Emanuel D. Angelov
"All Losses in this world are due to a lack of ability"

On Emanuel's end, he had been wasting away on standby after arriving on the Lulusia. News had been popping up recently about a large amount of staff changes occurring and sidelining his plans were once again. The emergency summons came out unexpectedly and everyone was quickly whipped up into squads to man both defensive fronts.

It was as well-coordinated a defense as he ever did see. To help out, he offered the 5 Ensigns he had command of to help man the front line and help ease the strain on manpower. He also offered to take it up himself, but the Commodore had other plans. He simply gave the order to help protect their back rank and that was that. Their last line was in the Emerald District where the Nobles lorded over the Common Grounds. As uncharacteristic as it was, he didn't argue. He was in battle mode and from what he had gathered, this was going to be a hell of a fight.

So he retreated back to the Emerald District as directed, holding the point just a little behind where the brown-skinned man was smoking and seemingly unconcerned with the situation unfurling around him. Not that he couldn't be laidback too, but now was the absolute worst possible time to be.. umm nonchalant.

"Screw it. I'm not gonna sit back and do nothing here. If I have to do more community service than so be it." Without another thought, he got up and quickly snatched the joint from the man's lips. "Smoke later. For now we need to be focused on the mission. I'm not gonna let you ruin this chance for us. We have to stay on our guard at all times."

That certainly quieted things down as everyone seemed to go wide-eyed for a moment. Than the explosion hit and Emanuel had to turn his attention southward. It was enough of a blast to envelope a good portion of their defense and from their point, it seemed like the good Commodore had taken a hit and was nearing the ground. "No. Not yet. He may be down, but he may not be out yet. We should start coming up with a game plan in case we need one. Who wants to take point?"

Emanuel called out to the others in the line, echoing the command in case any hadn't heard him clearly enough. None of the regulars seemed to be ready and didn't raise their hands. "Well than... any orders to give, Commodore?" Emanuel turned and addressed the man reluctantly.

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Emanuel D. Angelov
"All Losses in this world are due to a lack of ability"

Come again? Ummm who was the sober one here? Who was the one seriously thinking of a game plan and approaching this scenario rationally? Emanuel felt his temperature rise a few degrees; he was certainly more focused on this situation than the supposed commodore who had his head up his ass. It didn't matter to him what the orders were or even if he had seniority, Emanuel would shove a boot up his ass once he managed to get ahead.

"Worry more about yourself than about me." Emanuel sighed to himself, feeling like he was really pushing his luck now. The pirates were closing in and they were assuming a phalanx with him and the commodore going up against some pretty tough customers. With the commodore out, they were in for a wild fight.

Just before the Emerald Gates, they aligned themselves at the top of the hill from which the vast forests past the Commons boundaries were clearly stupefying even now. The areas beneath, laid low by fire, stood ravaged and flared. As they walked up, Emanuel was taking stock of as many details as he could in preparation for what was to come. They were at a good firing angle. The weather shouldn't cause any unseen problems for now at least; it was a crisp afternoon.

What else could they use to their advantage? They had the unenviable task of playing defense with nowhere to hide or retreat to. The Gates, though unquestioningly beautiful and standing over aged marble-paved streets, were not exactly very defensible. From a standpoint of combat, they might only be good for buying time. The area before them was a bit curved and sloping, which as said would help them keep raining fire whenever they wished. Some of their number were also taking up positions atop the gates so they should be able to have some control.

Amid the small entourage of encroaching pirates, the young fishman's eyes fell upon the two in front who obviously strode with poise and a sense of elegant danger. One was lionesque in appearance with obvious half-human features while the other was much less so, though no less striking in the ways she was his femme fatale. She wore two swords at her hip. Her long blond hair was studded like an angel's and yet looked like thin strands of wire so sharp it could cut better than the swords. Her eyes turned to him and Emanuel's gaze turned bitter and sour. "I think I'm much more handsome though than that mutt you're draping across your knee."

