Dancing Dead (Open)

[Oya]

"Yeap Xigshaw is like that", spoke Oya as he took the axe back. "He will play nice for a while, but he seems to really like me. The two of us get along well", spoke the pirate. Xigshaw loved attention and Oya pretty much gave it to him in spades. The site of a small boy like Oya holding a giant hammer made everyone turn their heads.

With Xigshaws personal show off section was over Oya could now turn his attention to their task. They needed to get in and eliminate the skeletons. It sounded simple enough, but they had clomped together in a horde making smashing them a lot harder. Though Oya wanted nothing more than to simply rush in and watch the Bones fly, he knew far better than to do that. Sure he could take out a few of them, but their numbers would be the death of him. "Maybe if I had some thick Armor", Oya spoke to himself as he looked on. He made a mental note to buy some one of these days. Still Yorick plan was not that bad. However it pretty much put Oya on defense. The pirate hated defense. He was the kind of person who wanted to destroy stuff himself. However the situation did not allow for it so he kept his thoughts to himself.

"Alright Mila I am your shield for a while", he spoke. Even thought he said that Oya had no real intentions of simply staying put and defending her. A axe was a offensive weapon, though Xigshaw was more a club. Sitting back and waiting for bonewalkers to come toward them is not what Oya had in mind when he came to join this job. He wanted to smash somebody with Xigshaw and smashing is what he was going to do.

Oya picked up a rock off the ground and drew upon the power of his massive hammer. The boy's muscles bulged with the greater strength and with the full power of his arm he threw a stone clean throw the air. With a loud whisking sound the rock slammed into one of the Bonewalkers skull. The force shattered the fragile skull as the rock pierced clean through. "Got one", spoke Oya as he watched in celebration.

[Mila]

"A skeleton concubine?"She spoke to herself. But they lack flesh and organs to breed with. A few moments of mental silence later, Mila understood the pun. OH! She doesn't want to be boned by them! Mila had to tried not to let out an immature snicker, the pun was funny to her even if it was terrible. They were going out into a graveyard and fighting monsters after all, she needed to focus.

Mila pulled her hood up and followed closely behind Oya once Yorick split to enact the plan. Mila was fortunate enough to bring her darker colored cloak, that was covered in dirt and ash from her travels. It did well to hide her other wise colorful appearance from the horde of the undead. The plan was simple enough, Mila was to launch fire balls to bait out smaller troops of undead, Oya was there to smash any boneheads that came too close, and Yorick was to confuse em with her long range weapons at another location.

She quietly pulled out her spell book. She took a moment to focus, she saw Oya launch a rock at one of the skeletons in order to lure them closer to their location. She saw the rock shatter the skeleton's skull.

"Nice shot." She complimented. Before opening a page in her tome and started casting. She borrowed a small power of the spirits and concentrated it into the form of a well sized ball of flame. She took a side step away from Oya and launched her Fire at the nearest skeleton. It was a successful hit.

The skeletons had taken notice of this attack and small factions of them began marching towards them.

[Yorick]

As the pirate, Oya, began to hurl rocks, Yorick shook her head in respect for his strength. The power of that axe truly enabled him to perform feats of power many would die for... It was a wonder he'd managed to hold onto the axe. Perhaps he'd won it from someone, as well... Weapons like that seemed to switch hands a lot, as their owners were killed and their prized possession stolen.

But she wasn't here to take Xigshaw; her job was to 'terminally inconvenience' those undead skeleton freaks.

When the fireballs started, and the skeletons began moving towards them, in well-organized groups of four, Yorick seized the opportunity and hurled her throwing axe from their right flank. The whirling axe sliced cleanly through one's torso, and the bones collapsed in a heap.

"Hah! That's how it's... Dammit."

The skeleton got up again, seemingly no worse for the wear, except the few smashed ribs it left behind.

"So either we have to really pulverize them, or we have to hit them in some sort of secret weak spot. For revenants, it's the head... So let's try that."

Catching her axe as it returned to her, Yorick sent it whizzing again. This time, she managed to strike cleanly through the skeleton's skull, and the bone shattered like a plate dropped from the table. The skeleton collapsed, the dry bones clattering into a motionless heap.

"Now that's more like it."

A group of skeletons began to converge on her hiding spot, their spears pointed in a hostile, miniature phalanx. They couldn't see her yet, but soon they'd be upon her...

