[CRACK! The blunt of the handle comes down, sinking into his skin like a finger being pushed into dough. The strike only makes Luffy grin, laughing momentarily before eyes widen to see the slice coming next.
He doesn't dodge, doesn't so much as bother to try and even blink. The cut comes quickly, fast, deep and hot as blood is shown to the world from the boiled veins of the man in which it thrives. He looks the fool, for sure. Luffy knows that the only way to make any sort of dent against a swordsman was to get close, to close the limit of his swing and pummel as hard and as fast as he can with the limited space of close combat.]
STAY BACK! IB IS MY NAKAMA, YOU HEAR ME YOU SON OF A BITCH?! GOMU GOMU NO~!
[He plants a single foot into the ground as if trying to strike for oil, gritting his teeth together while the roar of his engine, a heart racing past the normal human limitation, burns hot and loud as he begins his assault. Both arms stretch behind him, a first for many before him to see, zipping past both Ib and Red as they extend at least a dozen times their normal length. With the same blinding speed, the arms come rallying back, punching with closed fists in the sort of barrage that would eject from the multiple shots of an automatic weapon.]
JET~ GATTLING~ GUN~!
[The punches come fast, blurry and making Luffy look as if he's built with multiple limbs. Every strike is more powerful than the next, punching with a flurry so intense that only a trained eye could dodge them. It's obvious Luffy isn't trying to hit for accuracy, like the weapon it is named after, he's merely trying to mow down whatever it is that stands against him. Sephiroth's cut should be slowing him down, as the blood intensifies with the movement of his attack, yet he doesn't seem phased, least not from his appearance.]
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He doesn't dodge, doesn't so much as bother to try and even blink. The cut comes quickly, fast, deep and hot as blood is shown to the world from the boiled veins of the man in which it thrives. He looks the fool, for sure. Luffy knows that the only way to make any sort of dent against a swordsman was to get close, to close the limit of his swing and pummel as hard and as fast as he can with the limited space of close combat.]
STAY BACK! IB IS MY NAKAMA, YOU HEAR ME YOU SON OF A BITCH?! GOMU GOMU NO~!
[He plants a single foot into the ground as if trying to strike for oil, gritting his teeth together while the roar of his engine, a heart racing past the normal human limitation, burns hot and loud as he begins his assault. Both arms stretch behind him, a first for many before him to see, zipping past both Ib and Red as they extend at least a dozen times their normal length. With the same blinding speed, the arms come rallying back, punching with closed fists in the sort of barrage that would eject from the multiple shots of an automatic weapon.]
JET~ GATTLING~ GUN~!
[The punches come fast, blurry and making Luffy look as if he's built with multiple limbs. Every strike is more powerful than the next, punching with a flurry so intense that only a trained eye could dodge them. It's obvious Luffy isn't trying to hit for accuracy, like the weapon it is named after, he's merely trying to mow down whatever it is that stands against him. Sephiroth's cut should be slowing him down, as the blood intensifies with the movement of his attack, yet he doesn't seem phased, least not from his appearance.]