Emanuel flipped his hair bang from right eye to ear. "Nice to have such two cute lovers come visit us. If I'd known you were coming, I'd have prepared a red carpet." Emanuel gave a mock salute with a vindictive smirk upon his lips. "But by all means lets do this properly: By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you dead and dead. Congrats."

Afterwards, he gave a surly chuckle as the air hanging over the Emerald gates was so tense that you could cut it with a strand of Stacy's platinum blond hair.

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Note: Don't forget, my character's name is Emanuel. Last sentence was said 'directed at Misha'.

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Emanuel D. Angelov
"All Losses in this world are due to a lack of ability"

Without any other warning, the tension in the air broke like a seething tidal wave as the Pirate captain halted his subordinate and then leaped full-on into the fray himself. His speed in crossing the distance gave Emanuel literally only just enough time to duck low and avoid being bisected. The Pirates all let out a roar and came charging in to the sound of gunfire above them. The Marines stationed above the gate opened fire, thinning out the crowd.

Emanuel was forced to move or risk an extreme injury. The older lionesque man kept the pressure focused on him while the woman focused on the commodore. There was no other choice; he gave ground freely. Emanuel had to almost completely dedicate himself to dodging each blow while barely getting any offensive. There was no situation in which this battle could be anything good for him.

Lyoko took a large overhead swipe at him and he managed to misdirect it and land a hard thrust kick to the stomach that barely seemed to slow him down. After that, he was on the defensive again. It couldn't even be compared to a battle; he was just trying his best to fend off swipe after swipe. After a bit of back-and-forth, Emanuel dodged another swipe by inches and then leaped backwards a few more steps.

Emanuel saw where Nazaki was fighting and distracting the woman. There was a point where they were locked in combat with each other, both of them just seemingly testing the other out. Emanuel decided in a heartbeat that he couldn't win this fight without playing a little dirt. Deftly twisting his body to avoid another strike as he danced backwards, he ended up back-to-back with Stacy while she was yet unaware of him. "Cut me in here for a moment!"

Just as the man was winding up for another wide angry swing, Emanuel's smirk twisted. He swung his one leg in front and then brought it back home right between Stacy's legs. Twisting himself low, he swiveled her around back with his hand grasping her shoulders so she would be directly in front of him when the claws came around.

The mink couldn't stop his own blow in time and the end force sent both Emanuel and Stacy tumbling across the field with the pirate lieutenant absorbing quite a bit of the attack. Emanuel rolled away until coming to a stop against the rocks. Some of the air was knocked from his lungs, but he was otherwise alright and his human shield had cushioned him thankfully.

The Pirate lieutenant was also alright, though he could feel the rush of an alarming amount of killer intent.

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Emanuel D. Angelov
"All Losses in this world are due to a lack of ability"

There was no question about it. He was definitely outmatched here at least in style. No sooner had Stacy regained her footing, she was quickly upon him and angry as hell after that low blow with his foot between her legs, giving him barely had time to react. Unlike the larger Lion, he had no disparity in size and arm-length to rely on.

Lyo's blows were powerful but had a necessary build-up in exchange for reach, making it possible for him to slip around them. This woman was more flexible, had pinpoint accuracy, and was out for blood; probably the worst mismatch for the likes of him. Her swords were like snakes, lashing in and slashing quickly at him whenever he tried to break past her defense, forcing him to keep his eyes focused on her hands at all times. That turned out to be his first mistake as she soon switched up her attack pattern and got up close, swiping his feet out from under him with her longer legs. He may have been a modest fighter and a good navigator, but he was no expert hand-to-hand combatant.

He fell to the stone road with a gasp of air freed from his lungs; the twin swords already stabbing into both his biceps. With his arms pinned to the ground and gasping for breath, Emanuel only saw through blurred vision as the woman seemed to stand overhead, unmoving. The sun shined in his eyes and he was winded, but he could yet see the taunting smile like some wild animal that had just caught its prey. Her words didn't reach his ears as the cacophony of the raging battle drowned him. "Hmph. All well. Looks like I win." Casually, she stomped her foot on his torso, keeping both his lower and upper body from moving while grasping her swords like levers.

