I'd love to hear you scream tonight (closedish/incomplete)

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WHO: Sanji and Shiro, then later, Usopp.
WHERE: The Harbor
WHEN: Sunday, noonish
WARNINGS: Violence and blood. I tend to get descriptive with injuries, as well.
SUMMARY: Sanji and Shiro get into (yet another) fight. This time, Shiro doesn't intend to leave him alive.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then whatever Cap wants!

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ILU BB you do me so right~

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Sanji's emotions were no longer at the boiling point as they had been last night, but he wasn't backing down. He had to get stronger, he couldn't be left weak - left behind, like Usopp at Water Seven. He was one of the crew's monsters, he refused to be treated like a weakling and condescended to because he'd been stuck in this damn world for a year while the others were training to surpass him. The only way to get stronger here was to fight someone powerful enough, and he already knew from experience that the white ghost would do.

He walked to the harbor with his hands in his coat pockets, head down, a cigarette in his mouth. It didn't take long to find his opponent, exactly where he wanted - somewhere out of traffic where no one would get in the way. But the creature he met was a little something new; Sanji paused and stared at him a moment. "Let me guess. You have no intention of holding back this time, snowball."

sorry it's so late! I had a busy day =3=a

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Shiro waits, twirling his white daito around by the chain and twitching his tail impatiently. He hated waiting.

He felt Sanji's presence before he heard his voice. He turned, slowly, eying the cook from behind his mask like a predator. The entire effect was unsettling. The energy Shiro was exuding was like the sick feeling of being watched in the dark, the slick sweat on the back of your neck when you are afraid. That is what a strong Hollow could do. That is what he is. When Shiro speaks, it is with even more reverb than usual, and in an eerie, calm tone.

"None whatsoever."

Boom. The ghost vanishes into thin air with a static burst, reappearing as if from thin air behind the pirate with the death wish and slices down with enough force to sever a spine.

daww I noticed but IT'S ALL COOL

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The intimidation factor had little effect on Sanji. He was somewhat bothered, because he could feel that sensation deep down, but he had faced uglier without batting an eye. He was in this to win it or die, one way or the other.

He remembered the instant movement from the last time they fought, and anticipated an attack from the back. His body was already twisting to meet the slash, his left leg coming up so the sole of his shoe would connect with the blade. He was wearing Edna's special shoes, these wouldn't break so easily.

That same foot drew back and then struck out in a snap-kick to the middle.

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The sensation will only increase as the two remain close to each other. Most souls become nauseated in the presence of such foul spiritual pressure. Perhaps Sanji is made of tougher stuff.

Perhaps not.

Shiro's white blade connected with the shoe, glancing off due to the sturdy composition.

But the Hollow isn't phased, not at all. He moves the blade to the side and uses his clawed hands to seize his ankle. He then wastes no time flipping Sanji over and slamming him into the ground.

But he doesn't stop. No. He jumps back, into the air and stands there, aiming his horns at the place where Sanji landed.

A brilliant orb of red forms between the horns, charging up with a "voip" noise. Better move quick, Sanji, or it's all over in just an instant.

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The scant few times Sanji had been in the presence of Luffy's haki hadn't been enough to condition him, but he had never fainted like mere men do, so there's something tough deep down inside. But it's raw, unrefined, and unprepared for prolonged exposure. Sanji would eventually feel the effects, but it wasn't going to stop him.

The body-slam crunched the pavement underneath him, but Sanji was quick to roll aside before he could be hit again in the same spot. The sound attracted his attention, and he looked up with a sudden shock of alarm written all over his face. He leaped just in time, letting the Cero blast the ground behind him as he scrambled clear. Shrapnel from shipping crates peppered him even as he skidded on the dry tarmac and turned to face his adversary.

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"You're fighting for your life," Shiro said, as if he were just commenting on a television show or the weather, "That's good. Keep it interesting!"

Shiro cloaks his blade in dark energy, though this time, the energy is not black in color. Instead, it is white with a red halo. However, the bright, blinding color does not make a difference in how the energy feels. Cold, dark, like it could suck the life out of the entire world.

"Getsuga TenSHOU!" An again familiar arc of moon-shaped energy, but instead of one, there are three, one right after another and each slightly offset so as to spread more ground. More crates explode and the ground is a complete mess by now, shattered as if torn apart by an earthquake.

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"That surprises you?"

Sanji was expecting this move. He still didn't quite have the strategy to counter it, all he could do was escape it before it tore him apart. He leaped gracefully from side to side, not letting the energy blasts trap him or touch him, although plenty of debris did. He felt bits of ground and crate pelt his torso and legs as he twisted and flipped, and then one struck him hard in the flank. He went down, but only briefly. There was no way Sanji was going to let himself stay down unless his legs were cut off.

His fighting style was no good at a distance. He couldn't stretch like Luffy, or let off blasts of air sharp as swords like Zoro, or shoot like Usopp. He had to get in close, and that meant charging straight for Shiro the moment he regained his feet.

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Charging right in? Shiro likes that. It's ballsy. It's interesting.

And it's predictable.

