Undying Will 22 Conclusion

Fawkes stared flabbergasted as his captain plummeted into the dark depths of the stormy ocean, his face crunched in discomfort as he slowly rose to his feet, steadying himself with the b.u.t.t of his axe, wincing as he did so.

A line of shallow wounds dotted his chest and upper limbs as streams of blood flowed down them. A layer of powdered pavement coated the top of his head making his hair gritty and stiff. His grey eyes seethed with bottomless rage as deep arching breaths shook his entire body.

His beard lay in a torn mess and his s.h.i.+rt had long ceased to resemble a piece of clothing now a.s.suming the form of a bad patchwork of threads obviously woven by a novice weaver who had had too much to drink or had begun to work as soon as happy hour had ceased to entertain him.

Doflamingo looked on at the injured man, a smirk of disdain on his leering face and a torn s.h.i.+rt that seemed to hung on for dear life on his carved chest. A silver glow shone from his recently gotten injury, already healing, held together by ingenious use of otherwise deadly strings.

His arm still remained useless, though a line of strings soon rectified the problem, as Doflamingo controlled his arm as a puppet master would a puppet. The injured ma.s.s of flesh now begun to move, slowly at first but gaining momentum quickly returning to tip-top working condition in a matter of seconds.

"You're captain was an interesting man, you on the other hand…..Just go and Die!" he said as he begun cackling, a pack of strings shot towards Fawkes as he made a failed attempt to get out of its way, hobbling to the side with the aid of his heavy one-handed axe which had by now lost all offensive capabilities, demoted to a mere walking stick.

A shrill noise echoed into the air as the tip of the axe rubbed against the fragmented ground. "[Axe Art: Mountain cutter]…." he said feebly as he swung his bladed weapon toward Doflamingo. A feeble light shot from its sharp edge trotting weakly towards the now guffawing Doflamingo. The attack faded out of existence on making contact with Doflamingo's bony finger.

A shrill laughter rocketed into the sky as Doflamingo doubled over. His chest heaved as he chuckled mirthfully. "Mountain Cutter..? more like gra.s.s cutter! What a joke! You call that an attack newbie? I was hurt more by an ant bite than by that feeble attack…Hey, what about I let you go so you can actually fill your stomach, then maybe your attacks might actually sting me!" he mocked as he swung his rapier lazily.

A pink flash of light shone from its sharp edge as it charged towards Fawkes aiming evidently toward the base of his neck as it gleamed with a cruel light. Fawkes collapsed to his knees as he groaned barely supported by his upside-down axe. The light pa.s.sed him by as Doflamingo scowled.

"d.a.m.n it! Why don't you die! Stop wasting my time you piece of tras.h.!.+" He roared as he pushed his palms forward. A torrent of strings rose behind him, before charging maliciously towards Fawkes pus.h.i.+ng him over as it charged.

fawkes's fists glowed a dark black as he began swinging it towards the horde of strings. "Oho~ YOu can use Haki too? First your captain, now you?" Doflamingo stated as he looked on in interest. Strings upon strings lay torn on the ground as Fawkes swung aimlessly.

He let out a desperate groan as he finally collapsed, letting the threads engulf him as he did so. Inside the string coc.o.o.n, where Doflamingo could not see him, he pulled out a small vial looking at it conspiringly.

'f.u.c.k, captain said not to drink it, but desperate times call for desperate measures I suppose..' he thought smiling ruefully as he chugged the barely filled canister.

Veins begun to surface as he silently thrashed about, desperately maintaining his silence as he hoped the pain would reduce, his nails dug into the ruined pavement as he finally groaned. His chest began to expand as grimacing face underwent a drastic transformation. His grey eyes begun to change into an arcane golden color as his muscles bulged his pants tore and his shoes tore along with them leaving him scantily clothed, covered only enough to maintain some level of dignity when the fight drew to a close.

He sighed in pain as he clutched his axe, before swinging it harshly against the wall of threads that lay over him. Tearing them apart with a loud below. ' Better to add a little theatrics, that is what captain would have wanted..' he thought with a mischievous smile as he rose to his feet in all of his now steroidal form.

Doflamingo stood slack jawed as he beheld the man he had until recently, held nothing but disdain for. "What the h.e.l.l is that!!??" he roared in confusion as he uncomfortably motioned to the mountain of muscle that had appeared before him.

"How rude!" Fawkes began as he sported a good natured grin. "Is that anyway for a gentleman to talk.. Shame, mister Doflamingo, Shame indeed!" he said as he chuckled affably. "To think a world n.o.ble would be so ill natured, your ancestors must be crying in despair." he announced as he swung his axe casually.

A sharp ray of golden light emitted from his axe, reducing a huge part of Minnon (that still stood) to rubble, Doflamingo cried tragically as he jumped backwards, his previous wounds opening one after the other as he tried to escape Fawkes who by now looked very much like a little child given a new toy, in that he seemed to swing it aimlessly uncaring of the damage that was being caused.

"Off White!" Doflamingo cried desperately as he finally took a stand, re-initiating his fruit's ability, as vines of threads begun to form finally mitigating the damage to a certain extent.

"Fawkes chuckled good-naturedly as he readied his axe. [String colossus!] Doflamingo roared as his person was immediately entombed in a humanoid monster of string that glared down at Fawkes on obvious guard.

Attack after attack rained down terrorizing the ground as Fawkes swung his axe in a lazy manner, attacking when he could and retreating when he couldn't. Though his attacks seemed lazy, his expression was anything but.

He glared steadily as he swung each time, lines on lines of attacks decimated scores and scores of strings, the torn strings littered the floor..

"[White Out!]" Doflamingo roared, his hands came together as the skies seemed to fill with strings, strings engulfed the clouds and m.u.f.fled the thunder as a spear seemed to form in the skies above Doflamingo's head.

Fawkes chuckled lightly as he too readied his stance, "You called this gra.s.s cutter did you not? So in honor of you I shall call this attack exactly that!! Prepare, heavenly demon, to be harvested like gra.s.s would.."He ended as he chuckled, before swinging his axe into the night sky.

BOOM..................….