#your captain

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Your Captain: Get her fueled.

 A loud deafening shot was heard echoing throughout the area, “Sorry, I’m late. Couldn’t help notice ye looked desperate for some back relief. So, I said screw it and gave you an eye for an eye from scratching my back all those passing Sun’s ago.” from overhead that brought a sudden cold as it penetrated through the injury that was rejuvenated previously of Rykashi’s in his shoulder causing him to drop a katana and have difficulty carrying anymore on that side of his arm another shot quickly unreleased from the chamber as it hit directly in the same spot again. Following the same accompanied voice, the pirate passed off a gleaming smirk of radiant confidence. “Besides, ye ticked me off, if anyone gets to beat around the old man it’s going to be the one he bastardized.”

Steam sizzling off the muzzle of the flintlock. He’d notice the Samurai pausing but still held grip on a shimmering sword, Kuro prepared to reload for another fire and sent it forward but he didn’t even see Rykashi turn to notice his bullet had been slit in-half and his entire firearm had also been sliced.

This caused Kuro to back-step and drop his weaponry and open widely.

“Why do I never run into anyone normal?” The pirate exhaled and drew his own hingan crafted katana’s trained by Silvana his mentor and given by his Captain Gark.

He sized up as Rykashi turned to face him, “This had nothing to do with you... Now for interfering, I’ll have to take you out too. There is nothing that I cannot cut.”

Clearing being a rebellious prick Kuro would shrug his shoulders. “Mate, I don’t know what ye do in the Far East but on the Seas, we just get to killing each-other by now, especially after shooting. So I’m b’ skipping this whole monologue thing. As for your whole ‘Grrr, I’m a Samurai’ code thing, I could care less. Ye overstepped on my rightful claim.”

He’d stand firmly still and bluntly his eye watching carefully his instincts attempt to monitor.

Rykashi passed a feint curve of his lips intrigued before having to make demonstration as the movement of the wind started slicing forward. The Kuro was sliced in half standing before Rykashi before learning it was a clone the entire time that was set up in preparation

While the real Kuro would rappel from cliff-side upwards and behind Rykashi in a split second using his grappling hook he often keeps in his leather satchel.

His sword coming in only to be blocked by the skilled Samurai the measure in their aether between them was unreal and this was an already weakened Rykashi. Deflecting and push Kuro back as they fought close. Kuro would be tripped up and begin falling down. Rykashi’s blade came forward, but Kuro would use his unorthodox fighting style to use his boots to barely hold the blunt of the blade at bay and attempt to disarm Rykashi. Though was having difficulty.

He’d pop open the bottom of his hilt that held a special department where a chain was stored in Kuro’s blades and swing it around Rykashi’s throat attempting to strangulate him back causing him to have to divert and pull back.

Kuro stood back up and drew his hands in his pockets and release a bundle of sand into the face of Rykashi causing his sight to go wary. Rykashi would play this off as it landing but he closed his eyes before the sand could even obscure him.

Thinking he had the advantage over the swordsman. He’d attempt to use the chains that still hung wrapped around Rykashi’s throat by pulling him inward and then would go to get a decisive strike. Only for those very chains to be entirely broken as Rykashi slashed forward with his prismatic blade once again and came forward slashing against Kuro causing him to fall backwards.

His pirate’s hat falling down with him his head landing on-top it and shattering of glass was heard in the secret layer under a fold in his hat. Breaking one of his options.

Gasping loudly as only the force alone of it was catastrophic he’d stand back up his vestments embodied steel and armor broken. He’d pull the remainder of it’s tatters off him and stand back in realization. He’d pry off his eye-patch and let forth his own Truesight that he shared with his old man except on a lesser extent since he chose to keep one of his own eyes available to see people and the womanly treasures of Eorzea he often said plus being a Captain would be hard by being solely blind.

Drawing forward his katana again and getting an amp up. “I always preferred fighting without constrictions.” He’d ghost step forward shuttering his optical lens and holding in concentration to appear before Rykashi. He’d start stance swapping using one sword to parry and block while the other continuously lunged forward offensively.

Rykashi deflected every attack forward though and whatever his blade was made of and the aether being channeled into it was causing Kuro’s own katana to slowly chip and crack from the pressure. Kuro noticing this would back off and throw each katana on opposite hands and then switch again his stance and start stealing off the noble fighting style an act in a fencing style. One arm behind your back as you held your posture sternly and searched for exploits more defensively.

Kuro’s tail rummaging back in his satchel attempting to find some grenades or something to use against Rykashi this close and personal but only finding a fish since he hurried to get here a lot of his arsenal was missing. He’d throw it at Rykashi’s face leaving him somewhat stunned at the whiplash.

Which brought in an aggression that caused him to break off Kuro’s katana turning it into a broken hilt and started getting some cuts against him. Kuro’s amber hue flashed to get out of the pinned corners. He only had one ballsy attempt to do. He’d use his Truesight to catch the upcoming sword strike of Rykashi’s and latch on with his bare hand cutting his palm harshly and clinging to it. With a growling snarl.

Kuro’s used his last remaining blade to slice into the same shoulder as previously and slash down cleanly against Rykashi’s muscular but nimble frame.

Before Kuro could celebrate though, Rykashi was the one even though he was hit and spewing his sanguine in droplets he’d be panting since the injury wasn’t too deep. Would begin showing an expression that the battle was over.

Kuro didn’t know that touching any of Rykashi’s blades often had an effect and this one in particular was death to the touch. Kuro engulfed in a volatile source of harmful energy being a foul signature released. Causing him to scream out in agony before dropping down. His remaining sword dropping down as he collapsed. Rykashi watching would break Kuro’s other remaining sword to send a message. That there isn’t a single blade out there that is superior to his.

Flicker watching would cry in helplessness before Rykashi paused something was happening in the air. As Kuro went silent he’d begin stirring against trembling weakly on his knee. Rykashi’s mouth opened amazed and agape, “You really have stolen Death’s luck. Though the sword’s curse didn’t work... I sped up the process for your own self-destruction. You Solaire’s have fought well... But your swords cannot break the one that I am. I’ll let your Ferryman take you now.”