Thread: One Piece: The Hawk & The Headhuntress (Yuna & Vandesdelca's 1x1)

Headhuntress Aiya An annoyed frown crossed Aiya's face as Mihawk easily avoided the air blade. True, it should have been something to expect. But air was still just that. It was one of the things typically harder to see coming. You could feel it, sure. But by the time it mattered, it was usually too late. Perhaps this was part of what Saku had tried to warn her about. Likely ... she admitted, keeping the confession only to herself. She'd never do so aloud, of course. Aiya had far too much pride, another thing Saku had warned her about. And while she knew about the old saying suggesting pride could kill a man, she wasn't a man. She had tried to use that alone to her advantage. It had worked in the past. Now, however, she could feel herself clinging onto much more than her life. Now her pride - maybe soul even - was all at stake. And she was doing any and everything in her power to keep everything she had left! If this were any other man, Aiya would question how Dracule knew of her deeds. But no. He was part of the World Government by being a Shichibukai. There was no point in questioning how he knew this. However, when it came to why he was wanting to know these answers, now there was something that got her attention. No one else had cared before nor had ever wanted to know her motives for why she did anything, especially hunt down anyone affiliated with the Marines or Government. Much like Dracule didn't fear Aiya, the same gesture was returned. She was a bit anxious and slowly losing her patience, making her more irritable at worst. But there was otherwise no genuine sense of fear. Touzoku wouldn't have worked against you anyways. You're not a fruit user. It works best against those types of people. The plan .. is definitely not your concern. Tch, no. If I were too blinded, you would have taken my life already. No. I still have quite a bit of self-control over myself, thanks. Now he seemed to return the favor with hurling his own air blades towards her. The lack of space made it difficult to dodge all of them. Some, however, were able to miss and fly by her. Others, on the other hand, began to rip at her skin and clothes. His next inquiries were by far the most intriguing and yet infuriating ones. It almost sounded as if ... he was trying to suggest he gave a damn? Impossible! He's one of them! No one's given a genuine damn about you! She would have counted Saku but even Aiya could see that wasn't completely true. She was his executor, his weapon, his tool to use little more, if anything. But Aiya had never minded because in the midst of taking up that role, he gave her access to what she wanted and needed the ability to seek out any and all high-ranking Marines and Government officials and kill as many as possible. I have not yet tossed my life away, she replied, a low growl leaving at the end of the sentence as venom and ice mingled into her voice. Moreover, why do you care? The reason ... is long gone, forgotten about by all including those responsible! All the while, more small cuts continued to land on her flesh or against her clothes. Idiot! Do something! But if she jumped away while he did this ... would it truly be wise? Not likely. But it'd be stupider for Aiya to just stand there and practically hand this match over to him. A frustrated Urgh! would be the next thing as Aiya swung her sword out towards Mihawk. This one, however, was actually not intended to hit him. It was but a distraction and way to gain distance. He would just need to back away long enough for it to work. Once Aiya got what she wanted, she jumped back herself, panting softly but swiftly. Even with the adrenaline rush going on, she could still feel the stinging within her body along with some crimson liquid falling slowly down her body. It was at least nowhere vital, like an organ or near the jugular. But it still hurt, especially anywhere that had gotten her arms or shoulders. Yet that same agony seemed to make her more focused and determined to prove she was anything but a fluke.