Live From the Gutter

Alphie's finger would have unnoticeably tensed up on the trigger, but Ensign Cross' words made the the digit pause on the trigger. ""Basa, I'm gonna go tend to that gu-." "Who do you think I more important this woman whom I'm about tokill kee-" As the target droned on about whatever he was spouting, Cross was explaining he was going to tend to the wounded man. Alphie had no qualms or issues with this at all, but his hearing pinged back in on what the target was saying when the word kill was mentioned. He was hardly listening to the guy, because Alphie didn't take him too serious, but the banter didn't go completely unheard. Why did Alphie think the guy's talking was annoying? Because, he was speaking as if he was some major villain in a book where the plot was prewritten for him to make some miraculous escape. In Alphie's book this was just the first apprehension or legalized murder of many to come, but it seemed this guy thought what he was doing was supposed to shake the Ensign's psyche.

Alphie had seen much worse than this before however, and each time it only worked to harden his mentality or maybe desensitize him to things that should bother a normal person.

Oh well.

Cross hadn't yet moved as he was still speaking, as was the target. The woman's body didn't eclipse that of the target's any and he himself was rambling on when Alphie acted. It was rather simple. The Marine's shot was already aimed up when his pistol was drawn, so the throat was still the target. Pulling the trigger while both were still speaking, Alphie fired his pistol Curtail from an 8m distance towards the man's neck with a clear pathway to it. The bullet would only sail for a fraction of a second, given it had such a small distance to travel, dodging it would be extremely difficult. If it hit, it'd go straight through the man's neck and lodge itself into the liquor shelf behind him, harming no one else. The wound would naturally leave the man with a damaged voice box for the rest of his mortal life unless he saw a specialist of sorts. The one thing he could rejoice over would be the fact, he'd get still have his life, that was if he got medical attention right away to treat the wound.

After the shot however, Alphie's senses would only heighten from adrenaline and pour more into the atmosphere and scenario playing out. The blare of the gun acting as a call to battle, increasing the pace at which his heart was beating, he was would be combat ready the moment the trigger was pulled. His eyes would remain pinned on the target and his weapon would be ready to follow the man should he move, especially with intentions of harming the woman, should he somehow not be wounded by the single fired round.

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Beat The Pussy Like Barry Bond

The bullet sailed cleanly through the air to hit its mark, right where Alphie had aimed. With the splatter of the blood came the screaming of the female the pirate had in his hand. Alphie never understood why women did that when shit like this happened, but he wrote it off as their response to shock or traumatic events.

More importantly, he wasn't sure how Cross would take to such an action. It was their first assignment and first time interacting with each other and surely this would be a hard first impression or image to repaint should it not be how Alphie wanted to be seen by his comrade.  But hey, each had their own perception of the world and their own way of carrying out Justice right? From Alphie's upbringing and past he saw this as the necessary response to the situation he was in. "Haha, sorry my finger slipped." He jested with a light chuckle, while watching the pirate rage at the fresh wound. He was a bit tougher than Alphie hypothesized however. He still had some fight in him it seemed, and it was a genuine shock to the Ensign to see the savage grab the woman and hurl her towards him and Cross. He still had fair amounts of strength, perhaps it was his bodies fight or flight response to the wound.

During this time, Alphie would have been moving his pistol safely back into its holster preparing to catch the woman, but his partner was already on it and rather swift while doing it as well. "Good look Cross, hope I didn't scare ya." He'd say in response to Cross' sign off, leaving the Pirate to the Ex-Pirate. Pitting his focus back on the brown skinned man, Alphie's right hand moved for his blade, Same-kiri Bocho, that was on his back. The blade was positioned diagonally and the  handle was extending beyond Alphie's right shoulder, so grabbing the handle was hassle free. The real hassle would potentially be hacking this guy to bits it he proved to be and even greater threat to Alphie or the mission's success. It was a big ass sword though, so hopefully it'd the trick in this situation.

