Rise Of A New Heart

Chapter 24: Un-holy Reunion

The man with the single sword went for Law as well but penguin cut in and engaged the enemy first. Further away, Bepo was up against both the man with mace and the woman with her rope dart. Not one to be left out, Bart challenged the man in the gauntlets, the metal clanged as their hands met in an initial test of strength.

Enyo began charging for the woman who had beaten her once, she wanted retribution. She was nearly there when the man with the spear made an attempt to skewer her.

"Stop!"

The yellow eyed thief said, and the man stopped dead, looking at her in confusion.

"She's mine."

Her voice was confident, and the reedy man gave a seedy smile and went off to help his friend with Bart.

"Now, let's finish what we started."

Enyo focused on the woman, and that weird sense welled inside of her, like she could feel the very tension in the air. The animal woman lunged, claws out, slashing for Enyo's face, but the steely haired woman dodged, just like Bepo had shown her. She rolled into a crouching position and sent a few tendrils of hair lashing for the enemy, those shining nails shredded through the attack. As the severed hair fell Enyo leapt forward, brandishing Selene, and made to slice the woman's midsection, but the thief was nimble, and twisted out of the way, swiping again at Enyo. The pirate dodged once more but not fast enough, three slashes ruined the upper arm of her new suit, and blood tricked down the limb, not severe, but enough to earn a hiss from the one eyed woman.

"I can see that you're piss poor at fighting."

The thief teased.

"But even if you weren't a complete novice, it would still be pointless."

That striped tail swayed from side to side as a cruel smile cracked her ruby painted lips.

"I ate the furry furry no mi, model raccoon. I am a racoon Woman, you can't hope to match my agility, or my strength, or my claws."

Enyo let out something between a huff and a scoff.

"I see, that explains why you're such a skulking coward."

The zoan user didn't look too pleased at the insult.

"And as for everything else, I think I'll just surpass you instead."

As the words fell from her lips Enyo's hair rippled, wrapping around her arms, amassing beyond her fingertips, extending thier reach. The thief's golden eyes widened as she saw her opponents arms open before her, as if welcoming her to her doom.

"Nemean Claw..."

The pirate uttered, as the undulating strands bound tight and took shape, a pair of hulking yet sleek gauntlets ending in large fierce talons encased her arms. Enyo took in a calm breath, getting a feel of the new extremities, flexing them, letting the thief imagine how she might use them as she stood there in fear. Finally, Enyo attacked.

Law didn't have time to check on everyone's battles, he was busy with his own opponents. It was his sword vs three others, the nun with the katana, and the dual wielding man. Steel hit him from every direction, and in every direction, he blocked. The constant and harsh clash of metal sounded around him, it was annoying, and he was starting to get a headache. Law hadn't slept since yesterday, and once returned to the sub and seeing after his crews health went to his office to brood, on his stolen goods, and on the suspicious clergy. He'd had a theory, but it made him sick. Those of the cloth were supposed to help people, guide them. Law wasn't a religious person by any means, but growing up he and his classmates were taught and cared for by the kind sister, and they all met a horrible end.