Shiro begins using very fast, very short bursts of Sonido. So fast, and so many, that afterimages begin to appear, multiple ghostly images surrounding Sanji in an arc. A move to confuse, a move to distract.

So that the real Shiro can lash out with his tail, snatching Sanji around the leg and wrapping tightly. The rest of his momentum goes into a spiral, whirling around with Sanji in tow. He loosens his grip at the peak of his circle and lets Sanji fly into the side of a large iron barge parked at the harborside.

You can try all you want, Sanji, but you will never be faster than the Hollow in Bankai.

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The afterimages made him stop, at least, so he could calcuate before attacking. But before he even got the chance, that tail had him by the leg and he was flying once more. At least the distance allowed him enough time to flip his body around and land feet-first - the strongest part of him. The poor barge got a bit dented, and Sanji himself hissed as his body compacted from the momentum - that did actually hurt. But it put him in position to counter, pushing off from the side of the barge and springing right back into the thick of it.

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A nice counter! A counter that may have taken down a lesser creature. But Shiro is pure compressed power. That is their Bankai.

The same noise as before and another red ball of light forms between Shiro's horns. But Sanji is faster than his Cero can charge, and Sanji's legs deliver a powerful blow to Shiro's chest. Something cracks, and the Cero goes wild, exploding close to the ground.

Shiro flies backwards, but not very far. He catches the claws on his left hand on the ground and stops himself and leaving five, deep parallel marks on the concrete in the process.

He has to stay close. He has to keep the distance short. He lunges forward into Sonido, feinting to Sanji's back before delivering a powerful slice across his chest instead.

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Sanji had already stepped straight up into using his harshest moves, that was a Deuxieme Hachis. The double-foot shot to the chest was fairly powerful, and easy to flip out of in order to stay in close and use a follow-up attack. The Sonido was even faster than a Soru step, though, leaving him no time to react when Shiro appeared in front of him instead of behind him.

The slash was only barely blunted by his thick coat and suitcoat beneath. Sanji grunted as the blow ripped across the right side of his chest, tearing through his clothes and leaving a gash along his ribs. The wound burned in the chill air, but he kept his wits even if he couldn't keep his feet - he stumbled back a couple of steps and almost went down. But as he did, he suddenly growled under his breath and sprang onto his hands, screaming a guttural "Frite Assortie!" as he launched his feet straight upward into Shiro's chin.

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Sanji is much better when he's actually trying. Shiro will give him that. The kick connects to his chin, making hairline cracks in his mask and sending him upwards.

Where he just stands. Gathering reishi under his claws, he stands above Sanji, well out of his reach and looks down.

He narrows his eyes behind the mask, then charges downward, fast as a shot, aiming to stab Sanji right in the gut this time.

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That ability to just stand on air at a distance pissed Sanji off more than anything. "Get back down here and fight me like a man, asshole!" he yelled, though it wasn't necessary since he got his wish almost instantly. He had come out of his kick in a crouch, enabling him to avoid the stab with one backwards leap. Ignoring the searing pain across his ribs, he touched down and immediately launched forward in a side-swiping Escalope, not bothering to call his shot because he couldn't be sure which body part he might hit. If it hit at all. Shiro was fast; he needed to be just as fast to even land a strike, much less finish this fight alive.

Hope this is ok!

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Sorry, Sanji. Shiro is nothing if he's not fast, and he's wise to your tricks now. He grabs the offending leg and holds it up, then jabs his sword into it. Right into the calf. He still hasn't made good on his promise to cut off Sanji's legs, but he will injure them. And that white blade, now stained crimson, missed Sanji's critical tendons by mere millimeters, stabbing only through muscle.

ohoho duuuuuude...yeah, we'll roll with it XD

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The scream of pain Sanji let out was something very few people had ever heard. Super-strong legs were not invulnerable to being stabbed, after all. He went stiff and fell, dangling from Shiro's grip by that leg while blood dripped down. He bit back the rest of his reaction, though, silently seething through his teeth in gasps of rage and pain. He had lost his cigarette with that yelp, too.

He needed to keep his leg, though. Injured weapons were still weapons, he refused to be cut down. He stretched out his arms to touch the ground for leverage, and then brought his other leg up hard and fast - right into Shiro's crotch. If he had balls, they'd be hurting. He followed through with the momentum and swung it back down for a heel strike to the head, hoping that if the first hit didn't free him from his opponent's grip, the second would.

djaskldjalskdjlksad low blow. LITERALLY

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Shiro let out a similar scream of pain. No surprise there, humanoid Hollows have balls just like the rest of the guys. And that hurt. That hurt a whole fuckin' lot and now, now Shiro is angry. The first hit to his jewels is plenty to make him let go and back off a bit, growling in pain.

When he lifts his head again, his eyes behind the mask are twin points of furious yellow flame and his entire body becomes cloaked in white and red energy.

And he surges forward, faster than the eye can see, faster than most brains can even register, stabbing at Sanji again and again and again and again. He doesn't stop to check if he's hitting, or even if he's on target. He KNOWS Sanji is there. He can smell him. He can smell his blood.