At this time, the guy had kicked up a table and grabbed it in his hand. Alphie could see the intention was to use it as a shield from more bullets, though they'd easily be able to pierce the wooden surface if Alphie had the mind to shoot the guy up anymore. "You bastard want me aye then come get me." With this the man began his charge at Alphie, only 8m to cover to reach him, but with the positioning of the table used as a shield he was making himself blind when it came to what was in front of him.

"I know I said go easy, but this isn't what I had in mind." Timing was key and key timing would be exercised. The Marine had a 40 inch reach when it came to the blade of his weapon, then however much reach his arms could give him to work with.  His right hand squeezing the handle of his weapon, the left was prepared to assist with he swing to come. Swinging the weapon from a starting position of on his back, Same-kiri Bocho would go safely over his shoulder to his right side first. Should the center of his back be the center of a clock, this motion would take the weapon through 2 o'clock. From over the shoulder, the weapon would begin to fully develop into a noticeable offensive motion, the swing. It'd come from lowering the weapon after moving it off its holster on its back, allowing the great sword to swing from a 3 o'clock positioning on Alphie's right, through to 9 o'clock. The placement of the weapon being in front of Alphie, and moving towards the man and table that was charging at him. During this motion the left hand would also move in to join the right hand in the swing for more power. The left joining the right on the grip of Same-kiri Bocho would be around the time it would make impact with the table, should it. Speeding through empty space, it'd first slam into the wooden table's frame, then easily be able to continue through to reach the man who was wielding the decor with it's superior reach when compared tot eh table and the man.

Alphie's legs would have moved to a healthy position to pull off such swing and his body and hips would twist appropriately to make sure it was done correctly as well. The left leg would have stepped forward as to distribute the weight of his body and weapon into the swing to cause maximum damage, while his right leg would have stayed steady and supplied him with a sturdy base for the swing. Continuing through to the 9 o'clock positioning, Alphie's right leg would twist inward appropriately, to stop with his toes facing forward along with his body and the toes from his left leg when he took his step. Though Same-kiri Bocho would have moved in a 9 o'clock direction to move towards hitting his foe, it would have detoured afterwards to stop more at a 10 o'clock position on Alphie's left side. A bit beyond cutting through the center of the clock diagram headed to 9 o'clock, Alphie's right hand would have left the grip of the sword leaving the left clenching the handle alone.

The velocity from the swing would be more enough to turn the table into splintery bits and send the pirate flying to the wall of the bar along with the wood chips. The pirate's left side would be shattered, because Alphie had executed the swing with consideration of the on lookers in mind. That meaning he had used the blunt side of his sword rather than the bladed side which could bisect easily bisect a full grown man. Along with the left arm, the left side of the torso would have suffered immense amounts of damage as well, easily breaking multiple ribs. The full swing, all its details included, would have taken a little over a second, perhaps a second and a half, while the impact would have come midway through said time stamp.

Those left in the bar would surely look on with jaw to the floor and eyes out the head figuratively speaking of course, but with great power came many days of practice and pain. After the swing, Alphie would safely rotate Same-kiri Bocho in his left hand to have it held in a back handed fashion. The end of the would blade be resting against the bar's wooden floor, while at the opposite end the Ensign's left would be holding it steady, almost held like one used picks or whatever their called when skiing.

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Golden Arm: With their honed strength that makes the users revered as demons or beast, the user is able to not only lift objects the weigh nearly twice their weight, but  they can wield two-handed weapons in one hand as if it were a normal one handed weapon for the duration of two post before going on a two post cool down. For every turn they go beyond two post, 5 stamina must be paid, maximizing at four additional post. In turn this lengthens the cool down by an equal amount of post.

Tier 1 Skill Name: Backdraft
Tier 1 Skill Type: Melee Weaponry
Tier 1 Skill Range: Length of Weapon
Tier 1 Skill Cooldown&Duration: 2|Instant
Tier 1 Skill Description: Using the size and weight of his weapon in junction with his strength, Alphie releases a powerful swing from his sword. While it can easily cleave deeply into someone if not completely through, when the blow is blocked, the defender(s) find themselves sent 3m in the direction the swing was moving in and off balance from the powerful impact. This can be used to position foes in advantageous positions for Alphie like in the air.