Pippin Mallory

“What a pain! No, what an actual pain!

White fluffed out coarse hair and flowed in the wind, accompanied by diamond-shaped animalist ears that flattened out to their sides with disappointment. These belong to a lean-fit man who moved forward while the sun bounced off his rich copper skin. “My lady wouldn’t be so happy with how things are turning out.” He continued his murmurs as his ears twitched to the heavy clinks of metal clattering that wore out a single leather strap on the lycan’s left shoulder. Supporting the heftiness of the object that scaled him by two folds, he shifted once again before taking a glimpse of something from across this grassy field. His instantly flattening ears perked with expression as he came in sight of a figure. “Oh~” he grinned, seeing an infamous individual known as Cain.

 Taking his right freehand, he’d flip his left eye patch up, revealing a blue crystal eye that contrasted with his dark ruby one. “Oh. I don’t need to see or guess how tough you are; I'm sure you know how famous you  are."His question made Cain's head turn. Once reaching the middle of the field, both of their now-long strided steps from before would come to a halt. With barely any effort, his working hand glided up his harness before his index finger and thumb unsecured the lock. An audible click was heard as it then came with a heavy and ground-shaken thud. Raise a glass. A slim black powder cannon stands as tall as the Lycan man. With the now-unburdening left arm, he repositioned his prized weapon to stand at his side, allowing the nozzle to reach the sky. “Oh! Where are my manners? I am known as Pippin from the Mallory Family of Good Trades and Arms! It will be my utmost pleasure to show you the ways of Mallory.” The now-introduced Pippin would be seen fixing his attire, an extremely formal piece of what could be a 5-star SS Class Prestige world-renowned bartender. His long, just as coarse feline tail would whip about with the utmost confidence. It didn’t seem he had any plans to back out of the fight or cower in the presence of a man such as Cain.

His head would lightly jut to the side as he was caught off guard at how quick Cain was to accept this fight to even take place. The rumor became true: Cain wasn’t afraid of anything and would always fight. It’s not often he gets to meet a man of such standards; more or less, he even gets to lay a hand on them. But with his encouragement to fight, he only boosted Pippin's confident and malicious intent to abuse his powers on such a dangerous person. The minute he was told to prepare to fight, Pippin slapped down his eyepatch and boasted out a hefty laugh. He could hear how quick the other steps had become, charging at him with such vigorous speeds that no human could keep track of them. “If you say so..." Pippin scoffed under his breath, a late response to his action on preparations and an early response to Cain’s next. He listened to Cain's belief that Pippin would not be able to even be on the same ground when it came to fighting him. What he was doing only led to a quick beating, and he must have enjoyed being beaten.

Scooping up his cannon to be tucked under his left arm, he grabbed onto the front handle with his right hand before positioning it to aim it directly at Cain. What actually showed was a shadow figure of Cain that caused Pippin to gain a curved lip. He had to get things moving fast. Taking the back end of the cannon, Pippin would flip a switch, scoffing for the second time. The cannon would begin to make a strong whirring sound, during which a vortex aurora appeared at the opening nozzle. It fused inward as whispers spoke from the living machine. “What a cheap trick,” he said under his breath before watching the shadow be vacuumed into his weapon as if it were a dirty mess on the ground. With the entity trapped inside his cannon, he’d allow the button end of his cannon to slip out of grasp. A metallic cork that could never be used would collapse out of the button before being pushed back in as the cannon back end hit the ground, causing it to change in noise.

 Once a whirling vortex, it became a soft hum and translucent dark bubble as it planned to regurgitate the figure back out in some way. “Only a masochist for my lady, that is.” He reassured his belief that he had no plans of just being used in this fight. Even if he loses, he’ll make sure Cain leaves almost as ruined as he is. It didn’t take long to be pushed out of that thought, though, as he’d watched Cain throw away his cheap shadow trick and haul at him with a greatsword. "Woah, woah, woah!" Not having much time to aim or prep the style of attack, Pippin had to drag his cannon across the ground to be fully in front of him. Blocking and countering the massive sword that threatens to cleave at the front of his chest.

Even with the power of that swing, it wasn’t enough for him to budge from his place. Right after he felt the contact, Pippin held his cannon in place before using it to pick up some speed from his place behind. He pulled himself with the handle, twirling to roundhouse kick Cain from the front of his stationary cannon.

Getting to his feet, he was like a reindeer landing. He’d keep his left hand on the handle while slowly making his way back behind his weapon. His eye stayed on track of Cain, who felt the full force of his kick. It was a bit of a surprise to him that most of Cain’s ability lay in power rather than physical endurance and strength. Then again, Pippin could consider himself powerless the minute his cannon was out of the picture. Speaking of pictures, it didn’t take long for Cain to vanish from view. Pippin had to acknowledge how quick that eldritch elf was. Springing back up and taking flight with no wings. His head tilting up to catch him high in the air, like that, could stop him. “Alright.” He nodded to himself as if he had just planned out his next move perfectly, only hoping to execute it correctly without any turmoil. Adjusting his right hand on a lower handle, he’d sprawl and bend his legs to a low point, straightening his back in a strange but steady position. With one intake of air, he would lift up the bottom to weigh it evenly, which would keep his cannon in place. Cain was slowly descending back down towards Pippin, which worried him, as right before he could get in a full blink, an inferno blast would come straight off the palm of Cain’s hand. Intense grimed heat that emitted from the flames made Pippi’s face grimace back as he could feel his very fur and hair crisp at their ends. He stepped back as he carried the cannon like a minigun. He began to slowly swing it, rocking his arms back and forth. It seemed he was going to launch the big chunk of metal into the air directly back at Cain, as the fire-baring elf was insulted by the idea of death.

“Oh! I can’t part ways just yet; still on the journey to make the best drinks, y'know?” With one more buildup of a cradle, he bent his knees and sent the cannon airborn. Right after taking a few more steps back before jumping after it, he’d get hold of the catapulting blaster, riding right into the flames. While Cain came down first with more intense inferno magic, Pippin raised his own two hands, realizing there would be more after. He'd have his palms open and touching by the end, and when the flames came into contact, it’d negate the magic. Despite its overwhelming heat, Pippin would be able to release and counter the power. He knew Cain couldn’t cover up the fact that a greatsword would come into swing with him negating, so he was ready to take the hit.

And like that, the flames came to a stop, sadly sizzling, shortening, and charring a bit of Pippin’s striped fur. In mid-air, he moved around on his still-flying cannon. His body tumbled back purposefully to the lower ends to grab onto the system's lever. It was currently on high gear, which Pippin pulled back to be on the second lowest. He had to be quick, stumbling back, seeing Cain claw towards him by grabbing hold of his cannon. Feeling the air skim off the swinging blade as Cain drew closer and closer. Pippin's eyes widened from feeling the blade slit open his left arm as he tried to set the cannon on target. He couldn’t try his luck anymore. With two strong kicks, Pippin would try to dislodge Cain and keep his cannon going. Using whatever strength is left in all of this, have the blast charge ready.

With a warping noise and a black ball of smoke forming at the nozzle, when enraged Cain was close enough to the cannon front, it would expel out the dark pulse. The once-flying cannon is going off course. Allowing gravity to take its rightful place. Cain sent him flying back into his own ungrateful landing. This should give Pippin enough time to figure out how well sending Cain's own power will work against him.