Undying Will 59 Playing Dead Works

With a dull thud that travelled far enough to shake the trees on the far end of the island, the marine s.h.i.+ps finally began their first volley of firing. Spandine stood at the stern of the s.h.i.+p a s.h.i.+p that took the lead within the stream of s.h.i.+ps that moved toward the solitary island.

A serious look was present in his eyes as he stared at the patch of land where he felt that he had been humiliated. With a disgusted grimace he stared at the tear in his sleeve that was caused by a certain Olivia, for whom he held the highest of s.a.d.i.s.tic anger.

With a sigh he looked at the den den mus.h.i.+ in his hand and the implement that he had used to call the Buster call upon the soon to be extinguished island.

Sakazuki stood next to him grunting at the expression on his neighbors face as he prepared himself to slaughter, for justice, he repeated to himself, for it had only been recently that he had gotten to where he was and was not used to the justice justification. (A/N He isn't used to the implications of his absolute justice is all, he still wholeheartedly believes it.)

With a momentous grunt he suddenly jumped into the air and fired a shot of pure magma toward the nearby s.h.i.+p that housed the residents of the denounced island. "All of you die! For Justice.." he said with a baritone and monotonous voice looking at the s.h.i.+p that had broken down at the middle.

Spandine looked genuinely mortified for what felt like a long time to him but was in fact only a few seconds, before he sneered at the wailing survivors. "Hmpf tras.h.!.+" he said with a vile chuckle before fixing his wrinkled suit.

With a sudden yelp he noticed a blob of black that still stood on the sh.o.r.e bawling, with a low roar he could do nothing but gesture towards her, hoping that his colleagues would pursue what he considered to be the last person who could read the age old poneglyphs.

"Chief the rudder is frozen!" someone replied to his unspoken order to pursue, before sitting back in their seats to observe the ensuing chaos.

The skies were died with a flagrant pink that mingled beautifully with the smoke of the fallen boats, the roar of the canons contrasted with the wail of the citizens on the island and the few survivors of the attacked evacuation boats.

Fires raged in the wake of the determined Sakazuki who ravaged the land with everyone of his attacks, loud bellows sounded from the sky as the smell of brimstone filled the air. Spandine felt the hair on his arms begin to singe as the clouds in the sky were suddenly penetrated by a volley of fist shaped magma bullets that plunged towards the land.

The waters around the s.h.i.+p frothed with a dull steaming noise as the vapor of the salty concoction flitted quickly into the humid air. The air around those that survived thinned as they stared at the apocalypse-like scene that entered their eyes, Spandine was one of them, he could feel himself spiral at the endless ideas that could apply if the man t.i.tled Akainu consented to serve under his command.

With a shrill shriek and the sound of the tearing of the air around them, the residents of the s.h.i.+p suddenly felt the world around them begin to vigorously shake, deafening thuds echoed outward as the world devolved into a steaming cratered wreck with the trees burning and the magma fires glaring pointedly at the world….

(Raigar)
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With a heaven shattering sound and a Earth rumbling shake the world came to an end.

Or at least that is how it felt to Raigar as he collapsed, his legs shaking at the extreme stress that followed the impact of the globular magma and the heavy land of the island. With both hands on his head and his feet tucked in, Raigar a.s.sumed the fetal position, heat waves bellowed from behind him singing his clothes and choking him with the smell of rotting flesh and brimstone.

His eardrums seemed to have shattered, because, for what felt like an eon, he could not hear anything, before suddenly the world zoomed back into sharp perspective, the wails of the dying and the groaning of the burning trees sounded jarringly, forcing him to once again stand, s.h.i.+vering he began making his way forward hobbling with a dull limp.

As he looked around him, he could not help but quirk his lips,

'About about in reel and rout,

the deathfires danced at night

the water like a witches oils

burnt green and blue and white…' he mouthed, unable to stop himself from quoting the words of a famous chronicler as he looked at his surroundings. The water of the sea gleamed eerily as he hobbled on before at last he seemed to have arrived at the end of the island, and what seemed to be the end of his stamina as well.

With a huge splash and a defeated groan he had fallen into the water, falling unconscious almost immediately, within minutes the water pushed him back to the surface, his chest barely moved, but if one paid close attention one would still be able to see the dull movement of his chest as he laboriously but tenaciously breathed, dreaming and hoping that he would escape this h.e.l.lhole, playing on repeat the last moments of his mentor.

Slowly he floated on, reaching the outer sea quickly, magically it seemed that the men on the s.h.i.+ps did not notice him, though in actuality it was quite evident from the state of his body and the ma.s.sive amount of bodies that streamed across the sea. They had confused him for a dead man!

Alas, if only he had waited for a few more minutes on the sh.o.r.e of the island, he might have had the chance to escape along with a young girl named Robin….