Yorick drew her iron axe and caught the returning throwing axe. As the monsters tracked the path, they split up and began to advance, forming a pincer. So they were intelligent... Yorick readied herself for a brutal, quick escape. She'd smash through and disappear to strike at another point. No sense in getting smothered.

[Oya]

The Bonewalkers began to move in formation and Oya took notice. This is exactly what he wanted. Oya did not want to simply sit back and defend. He wanted to attack and smash. He wanted to see the full force of his holy hammer upon the bones of the walking abominations. A wolfish grin crossed the young pirates face as he tighten his grip on Xigshaw.

"I am about to advance", spoke Oya to his magic using friend before the boy suddenly shot off. Using the power of Xigshaw Oya strengthen his legs and lunged a great leap forward. The young warrior sailed threw the air as he griped his axe. With a massive swing and the full weight of Xigshaw Oya brought down his mighty weapon onto the body of one of the bone walkers. The force from the blow let out a loud booming noise as Xigshaw raced to the ground. The massive hammer smashed into the bones of the beast shattering them like glass. The force of the attack had smashed the monster into dust as the weapon smashed into the earth. The wind created from the force of the attack slammed into the surrounding Bone walkers and threw them off balance. A few of them fell over and a the rest flinched.

"Now that is what I am talking about", spoke Oya as he pulled on the massive hammer. The pirate was not going to give the walking bones any avenue of attack. With all of his strength Oya turned his body and Xigshaw to the right. The boy's weapon swung and took the legs off underneath the walking bones around him smashing them into dust. A few more executing slams and the legless walkers were no more.

As Oya indulged himself in bone smashing the other Bone Walkers took notice. The massive dust cloud and sound were clear signs of activity and the other walkers began to move in his direction.

[Mila]

Now Mila. In order to properly dispose of the re animated dead what must one do? Her mind recalled an old lesson of her teacher. Destroy the heads. She would reply.

The heads of the undead were their weak point, as was the weakness of their living counter parts. As Oya advanced and began smashing the heads of the dead, she calmly and precisely began launching balls of fire to as many skull heads as she could. Occasionally pausing a bit to regain her composure. Magic casting require absolute concentration and focus. If she lost it then the spell would not work or worse it would back fire on the caster.

She would concentrate the ball of flame above her head before sending it down upon the enemy. To try and cause the most amount of force per ball. This was standard practice for any mage who took the art of the flame, at least those who were in her academy.

There was plenty of dust being kicked up by his attacks that Mila used it as her advantage. The bone walkers knew that their was a magic user among them, as evident by the still burning flames of their dead companions. But they did not know where, at least not yet. Mila was using her small frame to hide among the dust kicked up, and her dirtied cloak to blend in a bit with the landscape. Her fire would strike from above and cause more smoke and confusion.

She took a slight pause to check her surroundings. There weren't any bone-walkers near her yet. Good. She wiped the sweat off her forehead. Get it together Mila. Pace yourself, if you burn out too quickly your dead. It had been some time since she was up against a horde like this. Most of her jobs involved dispatching one or two monsters.

She took a quick glance at the formation of her enemies. They were moving in small fractions yes, but they also had some knowledge of tactics. Which disturbed her. Do they retain memories of their lives? or are they being manipulated somehow? She couldn't see anyone that she could label as a general, but then again she was quite far from the main faction. She could feel the curiosity welling up inside her, but she needed to dismiss them. The battle ground was no place to have hypotheses. She took a deep breath and regained her battle composure.

Then she readied another ball of flame and launched it. Picking off any stragglers near either Oya's or Yorick's positions.

[Yorick]

"GRAAAH!"

Yorick blasted into the six skeletons, kicking one in the chest to down it and then crushing its dry skull with her foot as she ran through the phalanx. Turning around, she threw her throwing axe at the next one, cursing when the target ducked swiftly, and then parried the stab of another one's lance.

Suddenly, motion caught her eye, and she turned to see three javelins soaring at her. Raising her axe, she managed to block one, but the other two made solid contact with her. Thankfully, her armor deflected one, but the other managed to slice her upper arm, making her wince in pain and annoyance.

Picking up one of the javelins, she hurled it back at its sender, smiling in vengeful delight as it cleanly punctured one of the fiends' heads. Two down. But there were still four, and she needed her throwing axe --

"Damn!"

Yorick ducked as her own throwing axe came whizzing at her with impressive force. The projectile hummed by her, barely missing the top of her lowered head, and slammed into a headstone behind her. Quickly stooping, Yorick grabbed the other javelin, only to find that a bonewalker had its fist clenched around it as well. There was a brief moment of confused, motionless staring, and then the thing punched Yorick in the face. Hard.

