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True Artists Never Show-Off; K.
Topic Started: Feb 15 2010, 07:00 AM (5,013 Views)
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The slight thrill of his success made Galles a little slower on the uptake then he perhaps wanted, pushing himself onto his feet now just as he noticed someone coming at them. He hadn't been trying to be covert so much as do things quickly, so it was no surprise someone had seen and heard him sniping at the crane. Raising Fideli, he meant to aim it at the man and fire when Allen came flying out of the booth, smashing his fist into the man's face and send him careening off to the side, eventually landing in a small heap against the very same crates and boxes that Galles had been taking cover against not two minutes ago. Standing a little dumbly with his pistol raised, Galles just shook his head as he lowered it and looked over to the gangplank as Allen said his plan worked, nodding at the carpenter who was turning out to be his captain and saying "Yeah, but let's hurry before they realize it." to the man and motioning him forward, taking a step towards the plank up. Before the water split open and something crashed onto the dock, leaving Galles standing there with a slight quirk on his lips.

As Max came up behind them and the red-skinned giant of a man stood up in front of them, Galles knew a potentially bad situation when he saw it. The man in front was gigantic and the voice behind them was very unhappy sounding, 'My ship' meaning he was the Captain of this lot...And it was only fitting for Captains to duke it out, wasn't it? So Galles took a mental deep breath before turning his head to Allen briefly, raising up his pistoled hand to wave at the Carpenter. "I'll take the big guy. If you let shorty over there beat you, I swear I'll let you get captured." he said, sighing as he turned to the giant man in front of him and walked forward, side-stepping to attempt to get past the man. Much to his annoyance, the man side-stepped perfectly with him. Galles looked up in annoyance, the man looked down in confusion. Galles side-stepped to the left now, the man followed in a very crab-like manner. Two side-steps to the right by Galles were matched perfectly, followed by several more sidesteps to the right...And then Galles was running sideways. The man followed suit perfectly, eventually catching up to Galles when the marksman stopped running and stood there.

The larger man rose up even taller in victory at keeping up with Galles the entire time and clapped a pair of hands together under his large cloak, grinning now as he started talking. "Croooooooo~ Nyahahaha, no one can out sidestep Grigare! Hey hey, Maxwell-kun! Did you see that-" the man said, turning his head to find Maxwell before realizing why Galles had been sidestepping him. Of course, Galles was standing in front of him now with one hand on his face and the other hanging at his side, somewhat embarrassed that worked so well. After all, it wasn't every day you met someone who'd fall for a trick like that...

Both Galles and Grigare were at least twenty meters away from Maxwell and Allen now, nearer to a side-street of the docks. The area was simple: They were wedged in between at least three rows of buildings and several streets, though Marines would most likely be patrolling them making escape improbable. And all around were various supplies found on docks; Crates, barrels, boxes, ropes, chains, timber and even some ship parts like tied up masts and sails.

Grigare was stunned silent for a moment now before whirling on Galles quite violently, stamping a foot down as his cloak ruffled a bit. His hood had completely fallen now and it showed his face, odd as it looked, and the fact he had no teeth. "Youuu! Croooooooooo~! You tricked me! Maxwell-kun is going to be so angry at me if I don't smash you up!" he declared, suddenly lunging forward as two 'arms' came flying out of his cloak, smashing towards Galles. Galles reacted quickly after lowering his hand from his face, keeping up with the man somewhat easily as he ran forward, ducking under the arms and moving to thrust his sword forward into the man's chest, but realizing too late that he had more arms under there. One moved out and smashed into Galles stomach as he ran forward while another moved up to use some kind of coating on the back of Grigare's arm to deflect the blade, sending Galles staggering back.

Momentarily caught off guard, Galles had only a split second to ponder what was going on. The man was obviously not human, or was he? Did he had a power like Galles or was he just special? Whatever it was, not taking the time to analyze his foe had just cost him the first blow. The second blow came afterwards when Grigare's third pair of arms moved out and tried to grab at Galles, who was snapped out of his daze enough by then that he avoided the grapple. He kicked back from where he was standing and ended up sailing back from Grigare, who's arms smacked into the pavement and he let out a frustrated 'Crooooooo!' just as Galles skidded to a stop, the marksman raising his gun up and firing a shot at Grigare.

