In Chains

Electric Blue

It's too much; I can't do this. Samira frowned and stooped in defeat. She was worn out; her arms were extremely heavy and ached. Why couldn't she do exactly what had been asked of her?

The glass bottles laid out in front of her were shattered into millions of pieces; not the outcome she desired. Her goal was to move them – not by much – but even this was proving to be too hard. Her Devil Fruit seemed to be based on destruction alone, and that was enough to discourage her. Maybe Law had it all wrong.

"May I have a break?"

Said man agreed; this would be the third she had taken since this morning. He had to hand it to her though, she was trying and had not yet given up.

"Five minutes, then either you stop or start again."

Samira nodded forlornly and rose, staggering over to him. Once she sunk down onto the ground next to the crate he was sitting on, she stretched her tired legs out and forced the numbness from them. It felt like small needles were piercing her skin.

"Any idea how long we've been out here?"

Law tossed a decanter of water near her feet. "Since sunrise; five hours, give or take."

"And I've done nothing but break a few hundred bottles since we started," she grumbled. Laying back in the grass, she covered her eyes with her arm and sighed. "I don't understand it; I can't move them."

Law remained quiet. He may have overanalyzed her Devil Fruit a bit; it was much easier than he'd originally thought. Arsenio explained it as a force, so he assumed at the time she could manifest the stored energy around objects, but that was not the case.

It was chaos, pure destructive force. Samira may have been able to limit her power, reduce its strength, but eventually it had to go somewhere.

"You can't tame disorder; you can lessen its range though."

Samira hummed in question and removed her arm. Did he say something?

Law had an idea, but Samira wasn't going to like it. He stood up and gathered his sword from the ground, then moved to put some distance between them.

She watched in skepticism. "What are you doing? Going to get a little training in too?"

"Stand up, Amunet-ya. We're going to try something," Law ordered. He didn't want to give away too much about his plan, but he knew that she'd never trust him again otherwise.

She listened without a complaint and stood in front of him. "Okay ... what now?"

Law activated a room and unsheathed his sword. With a clean and well-planned swing, he cut her casted arm at the elbow joint. It fell with a thump onto the grass near her feet.

My arm ... he took my arm. Samira stared in horror at the unnatural stump. There was no blood spewing from the wound and no pain to follow; it was just gone.

Like Arsenio. Was he going to cut her into pieces too?

"I don't understand. Just what are you doing to me?"

Law grinned. "Isn't it obvious; I'm tearing you apart."

"And what does this have to do with my training? Put my arm back on; I know you can."

He narrowed his eyes. "You don't get to order me around."

With another swipe of his sword, Samira felt her balance give out and collapsed onto her rear with a loud grunt. Her leg was gone now too. Anger consumed her; she felt utterly helpless.

"Did I strike a nerve, Amunet-ya?"

Yes, he did. The entire point of this exorcise was to help her control her power so that she didn't ever have to feel helpless again. Samira dug her teeth into her bottom lip and glared at him.