The sharp pain and the flow of warm blood alerted Yorick to the fact that her nose was probably fractured.

Again.

But it didn't hurt too badly. So the Halberdier simply punched back, forcing the skeleton to let go of the javelin, which she then used as a flail. After a vicious pummeling, she grounded the third bonewalker and impaled it through an eye socket, leaving it looking like it had been run over by a carriage.

Picking up her throwing axe, Yorick winced at the pain from her nose and arm. This wasn't a fair fight; these things were strong... How were they so well versed in tactics and strategy? They were fighting as army units would, not as dumb brutes. Which was disturbing.

As two Bonewalkers converged, their skulls grinning menacingly, Yorick did something unexpected and turned around, running away. Once she gained some distance, she turned and sprinted back, diving at the last second and sweeping with her axes as she slid, her armor scraping over the dusty ground. As both monsters crumpled to the ground, the Halberdier leaped up and slammed an axe into the head of one and then the other, turning and breathing heavily as she looked at the final monster.

This one seemed to be laughing at her as it stood with a sword in each hand, its empty eye sockets gleaming with hellish light and the remnants of a sash and leather armor fluttering over its dry bones.

Panting, Yorick placed her axes back on her belt and drew her lance, holding it steady and noticing with happiness that the blood had coagulated on her face. She couldn't breathe through her nose, but that was fine. Better than losing blood. However, her brief happiness faded as the fiend calmly dropped the swords and drew a battleaxe from its back before beginning to advance towards her.

This demon was versed in the advantages of weaponry... There was only one viable explanation.

This was no Bonewalker. It was a Wight.

[Oya]

"COME ON"!

The Orange hair pirate screamed out as he charged the lines of the Bonewalkers. Xigshaw proved to be the most effective weapon at dispatching these walking skeletons. Not only was it a blunt weapon, which made shattering their bones easily, but it also amplified its users strength. Under its power Oya was able to do far greater feats of pure destructive power. Surprising enough the bonewalkers were feeding Oya's blood lust, despite not actually having any blood. The destruction of their bodies and the pouncing of Xigshaw drove the pirate into a frenzy as his heart rate picked up and adrenalin rushed through his vain.

Like a wild man Oya leaped through the air and brought his hammer down upon the shield of a bonewalker. The force from the blow not only shattered the shield, but also the walker underneath. Oya however mad he looked still had a mind for the battlefield. As he fought he paid clear attention to the bonewalkers near the area where the mage stood. Oya was not going to let his charge be cut down from behind because he was having fun.

As Oya took a glance he saw something that disturbed him. A group of bonewalkers were investigating a group of smashed skeletons. The group had been destroyed by Mila's magic not his own axe. The bonewalkers began to look at the ash left from the flames and were beginning to work out where the fire had come from. This was for once scary and two could not be allowed. He could not let them get to Mila, she was practically defenseless. As Oya turned his gaze one of the renegade bonewalkers rushed forward and stabbed at him. The pirate was able to dodge being run completely through, but he was unable to avoid the hit. The bonewalker's spear left a gash on Oya's expose arm right arm. The blow however only angered the pirate. Quick to react Oya raised his left hand and punched through the beast skull with his fist. A move capable with the power of Xigshaw, but unwise as now Oya had injured his left hand.

"Just my luck", spoke Oya as he rushed off. Movement was Oya's best weapon right now. With Xigshaw in his right hand Oya began to assault the investigating Bonewalkers. Oya could use his left hand and attack the bonewalkers with the full strength and power of Xigshaw, but he did not want to risk injuring the hand even more. Instead Oya began to fight with Xigshaw only in his right hand. The massive club was difficult to swing with one hand and horizontal attacks were pretty much out of the question. Instead Oya began to use the club in a simple smashing motion. He brought the club up to his shoulder and smashed it down to the earth. It was simple, but effective way of fighting with it.

Oya rushed forward and smashed the outermost bonewalker with xigshaw. His assault caught the ire of the others as the pirate dashed backwards using his enhanced strength to put some distance between them. The bonewalkers rushed away from their target zone in order to do battle with Oya successfully taking the enemy attention from the mage, for the moment.

