Appearance and Weapon

Briss Kingdom was certainly not the utopia it was back then. A very rich and powerful kingdom, reduced to pretty much nothing. The remaining residents of this island were hostile, especially to those who enter their island. Everywhere you can see ruined buildings, cracked roads, and people dressed in rags. There was a small bar located on this island near the docks which looked as worn out as the rest of the island, cracks and small holes here and there mostly from the drunken bar fights that would happen there so often.

Suddenly, a wooden chair came bursting out of that bar, creating a new hole by the double door. Inside of the bar, a crowd of drunks some of them with jugs of beer in hand were circled around three others who appeared to be having a brawl. Two of them appeared to be aggressive and intoxicated with one of them holding a broken beer bottle in hand, ready to shank someone. They were both going after the other person in the circle who had white, spiky hair with white skin and black eyes standing at 5'5". His clothing consisted of a navy blue unzipped jacket with white crosses on each sleeve, navy blue pants, black combat boots and a silver necklace with three small crystals on them. He was seventeen year old, Edward D. Smith A.K.A White Fang Smith.

"Come on guys, ya know you don't want to do this." Edward said pretty confidently with a smirk on his face as he slowly pulled his longsword, Ragunaroku from the strap on his back, repeatedly slamming the top of the sword on the ground as he eyed the two. The person with the broken bottle approached Edward, trying to stab him with the bottle only to fail as Edward turned his sword to the side, tapping the bottle out of his opponent's hand with the sword. Edward then wrapped his hand around the guy's face using his free hand, slamming his opponent down to the ground, further cracking the already broken ground. The crowd around them cheered on as the other drunk dashed towards Edward, getting a clean punch at the Revolutionary's cheek.

Some blood ran down the side of Edward's mouth. He wiped it off with his arm before glancing towards his attacker with what appeared to be a cheerful grin on his face as he placed his longsword onto the strap on his back. Edward then grabbed his attacker by the collar with one hand while he was still grinning. "Oh, you think you're so confident now, getting a hit out of me, huh?" he asked the drunk. Edwards grin soon turned into a furious expression, almost as if he had fire in his eyes as he proceeded to throw the guy out of a window, shattering it in the process. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!?" he yelled as he threw him, the drunken crowd cheering on the pointless violence and destruction.

A short while after, The white haired Revolutionary walked out of the bar with a transponder snail in hand. "No, I haven't been fighting again." the boy said with a dull tone, clearly lying. The person on the other line who was one of Edward's higher ups then began speaking again as the white haired boy approached the docks, eyeing the ship. "Understood." Edward said with a nod before dumping the Transponder.

"Hey! Anybody home!?!" the boy yelled towards the ship he was suppose to come to.

Edward crossed his arms and looked up to the ship, waiting for a response. He tilted his head a little as he heard the faint sounds of snickering coming from the ship. "IS THERE ANYBODY UP THERE OR NO!?" the boy yelled again as he rubbed the back of his head. The snickering soon stopped, causing the boy to raise an eyebrow at the sudden silence. "Dafaq you think this is! Get back to work you mutts!" was then heard short after, which caught the undercover Revolutionary off guard.

Soon after, a man walked over by the edge of the ship saying, "One Moment Sir!" with a hand gesture before jumping back from view. Edward waited there, patiently with his arms still crossed as he looked left and right, observing the area. A small breeze picked up, blowing Edward's hair as well. Something didn't seem right to the young Revolutionary, the atmosphere right now just felt strange, but was simply shrugged off as he looked back up, noticing five white orb shaped things, the size of baseballs approaching him from above. "What....the hell?"

Edward quickly turned his legs into springs and compressed them. He crouched then, facing the side of the ship before releasing, launching himself towards the ship before he could take a direct hit from any of the mucus balls. Some did get on his left leg however from the radius as he turned his arms into springs to bounce off of the side of the ship, sending him back about eight meters. "Ewww, what the hell is this?" Edward said to himself as he landed back on his feet now eight meters away from the ship wile inspecting his left leg that was covered in a little bit of mucus.

"Hey! Who's the wise ass who put this sticky crap on my leg!?" he yelled again as he ran towards the ship. "Come down here and fight me!" Edward yelled as he ran back towards the ship.

Screaming was heard from a male who was clearly scared. As the dark skinned man held another one by his neck. The dark skinned man was dressed in what was a white ninja gear of some sort. With a orange bandanna around his neck and a small light thin rope around his right armpit and shoulder. The man had dreads and what appeared to be antennas coming from his head. The man threw the unconscious crook down while the other one was on the floor cowarding. Just what the hell is you dude. the scared man said as the dread head came closer to him then stopped and said. Who I am is really not your business all I ask was if I could borrow your violin. You see I misplaced my last one.

