Bettal watched as the attack unfolded, it was swift, but not too quick for him to not track. He'd certainly be unlucky if Noir had tried and added any more speed to his attack
Swiftly spinning around he grabbed the Leg of the cook, lifted him over head and slammed him into the ground with one swift movement! Used the fist that was still balled he leapt up a few feet off the ground and attempted to plant the attack straight into the sternum of the chef! "Salt of the Sea! Coral Fist!"
Fishmen Karate. A specialized martial art that Fishmen learned from masters. From being a fantastic martial art with similar principles and fighting techniques like that of Karate, with the advantage of relying on a Fishmens naturally strong physicality, to being able to control and manipulate water in both air and bodies. While this was only a pseudo control, using pressure created to push volumes of water. There were those in the world that could control the very water itself telekinetically.
The martial art was not what granted this ability, merely a way of teaching a Fishmen to properly do so with efficiency. Seeing as teaches such as Fishman Jujutsu, Fishman Tai Chi, Fishman Muy Thai, also exist.
Noirs eyes widened as he felt the grip of the Fishman tighten around his leg. Noir was suddenly up in the air and then nearly face down into the ground by the next second. Reeling from the involuntary relocation, Noir grunted from the pain and was quick to look up again.
Thank god he did look up, because Bettal was going straight for him instantly. Noir dug his teeth into the filter of the cigarette before quickly forcing himself into roll to the side, narrowly missing the punch. It was a hair away from his body, he could even feel the gust of the force of the punch hit his clothes as it missed and slammed into the ground.
The betta fish's hand caused a sizeable crater in the ground. He was far stronger than most fishmen, being ten times stronger that a normal human with only a moderate amount of exertion. Just as the pirana Fishman child off in the other section of the courtyard was. Such strength was quite rare to see in fishmen. But that was nothing compared to what Barnum was.
By his own assumption, and how he had effortlessly beaten both Bettal and Sujikiki upon first meeting them with ease, Barnum himself had to have had the strength of tenfold the amount of a normal human casually in just his arms! But compared to the stories of someone like Gratis...who was said to have been even multiple times stronger than even the likes of Barnum! Truly the gap in strength between him and his subordinate was vast. But there was still a way to go in terms of how powerful someone could truly become...
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“Using named moves, are we? Tsk tsk, so soon? I guess if we are really heating things up then…”
Noir was quick to act after, flat on his stomach after rolling. He started to roll again quickly, moving further away from Bettal to get some distance while moving onto his back. He was going to have to clean his suit after this, for sure, he thought grimly. He kept rolling, using that wonderful momentum to go onto his stomach again and used a small kick of his legs into the air to help him put his arm underneath him, spinning on his palm to maneuver himself so the bottoms of his feet and back were pointed at the Fishman. In one swift movement, he pulled both of his legs back closer to himself, still having them up in the air, before pushing his whole body up into the air with just his hand.
He extended his legs hard into Bettal’s side, hitting him with a ruthless donkey kick. “Bistecca Piedi!”
Bettal had immediately come down onto his knee, fist already pulled back and in the middle of being fired forward as Noir rolled out of the way! But the chef was simply too swift! As Bettal's gaze raised to meet his opponent as his fist flew up through the air in a vain attempt to land an uppercut, the heel of the chef caught him by surprise! Impacting straight into his face with enough force that he was utterly sent flying to the other side of the Courtyard before bursting through the cement wall! A large hole was left in the wake of the chefs might kick!
"Hng...Damn-ACK!" Bettal attempted to sit up, but the sharp pain of his broken nose shot through him as he raised a hand up before his mind succumbed to unconsciousness...
Noir didn’t fall down back to the ground after the kick just yet, he kept his legs up into the air, lifted his body straight up and down into a clean, one-handed handstand, before contracting his arm and pushing out again, launching himself up into the air enough to flip forward onto his feet neatly.
Even while beating ass, he did it with style. Typical gentleman… or showoff. He started to brush himself off while taking a good look at the damage he had dealt to Bettal. With a little scoff, he took the cigarette from his mouth.
“All bark, no bite.” He said with a bit of smirk, clearly seeing the crater the Fishman had left in the ground in his wake.
Noir tossed the cigarette bud to the ground, stepped out the ember of it, and started to pull a new one out of his pocket along with his lighter as he turned to check up on the others.