering to the ground. The aura seemed to have no intention of letting up as it constantly pressured the downed Doflamingo.
”Fuff..ffuf~ My, my. What pressure..” Doflamingo muttered through clenched teeth, as he forced his head up. His eyes steeled as he made it to his feet, the pressure seemed to begin to lift, being slowly pushed back as Doflamingo stood upright. His aura forming a small area around him, safe from the torrentious and overbearing aura boasted by Lorean.
His pink cloak lay in ruins to his side and his pants hung limply on his legs, yet he stood, the prestige of a king should never be questioned, even so if it were to be an old crippled dyeing king, let alone someone as young as Doflamingo!
”Shall we start round two, oh young wannabe Emperor?!”