Before the scared man could answer the dread head man was already walking off with the man violin. The dread head man was walking threw the dump of the forgotten kingdom. Til he happened upon the ship he was to meet the others at. He got closer to the ship only to stop to see some white hair shorty jump sky high. Damn dude got hops, I wonder what the hell did he just dodge. Z then looked to see a mummy looking man pointing a gun Z sat down and started to watch them. As he sat down his antennas went back into his head as if they was never there. Little red ants was seemingly coming out of the ground behind him as well. Z started to play te violin.


Stamina 135/150

Edward stopped running towards the ship and looked up, seeing what appeared to be a man covered in bandages pointing a flintlock right at him. "Halt any movements or your ass catching a hot one, and seeing as you barely dodge the last attack. I wanna point out bullets are faster." was what he heard from the bandaged man. Edward looked up to the man before looking down at his left leg that still had some of the mucus on it. It wasn't the speed that got him, it was the radius of the splash as those mucus orbs hit the ground that got him.

"Drop your bitch ass weapons. Place your hands above your head bitch, and get on your knees. Once you have done that my grunts would come to relieve you, and escort you on board my vessel. Any movements not issue by me would earn you a bullet, and I barely miss. Chess, and Rod go grab this nigga, and search him will Ya?" was what the bandaged man soon said after. Edward did what he said and dropped the weapon by his side before placing his hands behind his head, getting on his knees with a small smirk on his face as he looked up to the bandaged man who had him at gun point.

As soon as Chess and Rod were in distance, Edward looked to the both of them. He would then attempt to leg sweep the both of them, trying to knock them over. If he had succeeded, then he would grab his sword and turn his legs into springs, compressing them as he leaned back so that when he released, it would send him bouncing away from the ship by 8 meters, where he would then bounce off of the roof of the bar, bouncing from roof to roof until he made it about 24 meters away, ducking behind the nearest building.

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Z looked on at them duking it out all the while resting. Before he knew it he was surrounded by ants as they was running around and over him. But clearly Z didn't mind he simply enjoyed thier company. Z continue to watch the fight noticing the zombie mask man shooting something at the white hair kid again. I wonder when these two will hurry up I grow tire of thier fight. Maybe I'll join in. Z was fully rested and eager to join in but didn't hoping it would end soon.

Edward continued to watch two of spider's underlings as they slowly approached him. He continued to smirk, as if he had something up his sleeve. He was prepared to do something, unfortunately he was short out of luck. A white, sticky substance approached the Revolutionary before the two underlings could get to him. As it collided with the boy's upper body, it stuck to him, the force causing the white haired boy to groan in pain as he held his head down.

"That...the...best...you can...do." Edward said, breathing a little heavily from the pain, as he glared at Spider with a grin on his face, even though his upper body and left leg were now trapped within the mucus. It appeared that all was lost for the Edward. He looked up to the blue sky as the wind blew past, squinting his eyes a little almost as if he were about to make peace with the gods, or was he?

As soon as Spider was in three meters of him, Edward transformed is right leg, which was not tangled up in any mucus into a spring, compressing it. He then quickly bent his leg back as if he were about to kick and released the spring while he was making a kicking motion, aiming towards Spider's chest. If it would make impact, the kick should bruise his chest and cause him to be pushed back by four meters from the impact.

Edward would then look back down to Spider with a confident grin. He couldn't do much else, but hopefully he could've done some damage before meeting what could possibly be his demise.

Skill:

Ed wrote:Edward said to himself as he landed back on his feet now eight meters away from the ship wile inspecting his left leg that was covered in a little bit of mucus.

[quote="Spider]For those who his looking on they would see Edward on his knees, with his hand on his head about 4 meters from Spider vessels. [/quote]

As we can see in Edward's quote, Ed is 8m away from Spider, not 4m. Not sure where the thought came from, but yeah.

Spider wrote:
Spider had begin to produce the odd sticky substance from his chest. The white substance would arrive at the point of when Rod, and Chess was just 2 meters away.

Mucus wave was useless, 6m long trail of goop in front of Ed, meaning no he isn't hit, nor could he have been.

just clearing up confusion, before my IC post, because I don't want no bullshit

I wanna point out that he was 8meters until he ran towards the Ship