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Post by Francis Drake on Apr 28, 2016 1:08:25 GMT
The pirate had no qualms about keeping this fight long distance, in fact she would have preferred it that way. Though it seemed as if the the man in red had no intentions of allowing her to stay at long range and fire away at will. A quick bastard he was, as he made his way forward by avoiding bullet after bullet and swaying them away from him with his sword.
Less than a few seconds had the fight gone one and it was already looking as if it was starting to liven up a bit. Her gun swatted away by his sword and her hand grabbed by his free one. She listened to his words...but only a grin grew on that scarred face of hers. A wide grin of joy, she moved as if she was about to bring her main hand back but such was not the case. It was a simple distraction to force the Elusive Red man to focus on her pistol.
Nay! The woman who set the sun had more prominent and effective plans. Without a single word from the pirate three canons formed in the air above her pointing downward at an angle onto the elusive red, a swift kick up with her foot against his knee to weaken his movement and attempt to free herself from his grip to jump back would be followed up by three large canon rounds firing as Drake whispered the words " Culverin..." All three of the mighty canon balls being like that of a C rank noble phantasm in them-self.
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