[Mila]

Mila froze in place for a moment as she heard the sounds of rattling bones slowly head in her direction. She quickly put out her latest fireball and began moving away. At least until she heard the sounds of Oya's axe smashing through bone. Then his yell. Crap.

The mage had mixed feelings about going in to help or to remain in he distance and keep casting. No Mila. Do not deviate from the plan yet. Your not in direct danger yet. She swallowed hard. Then regained her focus once more. She opted not to cast the flames from above her. Instead she began to quickly cast her fire spells launching them from along side her frame. The red and orange orbs of light continued to whiz by picking off more and more boneheads.

She heard the familiar whir of an arrow whiz dangerously close to her ear. Another one hit her square in the left shoulder. Fortunately her light leather armor protected her, from any serious injury. But it was enough to stun her momentarily.

"Archers!" She yelled. Hopefully one of her comrades can take care of it for now. But she had no idea how many there were and if they were all trained to lock onto her.

A bonewalker managed to figure out the general area to launch arrows in her direction. This was problematic. She quickly launched a flame ball in the direction of where the arrows came from. But she could not make out where exactly. They dust and smoke of the battle was being used against her now. She mentally cursed. She crouched low to the ground. A few more arrows whirred over her head. Crap. I need to move. She quickly lobbed another ball of flame through the haze, unsure if she hit the archer or not. There were sounds of combat all around her. No "safe" way to go. Ugh.. I'm forced to hold up here. She continued to launch more fire, but they were now delayed in frequency.

[Yorick]

Yorick slowly backed away, putting her lance back on her back and taking up her axes. This was the only way she could fight this beast on an even footing... And that wasn't even fair. There was no way that she could take this in her state. That would be suicidal. So...

"Archers!"

Well, that certainly made things so much better...

Turning tail, Yorick ran towards the cloud of dust and the sound that she'd heard, paying no attention to the Wight. Hopefully, it would just turn around and leave her alone... Right?

Getting near to the place the fireballs were emanating from, Yorick quickly looked around and took stock. Oya was still fighting away, but the skeletons were converging on them now. There was no escape route... It looked like they were in for a rough time. But the positive side was that if they stayed together, they could watch each other's backs... Use the gravestones to their advantage. They could beat these fiends. They just had to work as a team.

"Mila! Cover me. We're going to cut through to the ones with the bows and take them out. Getting behind their lines will disorient them as well. Let's move!"

The Halberdier, trusting that the mage would follow her, began sprinting towards the group of bow-wielding skeletons. As expected, a group of Bonewalkers fanned out to ensnare her, but she made no attempt to change direction. Seeing Oya ahead, with his giant club, Yorick grabbed her axes and leaped, sweeping outward with them and knocking the wall of bones apart to make a gap she and Mila could go through. Rolling and getting up, coughing from the dust, Yorick yelled out to Oya.

"Oya! Let's get these archers! Regroup!"

Without any further delay, she swung her axe at the closest archer-skeleton, slicing through its bow and then hammering its skull with her other axe. Another raised its bow and nocked an arrow, but the Halberdier tossed her throwing axe and sliced the string of the bow, sending the projectile harmlessly into the ground and causing the fiend to look in confusion at its ruined weapon. Taking advantage of the delay, Yorick finished it off. There were five more archers. And the main contingent, which had fallen into disarray as they swept through, was now regrouping. Leading them... That damned Wight.

[Oya]

Oya looked around and make a quick mental note of the situation. The mage had been found out and their leader was coming to regroup with them. The bonewalkers were very active and their formations began to close the gap. If Oya and the others were going to win this battle they were going to need to crush the enemy formation and send them into chaos. The first goal of the group was simple, eliminate the archers. If they could take out the archers they could take out the fire against their mage. Once the mage was protected she could provide support for the rest of them.

"Regroup", the order came along with a charge for the enemy archer line. It was just what they needed. Oya did not bother to respond. They could not wast the time. It only took a second to take a arrow in the wrong place or get stabbed in the back. Oya's best bet was simply to move and follow his instincts. Oya rushed forward using the enhanced strength of Xigshaw to speed his steps. His sudden dash forward caught a few of the bonewalkers off gaurd as he brought down the hammer. With their bones scattered and a goal ahead of him Oya rushed forward toward the position of the archers. As one would expect the beast turn their gaze from the mage who threaten them from a distance and began to focus on the more immediate danger. In a orderly unison the bonewalkers released a volly of arrows toward the Orange hair pirate. Oya however, having a keen eye for the battlefield, took coverage behind a nearby gravestone. The pirates body was shielded from the arrows, but Xigsahw stuck out. The arrows however did little to no effect on the weapon, but the ping of the arrows sent a wave of vibration down the shaft. It was a bit uncomfortable, but nothing compared to a full power blow of Xigsahw.

