Kále crossed the bridge between the two towns. As he did he spotted some people wandering around the town, similar to what he saw on the first side of the town. Something was different in this town though, the people were more serious, angry looking. He had both of his swords on his waist, they both sat on his right side. This made it slightly more difficult to get both of the swords out of their sheathes but it was how Kále had always kept his swords and so he liked it that way.
It also made him look really cool. He continued walking into the town. He passed the buildings near the bridge and walked into the center of the street. He stopped in the street and took a look around with his eyes.
Around Kále was the same as brandy town. Large Pueblo style clay buildings. Some with more wood than other giving them the look of more Typical Houses that may have been seen on the Country side or in the East Blue, but were distinctly different. Some whispered to one another as the watched Kále walks down the street. Some of them recognize the bloody ronin from his escapades Suddenly a group of three approached behind Kále and spoke. One of them wrapping their arm around Kále
"Hey~ You look new around these parts!" "Yeah!" Spoke another, a more sly ratty tone coming from the scrawny man. "Saw 'em come from brandy!"
"Brandy!" Spoke a deep voiced man "What does this guy think he's better than us!" The Entire group stopped. Causing Kále to stop as well. The Third man coming around the to face Kále. He was tall, about a foot taller than Kále. "How about you Hand over those swords of yours and we'll forgive this Infraction~" The man on Káles right unsheated a scimitar. And the Ratty man pulled out duel pistols. Taking two steps back, pointing two Percussion cap revolvers at Káles head.
The man in front pulled out a long polearm. Like that of a Halberd, from what seemed like a pocket on his Chest. "Don't put up a fight. It's futile..." He gave a smile as he one-handed the large pole arm, pointing the blade at Kále
Kále watched the men approach, taking note of each of their weapons and body types. The man who wrapped his arm around Kále was certainly bold. Who did he think he was?
When they started becoming more hostile and prepared their weapons for battle, Kále knew there was a fight coming. "You want my swords? Come and get 'em!" He grinned as he rapidly unsheathed his swords and dashed at the man with the pistols. Quickly attacking, swiping his two swords at the extended arms, attempting to disarm the man before he could fire.
Blood sprayed from the mains arms as deep gashes formed! Deep red mixed with bright crimson as the Artiral and Venous blood spewed from to deep wounds "GAH! You Bastard" Spoke the leader as the Ratty man stumbled backward. Then firing of two shots that broke through sound!
The one Weilding the Scimitar raised the large bladed sword above his head and attempted to swing it down as Káles back was turned At the same time the Leader of the group grit his teeth and thrusted the pole arm forward with a surprising amount of force! Wind and sound breaking around the blade! Onlookers looked on. Some even thought about joining into this!
Kále's attack succeeded, he had hoped to fully remove the man's hands, thus stopping him from firing but deep gashes is something he could settle for. Then, as the man fired two shots at him, Kále stepped back and to the side, dodging one of the bullets with the other one managing to hit the side of his head. Clipping his ear. The other two men attacked behind him, Kále pivoted on his left foot to face the other two men. He dodged the first man's sword but took the polearm to his side.
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On the left side of his abdomen. For any normal person, this would be a killing blow but Kále was just built differently. Now that the other men's attacks had either missed or hit, they were left open. Kále lifted his two swords up, holding them out at his sides, he then centered himself in-between the three men and rapidly spun around. Holding the two swords out and kicking up a powerful twister of wind to fly around him.
"Uramaki!" He yelled out as he spun.
The Powerful twister of wind shot back the Schimitar user and the ratty man with a powerful enough force that they flew into the buildings behind each of them and impacted into the walls with enough force that the clay cracked and cratered harshly. This simple display was enough that the more antsy of the cut throats decided against joining in.
But the wind wasn't enough to fully put down the Leader. Stumbling back with sweat beating down his face as he was truthfully filled with fear, he planted his feet and pulled out another huge pole arm from his pocket on his chest, clearly the power of a devil fruit. He then pulled weapon after weapon out of the pockets before he was suddenly armed to the teeth! Both of hands were clasped around pole arms, while around his wrist and forearms were clawed knuckles! "Pocket Arsenal!"
He cried as he readied himself. Pulling up and aiming one of the Polearms in a positon ready to throw, while the other was at the ready
As the man stumbled back in total fear, Kále smirked at the man's fear. "What kinda shrimp jumps into a fight without being ready to face death?" Kále sheathed Sujikiki's sword and held Kikumori out in front of him. "A devil fruit, eh?" He spoke as he saw the man's odd ability to pull weapons out of himself.
"You're shameful!" Kále sheathed Kikumori as he stared the man down. "And that... is worse than death." Almost instantly, Kále dashed at the man and slashed him diagonally across his chest before passing him and re-sheathing his sword. "Ittoryu Iai: Odayakana O Haka" Kále stopped behind the man, in a slightly crouched position. Having finally succeeded in his unsheathing attack.
The Attack suddenly hit him before he could even process what had happened! From his hip up to the mans shoulder suddenly split causing a fountain to spray from the deeply cut wound! The sword had cut through skin, muscle and even sliced clean through bone! The man let out an excruciating scream as he dropped his weapons and fell to his knees before falling flat, eyes rolled back. The people around them sweated as they looked around.
Unsure of how to process what was going on. The swordsman was strong! Some of them had to be stronger right? Even so...Best not to do anything and end up like those three. They could find better targets. And this guy didn't even have a bounty! Screw that!
Kále turned to see the crowd of other assailants running away. He stood tall watching them. "Guessing no one else wants a piece. Had it not been me they'd have torn some poor sack apart without a second thought." He looked down at the man laying on the ground in front of him. What kind of scum...
"They wanted my swords... I wonder why." He began walking down the street again, now that the large crowd of mean-looking people had dispersed. He was somewhat oblivious to the fact that he had a large cut on his abdomen and that his ear was about to hang off the side of his head.