Samael felt the warm blood drip down his gauntleted arm. The wet warmth gushed out of the Alpha's chest, staining his skin. The gurgled gasps that showed the fruitless struggle of the alpha, the struggle to cling to life, a struggle that would never pay off.
*SWISH*
With a careless swing of his arm, Samael tossed the alpha's body; the corpse flew, cutting through the air like a knife slamming against a tree with a sickening thud.
"Let's dance, you filthy monkeys?" Samael's arrogant voice boomed through the forest as he assumed a unique stance, his arms stretching over his head, his palms open, his legs spread wide. "Don't keep me waiting." He spoke in a dangerously low voice, encouraging the troop of monkeys to come forward and avenge their fallen king.
*OOH OOH AH OOH OOH AH* A horrid, chaotic cacophony scratched against his ears as the troop rushed forward.
Samale welcomed them as he danced around the first dozen; that managed to close the distance. He sidestepped, ducked and jumped with such fluidity that the fight seemed like a well-choreographed dance.
Not a single monkey could land even a palm strike on him. "Come now, are you even trying? Should I cut off my arms and legs to make it a fair competition for you?"
Samael grabbed a monkey by the fur on its head, slamming it down as he jumped up and hit a split kick, sending two more flying away. He then twisted his body using the one he slammed as a shift weapon, using him to hammer away at the others, sending several of them flying away.
He disregarded the monkey, letting it fall onto the floor as he stepped on its head, his eyes scanning the others who seemed too afraid to move forward; several even turned their backs to escape into the forest. "So boring; none of you are a challenge. How your worthless species managed to live so long is beyond me, but allow me to fix Mother Nature's mistake. None of you will leave here alive". Dark, shadowy tendrils began to shift, twist and ripple as they began to stretch from Samael dashing through the forest after the would-be escapees, impaling them in an instant; the dozen that had run to life found only darkness at the end of their paths.
Shadow manipulation, one of the two elements the devil fruit allowed him to control, even if his mastery over the fruit was basic at best, he had only one move per element right now, so these exertions were necessary not only for food but also to get a better grasp of his abilities.
Seeing that escape was impossible, the monkeys did what any creatures do when escape is impossible and they face impossible odds: they chose to fight to cling to life even for just a few more minutes, and they rushed towards Samael with renewed vigour. "Yes, come face your end with honour, Gurararara," he bellowed as he ran towards the troop, barrelling into the middle of the charging force.
He moved swiftly in a fluid motion, cutting several of the gorillas in half with his gauntleted fists clawing at several of them, but the numbers were overwhelming; the monkeys began to pile on top of Samael, trying to bury him under them and crush him with overwhelming numbers.
The atmosphere began to grow hotter and hotter, the air drying as the moisture evaporated from the air; the trees began to crackle and then burst into flame, the smoke rising into the sky, blocking out the moon.
A giant pillar of black flames erupted from the pile, reaching into the stars as the monkeys that had piled onto him turned to ash too fast for even a scream to escape their lungs as their breath had been stripped away, used as fuel to light their funeral pyre.
A dark figure emerged from the flames, the shadowy silhouette walking slowly out of the flames. The wings stretched wide as Samael emerged, a victorious smirk adorning his face. "Numbers only matter when the opposition is off a similar strength when the disparity is like that off heaven and earth , numbers are meaningless."
Samael walked forward calmly, his fist cocked back, flames beginning to erupt, covering his arm. He punched forwards; "FIRE FIST" – a giant fist of fire erupted forwards, chasing down the remnants of the troop.
The fire ate everything in its path, turning trees to ash and melting the boulders that some of the monkeys tried to hide behind. The fire ate everything and reduced a section of this forest to ash.
Samael stretched his wings, flapping a few times before *swish*in a single motion; he rocketed into the sky. He hovered above the few remaining monkeys, his gaze looking down at them with pity as the early rays of dawn illuminated his figure, painting the form of an angel; his wings stretched along with his arms.
Using my hands has become a bit boring. Roger , Kaido , Big Mom, Mihawk, and Shanks – they all use a weapon; the endgames always do, and I have found it a bit tiresome to only use my fists like some mongrel too unskilled to use a weapon, so what should my weapon be, a sword? No, far too many use them; it wouldn't be as prestigious , so a hammer – no, I prefer slashing attacks.
Oh, I know exactly what I should use. The strongest man in the world uses it as well; it would fit my pedigree, so let's try it out . A dark shadow erupted in my palms. I concentrated on moulding and shaping it slowly and meticulously until I formed a large naginata, the shaft being 9 feet tall and the blade measuring 3 feet in length. I began to twist it around, forming air vortexes blowing away the smoke from the fire as I sliced down towards one of the monkeys, the flying cut cleaving one of the monkeys in two.
Excellent, it was perfect; it moved like an extension of my own arm, my perfect weapon. I jumped down, flying to the ground with my Naginata pulled up behind me. As I slammed down, I brought it down towards the monkeys, the weapon cutting into the earth as another monkey was split in two. The cut carried forward, cleaving a tree in half.
I leapt towards the final monkey, impaling him in one swift blow, ending the battle as the forest burnt around me. Damn, I'd made a massive mess. Ma is going to kill me.
I walked towards the monkeys, picking up the salvageable ones. At least it was almost breakfast time; I needed to bring it before Ace wakes up; he needs good nutrition. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, afterall.
- The End -
There ends the battle. The next chapter is going to be a slice of life with Ace, Dadan, Garp and Samael; it'll show Samael's personality off some more.
Tell me how this was. Did you like the battle? Also, Naginata was suggested, and I loved the idea since it fits my theme of Samael becoming this era's White Beard inheriting his will – well, a mix off his will and someone elses.