Once the volley ended Oya dashed out and began to move forward. The Bonewalkers pulled back on their bows again and fired. Once again Oya took shelter behind a large gravestone. It was a game the two of them were playing. They fired and Oya hid. The moment they prepared to fire again Oya rushed out and moved ever closer. The game ended when Oya reached the last gravestone and the archers were just a few feet away. Desperate the bonewalkers no longer fired in unison, but instead began to focus their aim on the outside of the grave. The moment Oya popped out they were ready to fire.

[Mila]

Mila heard the faint rustle of grass and sounds of moving dirt approach her. She froze for a moment, deciding weather or not she should lob a ball of fire towards the sounds of movement. When Yorick spoke she let out a small sigh of relief. Thank heavens she's not a skeleton.

She took a moment to swat the dust off her face when Yorick spoke to cover her. The mage could barely see Yorick, taking cover behind the grave stone to the side of her. Cover her from where? She thought to herself, while making her way closer to the halberdier. With a moments notice Yorick rushed forward and charged at the enemy line. Mila barely had a moment to act as she used the power of the spirits to attack any walkers nearby. Off in the distance she could hear the familiar crash of bone that Xigshaw made. Oya is distracting the archers while we.. try to make a clean break to the other end. I see.

She followed behind Yorick. It was hard to cast magic and move forward at the same time. But the mage did her best to do so. Don't let them down Mila. Don't let them down. She occasionally muttered to herself in an effort to keep herself motivated. Mila kept launching fire with precision and skill. She did her best to cover Yorick. After a few intense moments, Mila ducked behind a grave stone.

She was close enough now to see a few Archers, they seemed to be poised to strike at one specific spot. Her guess was that was where Oya was hiding. It wasn't much of a guess more like a fact. Mila could see Xigshaw sticking out like a sore thumb above the headstone.

From another direction she could make out a taller skeleton with something that appears to be armor, directing the others. This skeleton had more flesh to it then bone and seemed to be a bit of a different color then the rest. If only slightly different. That's a wight. Mila had only read about Wights in a few hastily scribbled manuscripts. So this was is leading the others.

Mila had an idea, but she needed to act quickly. She quickly thew off her cloak and put it over the headstone she was using as cover. "I'll come back for you later old friend." She quickly whispered to her cloak. The poor cloth had seen the mage through several scraps and it showed. The cloak was riddled with holes that had been sewn back together with various mismatched cloth patches.

She had no idea what Yorick's status was at the moment and she prayed the woman was undamaged at least for this instant. She focused and launched a fire ball at the middlemost archer who was pointed at Oya's. She hoped the distraction was enough for the pirate. Meanwhile any enemies that would hastily launch any projectiles at her or come to investigate where the fire came from would find just an empty cloak. She quickly ran off back to follow Yorick whom she could hear nearby. She would continue to provide support.

[Yorick]

The archers went down, falling prey to the slashing axes, smashing club, and blazing fireballs in the chaotic assault by the three desperate fighters. The dust, which now hung over the ground like a heavy cloak, seemed to exude a miasma of death and despair as the dozen more Bonewalkers and their leader, the Wight, emerged from it like vengeful spirits.

"Don't give up. We are close to success..."

Yorick stood up, proud and tall, her axes gleaming and the dried blood on her face highlighting the savage and bestial glow in her eyes.

"Hear me, ye damned Hellspawn! I am Yorick, born of the waves of the mighty Isles! I bow to no man, living or dead, and I shall return ye to your graves with my steel and will!"

Looking at her companions, the Halberdier nodded. They had come far, and fought bravely. Now was the time to make the final push, the great attack. They would finish this battle and lay the issue to rest, cold and closed like a coffin. Now was their time to fight bravely, to shine in the limelight of combat.

With a great roar, Yorick charged, her axes raised and her eyes shining brightly. She lunged in, her two weapons humming through the air towards the greatsword of the Wight, and smashed them in a mighty X down to break its guard. Then she felt a sharp pain, as if she'd been hit with a hard stone, and realized that the fiend had used the blunt of its sword to knock her sideways into a gravestone. Her head pounded and her vision swam as the skeletons, with expressions she swore were hateful grins, began to close in.

