[Loop Lionheart – Pissed as hell! Limit-breeeeak!!!]
The noble knight's eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. Beneath the light of the moon, torn bodies of prisoners and slaves lay where Loop had once assumed pirates would. The iron chains that wound up their limbs could tell no other tale. Silently he studied the bodies, filled with morbid fascination. Why had these men, innocent and enslaved as they were, charged at him even at the face of certain doom? Why had they been so fearless in their attempt to assault him, when it was painfully obvious he was one with both the ability and willingness to free them?
Understanding dawned a second later and in the face of such evil, something snapped within the knight.
As rain started to fall from the heavens above, his eyes went downcast, A deep ache bloomed within Loop’s heart and sorrow overcame his mind. Yet not for the reasons some would think, for along with them came rage. The knight’s grip on his sword tightened and his hands shook. His teeth gritted tightly enough for his gums to bleed. As the mental dams he had placed to contain feelings such as wrath and blood-lust overflowed, his emerald eyes thundered with primal fury.
So submerged was the knight in his own surging emotions, that he didn’t even register the peculiar scarecrow’s arrival or its words. Instead his eyes remained transfixed at the deck of the ship, where the probable cause of his ire, most surely lay and quietly he watched as the aforementioned mass of killer intent approached the upper decks of the ship. It was not long until the human shaped monster with the teddy bear on its shoulder, showed its face.
"This is your doing, isn't it?" Loop growled after a brief moment of silence. He could feel more and more people steadily gathering at their. The members of the ragtag pirate crew he sailed with, if his senses where correct, which they always were. Yet his choose to ignore his unlikely allies in favour of delivering justice upon the abomination than now faced him.
Slowly he entered the proper stance, his body lowering as his feet moved ever so slightly apart, his shacking hands griping tightly the sword pressed against his side.
“Innocent men trying to defend the lives of everyone on this ship, my springing ass.” Loop hissed, his voice trembling with barely controlled fury. “These men, innocent as they are, have been ripped from their homes and placed into slavery. Judging by their physical condition, they’ve been tortured, they’ve been abused! Enough to fear their captors more than the swift death my sword could deliver and after all that, after all that torment, you send them to die on your whims? You cowardly tyrant.”
He knew the chances of him winning where slim, hell, this attack was properly suicide, but Loop had little choice. His honour was at risk.
“My friends” He begun, addressing the pirates around him. “I shall be the one to face this fiend. I know I may fall, but the code on which I am sworn demands that I try to end him. There is no need for you to put your selves at risk. I implore you to use the time I will attempt buy in order to retreat to the enemy’s second vessel and escape.”
The time had come.
Loop shot forwards in a blinding feat of speed. All the power he had been collecting in his muscles for the past minute exploding for the sake of a single, perfect attack. As time slowed, Loop sailed across the wooden deck in a blur. His smouldering gaze affixed at the horrid warlord, he unleashed his righteous springblade at nearly four times its regular swiftness and power. The blade, catching the light of the moon above, drew a visible path of light behind it as it moved. It was a straight path, a radiant path, a perfect path, a path similar to the one he wanted to set the world upon.
And it was set to pass straight through the gem warlord’s head and by some strange coincidence, the body of the teddy bear.
“Breaking all limits! A knight’s perfect drawing of spring!”
The peculiar bird creature was completely disappointed by its findings at the top of the lighthouse, which was of course, naught. He had tried looking around, waiting motionlessly, staring owlishly and fiddling with the machinery but pretty much nothing interesting or new had happened. To make matters worse, there wasn’t anything near the lighthouse to rouse his interests.
Well, at least until a few seconds ago.
It hadn’t really been the ships or the cannons. It hadn’t even been the gigantic mass of killer intent, not really. What had drawn coil to fly to the crow’s nest of the warlords ship had been a mildly unusual burst of emotion through his established telepathtic link with the Knight of the Moronic something or the other. This was the reason why the bird now found itself staring stupidly at the group of pirates and one warlord below as they fought.
Meh, it was a way to kill time.
Made it myself. (Tukinode may not reflect the ideas of his original creator)