416 words Stamina Used? Enemies? | Cat Fight? Screams of pain, an orchestra of hellish screams echoed as soon as the door to the first level of Impel Down opening. The Crimson Hell was amptly named due to the billions of stained blades. Everything within the hell was designed to slice, blood stains every part of this level, and the most common cause of death is blood loss. This was the floor she was to watch over along with the female, the black cat. Now the first encounter between the Black Cat and the Queen of the Desert had not gone well at all. It would seem this encounter would also not be beneficial. She walked through the crimson hell effortlessly, with her devil fruit capabilities she was not affected by the blades that would have sliced any normal person to shreds within the first ten steps. Screams got louder and many people where trying to stand in a single place, hundreds of people standing, trying not to move for fear of being cut. Bodies littered the place, bladed grass penetrating their bodies as they fell. She followed the screams that kept coming and there she saw the cat, whip in hand. Striking prisoners with a delightful screech. "Here was me thinking you'd be taking a cat nap" Isabella uttered with disdain as the whip struck once more. "Ugh, I forgot we had a rat starting today." She said rolling up her whip. "Go, I'm done with you" he said to the bloody prisoner. Timidly he began to move. The blades slicing through him as he moved. Now Isabella looked at the cat. Her outfit was sliced from wear the blades penetrated it. But with each movement, her skin would not be pierced by the prison. "So you noticed huh. You see, I'm the perfect Jailor. Crimson Hell. Wild Beast, Starvation Hell, Blazing and Freezing. No matter the level, no matter the task, I can adapt to them all, It would seem that as a "Logia" your also suited, I suppose" she said, It did not bypass Isabella, the emphasis and the way she said Logia. She certainly did not like logia users. "Your a fruit user. No body changes, so your not a zoan. Your distaste for logias means your not one of them. Your clothing is breaking but your skin is not. Paramecia. Hard skin, defensive perhaps?" Isabella wondered out loud as she studied the feline curiously. |
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