21 Conclusion (1/2)
Fawkes stared flabbergasted as his captain plummeted into the dark depths of the stormy ocean, his face crunched in discomfort as he slowly rose to his feet, steadying himself with the butt of his axe, wincing as he did so.
A line of shallow wounds dotted his chest and upper limbs as streams of blood flowed down them. A layer of powdered pavement coated the top of his head making his hair gritty and stiff. His grey eyes seethed with bottomless rage as deep arching breaths shook his entire body.
His beard lay in a torn mess and his shirt had long ceased to resemble a piece of clothing now assuming the form of a bad patchwork of threads obviously woven by a novice weaver who had had too much to drink or had begun to work as soon as happy hour had ceased to entertain him.
Doflamingo looked on at the injured man, a smirk of disdain on his leering face and a torn shirt that seemed to hung on for dear life on his carved chest. A silver glow shone from his recently gotten injury, already healing, held together by ingenious use of otherwise deadly strings.
His arm still remained useless, though a line of strings soon rectified the problem, as Doflamingo controlled his arm as a puppet master would a puppet. The injured mass of flesh now begun to move, slowly at first but gaining momentum quickly returning to tip-top working condition in a matter of seconds.
”You're captain was an interesting man, you on the other hand…..Just go and Die!” he said as he begun cackling, a pack of strings shot towards Fawkes as he made a failed attempt to get out of its way, hobbling to the side with the aid of his heavy one-handed axe which had by now lost all offensive capabilities, demoted to a mere walking stick.
A shrill noise echoed into the air as the tip of the axe rubbed against the fragmented ground. ”[Axe Art: Mountain cutter]….” he said feebly as he swung his bladed weapon toward Doflamingo. A feeble light shot from its sharp edge trotting weakly towards the now guffawing Doflamingo. The attack faded out of existence on making contact with Doflamingo's bony finger.
A shrill laughter rocketed into the sky as Doflamingo doubled over. His chest heaved as he chuckled mirthfully. ”Mountain Cutter..? more like grass cutter! What a joke! You call that an attack newbie? I was hurt more by an ant bite than by that feeble attack…Hey, what about I let you go so you can actually fill your stomach, then maybe your attacks might actually sting me!” he mocked as he swung his rapier lazily.
A pink flash of light shone from its sharp edge as it charged towards Fawkes aiming evidently toward the base of his neck as it gleamed with a cruel light. Fawkes collapsed to his knees as he groaned barely supported by his upside-down axe. The light passed him by as Doflamingo scowled.
fawkes's fists glowed a dark black as he began swinging it towards the horde of strings. ”Oho~ YOu can use Haki too? First your captain, now you?” Doflamingo stated as he looked on in interest. Strings upon strings lay torn on the ground as Fawkes swung aimlessly.
He let out a desperate groan as he finally collapsed, letting the threads engulf him as he did so. Inside the string cocoon, where Doflamingo could not see him, he pulled out a small vial looking at it conspiringly.
'Fuck, captain said not to drink it, but desperate times call for desperate measures I suppose..' he thought smiling ruefully as he chugged the barely filled canister.