Emanuel gritted his teeth and cried aloud as the woman seemed to look back at the ongoing fight between the lion and the commodore while gleefully swiveling the blades to cause him as much torment as possible without removing them. His arms were bleeding heavily from the wounds. He coughed loudly in an effort to get some air back into his lungs.

She delighted in watching her captain lord over his defeated victims. They had lost it had seemed, resoundingly overpowered while the rest of the battle between the crews raged. He couldn't tell if they had yet to break past the gate, but he was in more than just a pickle right now.

What was he to do now? Every movement against her strength brought sweltering agony. In retaliation for the low blow, she placed one foot on his face an pressed down whenever he looked up. Steadily, he regained his equilibrium, but without any freedom of movement there was little he could do. He tried to stay calm, even amid the twisting blades. "Stay... cALLM...Emanuel... just... stay calm.." He said through gritted teeth.

He had thought that the Commodore had also been bested, but somehow that hadn't been the case. He sat there with head under heel, waiting until an opportunity would maybe present itself. Such an opportunity came just moments before the sound of the gunshot. Stacy's eyes flew open and she reacted in haste, leaving go of her swords as her captain's eyes went wide before being flushed out. Emanuel didn't wait and quickly had to release himself once Stacy had given him the opportunity by once again reacting purely out of instinctual anger.

He could then pull the blades out just as the murderous woman had stepped away and charged straight for where the other man had fallen down. Emanuel didn't bother with the swords, only acting on instinct himself as he tackled the pirate to the ground from behind. With all his weight, he drove her down only for it to not be enough to keep her down.

Annoyed, she was strong enough to push him off as her banshee-like scream broke out. "GrrrrrrAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" She landed a kick on his torso that sent him back a few feet, allowing her to quickly reclaim her swords. "This... is not working... I'm at my wit's end here. I can't read... her hands or her legs. She's just going to keep catching me off-guard... no matter what."

The battlefield was smog-filled. Some of the men atop the Emerald gates were still firing down. He now stood in the middle of it all, defending the commodore against an enraged pirate lieutenant. It was all on him now. He would have to take her down no matter what it took.

Stacy charged at him once more with an almost feral growl. Her hair, once pristine and flawless, was now a disheveled mess as emotion overruled all else. Her swords were positioned directly in front of her, swaying in preparation for several deadly slashes. Emanuel had to keep his eyes open as it would be the only way he would possibly manage to foretell her attack and counter it. Her hands wouldn't give the tell and he didn't want to get tripped up again.

That was when it suddenly started to happen. He felt like the world was swaying in front of him. At first, the unreal sensation made him feel like he was looking at a metronome, but soon he was concentrating and he could see a silhouette seem to form in his mind of the charging pirate in front of him. He saw in his mind one blade come down while the other was coming in for a horizontal slash at his neck. Was he dreaming this?

No sooner had it begun did it end, leaving him to still stand there as the woman was now only a few feet away. Acting only on instinct, he trusted the vision and ducked underneath the horizontal cut and used his arm to fend off the overhead. He knocked the one blade from her hand and then lashed out with a thrust kick that surprised her enough to send her reeling backwards and groggy.

Without a moment to waste, the young Marine jumped forth and managed to land a solid kick to her torso. Picking up speed, he hit her in the neck with the second, and the third he went and hit her clean in the forehead. When it was over, the beautiful Pirate Stacy had sunk to her knees and then fell face-first onto the grass.

Without meaning to, Emanuel almost started to wind up in preparation for another attack in case his opponent still hadn't yet been knocked out, but he felt flooded with relief when he looked back and saw that the Pirate was facedown. His breathing was a bit heavy and after that, he looked around the field at the troops still doing battle. For the most part, the assault had fallen apart. The Pirates were being routed as the Marines fired on them from above. The once proud pirate captain was also dead, clearly from what looked to be a gunshot wound to his cranium.

And there he stood. All by himself. Right before finally going down on the ground himself.

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