you're in the jungle, baby / you gonna die

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: Fighting the Third Party... and perhaps the wildlife.
When: June 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th. (Characters will be pulled out at 11:59 of the 6th.)
Where: An as-yet unmapped by the Malnosso tropical rainforest.
Summary: Here are your details. Try to stay alive, won't you?
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R.

No cut for you. Most of you will know how this works by now; if you don't, follow the lead of the others, or perhaps look to the last draft's fighting post for ideas. Don't forget to use your handy dandy character tags. Go forth and conquer thine enemies!

Comments

[notabluesbro]

About as good as you are at kicking people.

[bitches don't know my Punishin']

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

In that case -- [Safety = off. Fresh cigarette = in mouth. You're not his usual shithead, but eh. You'll do.]

This shouldn't take too long.

[notabluesbro]

[Heh. Right. Without any difficulty, he flips the Punisher around to rest beneath his arm, bindings floating down in a circle among the grasses and broken twigs underfoot.

Well, here we go--

And he starts firing, around the time the brush trembles and the Third Party finally decides they want to try and kill them both.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Just don't shoot him while you're pwning, Wolfwood. Sanji doesn't feel up to being riddled with bullet holes.

Any of the first wave that manage to avoid being shot in the face are soon engaged in hand-to-foot combat. Sanji takes out two, no problems, breaking their wings and sending them into trees. But then another three soon spring into action and he has to dodge swords attempting to slice off his arms]

[notabluesbro]

[You're entirely underestimating him, brackets. Wolfwood pays veeery careful attention to the motion and direction of Sanji's leg work, and every time he shoots in the chef's direction, he's very safe from any friendly fire.

Chapel woulda' been shamed with anything less.

Also, shooting those swords out of their hands for you.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Swordless fighters, just for him? How kind. Though these guys are nothing like a Zoro, not even on an off-day, and they fall with quick efficiency once Sanji switches to a handstand and violently greets the three with his twisting legs.]

[notabluesbro]

[Heh, lanky bastard, he figured you'd be this annoying to your enemies in battle. Just look at how hard you like to kick your friends. He stomps down on a fallen tree trunk and brings the Punisher over his head--blocking the arrows that are suddenly slicing down through the air.

With his other hand, he draws the gun from his inner jacket and fires above, shooting down said archers.]

They got arrows.

[Just fyi over there. :|]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Hooo? [He looks up and - huh, look at that, arrows trying to find a home in his eye sockets.

Dodging them isn't the problem, and between his feet and those projectiles, there is still one consistent winner; but being forced to dance around makes landing a solid hit at the ones shooting said arrows is a difficult task... until Sanji remembers he still has his gun too.

Srsly, never thought he'd use this piece of metal so much. Let him join Wolfwood near that fallen tree trunk and they can have themselves a regular hoedown.]

[notabluesbro]

[I got this, pal--there's been many a-time when he's had to block more than just himself with this big beast. He shoots until he's empty and instead just offers up some words of aid to his curly-browed accomplice.]

Throwing knives guy at 10 o'clock.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Y'know-- [He bends like he's about to pick up a rock, and a few knives go whizzing over his bent neck] If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were getting more creative.

[Damn, his gun's out too. He shoves the useless thing into his jacket, waits a breath, then goes right back on the offensive. Those 10 o'clockers better watch out.]

[notabluesbro]

[Balancing the cross with one knee, he turns the trigger and with a hiss the small archive of handguns slide forward grip-first. He takes two and kicks the Punisher over--tough love, okay--before he fires two at a time.]

I'm surprised they haven't invented themselves some firearms, at this point--!

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Don't give 'em ideas! [Firearms are the last thing Sanji feels like dealing with. A few knives nearly find their mark as it is, and nick his jacket and dress pants.

And then everything nearly goes to hell when a flyer on the move takes his chance and grabs Sanji by the ankle while he's in mid-air, hoping to make him an easier target for his comrades. It might've worked, too... if he'd grabbed the other leg.]

You shitty--! [Sanji sneers and brings his free heel down hard on the hand encasing his ankle, and then again, until the bones pop underneath and he's released with a scream.]

edits action scenes forever B|

[notabluesbro]

[Tsch, shit! Wolfwood drops what he's doing and lands on one hand, rushing over toward the bunch that seem to be trying for a pick-one-off-at-a-time rally. The breath of relief at seeing him kick himself free isn't long-lasting. There are more, and they are swooping down with vigor.

Sanji, you'd better land on your feet. Because while the chef lands, the preacher stomps between Sanji and a Third Party member flying down, who sharply slams into his cross with a gusto. Definitely knocks the breath out of him for a moment, as he slides back, one knee on the ground and hands clasped on the arms of the crucifix.

The guy's blade is wedged in one of the slots of the trigger, stuck fast.]

This means I must out-edit you. B|

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Zeff might as well have pumped feline DNA into Sanji for all the times he lands feet first, but that doesn't account for a quick stumble and the breath of a second that's needed to reorient himself. And then a second more because Wolfwood is suddenly there, then sliding back, and the company's only getting livelier.

The Third Party member responsible for that blade has taken to the skies again, soon to come back down with two more at his side. But then they split up and aim from different angles. No throwing daggers this time, but the swords more than make up for it.]

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood'll go ahead and take this angle over here—after all, he's got his handgun loaded and ready to go. And before he runs off, he catches a glance at you and throws a clip up for you to take while you're busy with your little friend over there. No reason to have an empty gun on you, right?

BLAM BLAM—

wings shot through and through, the man with wings crashes hard against the earth and picks himself up off the ground in a mad sprint regardless. Heaving a tired breath that burns the mark across his ribcage, Wolfwood yanks the strap of the crucifix up and slams the end into the Third Party fighter's chest. Hard.

He's out like a light.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[He grabs the clip out of the air, reloads his gun, and keeps his trigger-happy finger at the ready by the time his own partner comes in to say hello.

But that shot doesn't come. Rather, Sanji sidesteps at the last moment and brings his right leg around in a round kick to hurry his enemy past, knocking the sword out of the winged man's grasp and taking out one of the white wings in the same breath. With only one wing to help keep him airborne, he doesn't have a shitty chance to avoid the bullet marking a hole in his last wing. He collides hard with the ground, and falls into a ravine.]

[notabluesbro]

[And then after a few pops, it's quiet, nothing much but the sound of water and wild birds to keep the silence at bay. Wolfwood finally lets himself relax enough to suck in a few breaths. Ah, the wonderful noise of temporary victory. He'd enjoy it more if he wasn't achy as is. Instead he back-steps into a tree trunk, leaning his weight against it.

Cigarette now, please. Sweet, sweet nicotine. Moving comes first, but it doesn't mean he can't postpone for a few seconds.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji's less willing to simmer down at first, slowly marching around the area like a wary cat while Wolfwood takes a cigarette break. But eventually satisfaction is reached, and he switches out his burnt filter for a fresh nicotine stick with a long sigh]

Well, that wasn't too bad.

[notabluesbro]

Could've been worse.

[So it went well, basically.]

Admittedly, I've been sticking to handguns through most of this last day—though I didn't use up any ammo the first, my luck considered. Should be enough to last another two days...

You can have another two mags, if you think it'll become a trend.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Usually I'd turn down such a gracious offer, but in this case... [His feet can handle nearly any problem that comes his way, but when distance is involved, a well-placed bullet gets the job done quick.

And he's got people to protect - his pride be damned for now]

I'll take one.