109 Lights ou (2/2)

Fawkes followed his movements shortly with his eyes before he got to work at his end of things.

With a swift grunt he made his way to the end of the serpent's tail, his muscles bulging with a vigor of energy as he landed on it.

Then, he did something stupid. With Haki coating his entire body he pulled out a dagger, shoving it into the soft end of the tail and running along it, a faint line was created along the muscles as he did.

The creature had been starved for a long while, its muscles long losing their elastic toughness now replaced with a soft and week interior.

Enough Haki could cut it, and thus it did.

At this point the wound was merely a prick to the colossal creature, so it did not notice. Fawkes could wager that even if it did, it would not have cared, its body was tired starved and its mind was mad. If it couldn't catch its prey now, it would eat itself, of course that would only happen after all of them died….

With a dull roar he pulled apart the fine muscle and with it came a trail of scales.

Then he tied the tiny scales around the shimmering scales before throwing it over to the opposite side where Sorren ran, a small veil clutched tightly in his hands.

As Sorren looked over he quickly raised his hands, grabbing onto the chipped and almost broken dagger. Then he looked over at the captain, just in time in fact to bear witness to the snake barely swiveling out of the way of its tail.

The captain rampaged on its forehead, tearing at its heavily lidded eyes with his strange movements and dagger empowered with so much Haki that it gleamed with a light similar to that of a O' Wazamono blade.

With a gulp of fear he solidified his gaze. Then with a resolute bellow he stuck the vial's contents into his open mouth.

Lorean looked around, joy evident in his gaze, along with a healthy dose of fatigue and fear of course.

His first mate glanced at him, and his crew doctor glared at him. Then as one an unreal pressure erupted, the mountain shook and the semi conscious humans around all fell unconscious, a few fell into the water and a few others fell on each other.

The creature looked around, for the first time in its life being subjected to a pressure that it had never felt it could only rage.

Anger appearing in its eyes it widened its maw to an unreal length, almost enough to swallow a building in fact. Then it roared.

And that had been what they had been waiting for. As one the trio jumped, the thin layer of muscle and scales cutting into the creature mouth as the landed around it. Lorean on the other hand jumped right into its mouth, his daggers at the ready as he plunged them into the creature's inner mouth.

He moved quickly for if he stayed in one area too long he would burn away with the level of venom in the creature's mouth.

Blood flowed like rivers, as its forked tongue flailed around. With a shriek it moved, still pressured by the insane pressure that the trio emitted together it flailed. The entire creature seemingly on fire.

Its tails moved with a great vigor, a much greater vigor than the one it had displayed when it faced off Lorean alone. All thoughts of conserving energy and hunger had fled its mind, for the first time in that encounter the great Yuda felt a fear of death.

At first the water raged higher and higher as it attempted to move, slowly its limbs heated up. The age old muscles locking up as the creature choked on a mixture of blood, an O' so unhealthy amount of venom and a fatigue that its century old body could not handle.

With a mighty thud the monster finally began to shriek lesser and lesser, a pained whimper in its eyes as the deceptive lids that covered them sought to drown out the faint light of hope from within its eyes.

Slowly the behemoth sunk into the water, two figure right behind its head still holding on for dear life.

Sorren alone seemed to be pulling all the weight as Fawkes for the first time in his life used his body might to stabilize another.

And as the mighty winds began to cease so too the movement of the century old tyrant as its archaic blood finally stopped flowing to all parts of its longer than necessary body.

Then with a final heave the jaw of the creature splintered, and with that the last hopes of life.

From its bloody maw a tired captain slowly walked out, as the head plunged into the water below….