72 A field of ice and flowers (1/2)
As the battle progressed Angella could not help but begin to pant. Her hair had long stuck to her temple and her blade lay chipped at her side.
After the first of her [jagged blade] attacks, the vice admiral had obviously wisened up and decided to block the rest of her attacks.
A circular ice shield stood proudly in his hands, gleaming in the shoddy sunlight that peeked through the lines of black smoke.
The entirety of his right side had frozen up and his breath seemed to steam outward as he stood tall in the face of his still enraged enemy.
[ICE TIME] he called out gritting his teeth in anger as he flourished his hands forward. A gush of icicles formed in the wind that was suddenly blowing, forming a contingent of icy needles that stood opposite his sword wielding foe.
The wind began to build up swirling and spiraling in front of him, a typhoon of ice shards had been formed..
Angella's face ashened, her brown eyes considering the monstrous typhoon that blew from her foes hands. Her cap had long flown away and her otherwise silky black hair had flown out easily behind her.
”[Shard blade style: petals on the horizon]!” She roared out as her rapier jumped out towards the icy hurricane. Each flourish of the blade seemed to change the flow of the wind, each movement seemed to create the illusion of a cherry blossom shedding, and each move seemed to change the very flow of the battle.
As an observer if this battle were to be seen, one would find themselves bearing witness to a sky clouding storm of maddening beauty facing off against a ravager of nature. One blue and the other green with tinges of pink. One speckled with ice, while the other seeming only to be a figment of one's imagination.
As Kuzan's move neared her, she could not help but snort, bodily shoving herself in the way of the coming onslaught accompanied with a terrifying attack of her own.
Kuzan swiftly jumped backward, for the first time in his life worrying in a battle with a non Haki user for his safety.
For some reason it seemed that his Haki had been driven into overdrive. Even as he saw his opponent face off desperately against his attack he could not help but become nervous. For even though he held the upper hand in this conflict, he still felt that it would be a good idea to retreat. Especially as he remembered the warning bursts of Conqueror's Haki that had been fired at him as the ship neared.
As the two attacks collided, he took a brief amount of satisfaction in the fact that he heard a cry of pain from his opponent over the loud crash that accompanied a collision of a dynamic icy hurricane and the incisive attack of sword energies.
With a roar of rage the two storms contended rupturing the ice beneath their feet and forcing the two ships facing off against each other to sway terrifyingly.
The icy flooring rumbled as thorny pillars began to rise from them, each with a terrifying roar of an avalanche over the sea floor.