[Oya]

Crap thought Oya as the archers fired. It was to fast for him to jump behind the gravestone. As they released their hands Oya fell to the ground. Like a wave most of the arrows passed over Oya, but one of them found itself lodged into Oya's right bicep. Rather than waste time trying to pull it out Oya rushed forward instead. He held Xigsahw in his left hand and swung it with all of his might. The blow sent bones flying as Oya began to rip through the bone walkers with the force of his hammer. The blow cracked and shattered the bones into tiny little fragments. Desperate the bonewalkers attempted to notch another arrow, but Oya's assault was far to quick. Before they could they could even pull back on their strings the pirate was upon them. Oya had whipped out the entire unit of archers in less than a minute. His attention was now turned to the wound on his arm.

"A curse upon these Bonewalkers", spoke Oya as he felt himself get dizzy. He knew what it was. Yorick had warned him about it before. The pirate took a swig of the antidote and pulled the arrow from his arm. He then pulled out a piece of cloth and quickly wrapped it around the wound before he rushed back into the fight. The other two were going to need him.

As Oya rushed back into the fight he saw Yorick engaging the Wright. She seemed as if she could handle herself in his eyes however his focus was on the bonewalkers near the two of them. Oya was going to need to step in if he wanted her to win. Oya rushed forward and brought his mighty hammer into the fight. He gave off a roar as he slammed the massive hunk of steel down onto the nearest skeleton smashing the bones into dust.

[Mila]

Shoot I lost sight of her. Mila told herself through the haze and confusion of everything going on around her. The mage caught a glimpse of Yorick's pink hair through the murk and approached. It seemed the woman was preparing for something but Mila couldn't quite figure what, until it was already happening. She admired the image of Yorick standing tall upon the headstone as she gave her rousing speech.

They had fought bravely. Don't just stand there! Mila quickly pulled open her book and nodded for a moment, before the Halberdier lunged forward, like a barbarian with her axes in each hand, towards the Wight. As cool as that is.. it's suicide! A lunge like that would expose you to your opponent's counter method.. unless you have good sup... MOVE! She quickly glanced at the words in her tome and flung a ball of flame. Straight at the Wight. Just in time too, from what she could see Yorick was on the ground and the skeletons were closing in.

There was the sound of bone being crushed, and for a moment she could see Oya charging through. Creating a wide mess of bones and carnage in his wake. It seems were just charging through now? Have we thinned the numbers enough to be this reckless? Her eyes could see light injuries on her comrades. She was spiritually and physically drained. Focus. They need you.

She saw an opportunity to strike the wight with fire and took it. She quickly jumped atop a broken headstone and launched a glowing ball of fire directly at the wight. The flames cloaked the skeleton and set what little flesh and cloth upon it's body aflame, charring it's bones and softening them up for any blow to finish the job. The wight itself seemed to move in agony upon being set on fire.

[Oya]

"Time to end this now", shouted Oya as he pressed forward. His voice grabbed the attention of all the bonewalkers as his hammer smashed their frail bones into dust. Pushing through with reckless glory Oya made his way to the Wright. It was a fearsome opponent and had a keen sense of battle. However Oya had Xigshaw in his hand. His hammer was more than enough to end the beast with a single blow. However Oya would have to make the blow. He knew the boss would not be so easy.

The moment Oya's path to the wright was clear the beast disengaged from fighting their captain. It knew far too well that not paying attention to Oya would mean its death. Rather than have Oya smash it from behind the monster jumped backwards and dared the young pirate forward. Its intentions were clear to Oya. The beast wanted the pirate to swing with his hammer and then it would dodge. In that same moment it would bring down its weapon and split Oya's skull wide open. It was a elementary tactic for any would be warrior. However it was risky and very effective. If Oya did not play it right he might still fall for it despite knowing it was coming.

"Alright lets see how well you dodge", shouted Oya as he leaped into the air. The pirate threw his entire body into the attack as he came down to attack the beast. As he expected the beast sidestepped his path, but unknown to it the power of Xigshaw was far greater than it calculated. The moment Oya's hammer slammed into the ground a fearsome wind exploded from the point of impact. The force was enough to deflect its counter and open it wide open for Oya's counter attack.

"You are mine", shouted Oya as he swung his mighty hammer around. In a single motion he pulled the massive club out of the mini creator it created on the ground and smashed the monster into oblivion. White dust filled the air as Oya returned the beast back to the nether energy from where it came.