The marksman quickly moved to holster Fedeli, all the rounds missing from it, as he watched how the man reacted to the shot. Instead of dodging it or even moving, the man just bent over and two arms came off his back it seemed, the cloak finally flying off and revealing the man for what he was. A ten foot tall, eight armed creature clad in a magician's assistant outfit, comprised of black shoes and pants, and a white shirt. And the two arms he crossed in front of himself as he bent forward were covered in that thick barbed 'plating', which absorbed the bullet much more easily then limbs would have. Of course, Fedeli's rounds were made to pierce armor, so the man didn't just deflect the bullet. Instead Grigare leapt up and began to yell in pain as the dense metal round dug into his arm, causing him to hop around for a moment while Galles reached around his back and drew one of his other pistols.

Finally settled down, Grigare glared down at Galles while the Marksman glared over at Allen very quickly. The pain in his stomach from the lariat was all Galles needed to tell him the next time someone huge stepped in his path, Allen was dealing with it.
Ovae Sevault Dachrinne • Doctor/Weapon Specialist • This Man's A Doctor • No IdeaBounty: ::beli:: 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 77 • Beli: ::beli:: 16,700,000 • Location: God Only Knows.

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With Bya running up the stairs to the open air, and Nemo close behind his bag firmly in one hand and the chain in the other. he looks over his shoulder to see who is following and shure enough the mime is close behind, he then spotted zark and had to laugh as he got up in pain and chased after the Nemo, with obvious problems as he had his hand firmly on his back and with a I’m gonna kill that weirdie look on his face. Nemo just laughed out loud while as he turned to face the way he was running, he yelled. “Hay propeller face what’s next you gonna pull a couple of hankies out of that pocket of yours and beat me with‘em.” He continued to laugh all the way up the stairs. When all of a sudden out on the deck a loud, almost deafening, bang crashed. Nemo jumped in surprise but didn’t miss a step as he came down and continued up the stairs.

As Nemo reached the door clutching his chest. He looked down then spotted bya beside the door, poised and ready for attack just in case nemo was in trouble. he then yelled out. “what happened did world war 2 just st….” as Nemo then spotted the battle outside in shock he said. “oh shit maybe we should have stayed down there” He noticed Ben on the deck playing with his new dolly’s hair. Nemo laughed and looked down to Bya and said. “Oh look! How nice. aint it nice to see the joy of a young man and his little dollies hair. To bad were gonna break it before we leave.” As a large smile crosses bya’s face, teeth fully showing. “But you do know buddy, it sure would be funny to send that boy to Momoiro Island.” when he and bya then put there backs to the wall on oppisite ends of the door, just in time for the mime to come out of the door. Nemo then got the chain ready and Bya got ready for a little surprise attack just in time to hear Zark running up the stairs out towards the door when Nemo then sees a hint of Zarks foot coming out he swings the chain as hard as he could with both hands straight at old propeller faces gut, while Bya swipes full strength claws unsheathed right for the mans legs.
Nemo • Shipwright • Carpenter • Artisan Pirates • Bounty: 12,750,000 • SD Earned: 110 • Beli: 28,700,000 • Location: Rust Pit Island grand line
Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35
Kintaro O’Darby • Ensign • scientist • Divisionless • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 7 • Beli: 2,200,000 • Location: swift breeze south blue .
Strength: 5 Speed: 14 Stamina: 13 Accuracy: 7 Fortune: 9
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As Fran's yelling started, the Marine couldn't help but simply smirk at the man's childish replies to the blood that now stained his shirt. Then, Fran started moving, as he pulled out his harpoons and advanced upon the Lieutenant, knowing that he'd still get stabbed in the shoulder, he moved backward, still receiving the stabs to the shoulder but not as bad as the Pirate originally thought it would be.

Blood flowed out of the Marine's shoulders, though he could still move with almost a full range of motion. The Marine could no longer put his arms directly upward, but being a Crossbow wielder he wasn't devasted at the strike. He seemed to smirk, raising his crossbow up before something else caught his eye and he looked up to one of the buildings near them. His eyes widened, and said "Damn it" before rolling out of his spot and heading towards a wall to get out of the way.

A man who looked like a Viking in a way yellled out a battlecry on his descent from the rooftops, landing where the Marine had just moved from. Upon landing on the ground, the man looked around wildly, in a blood drive, before he spotted Fran and the Marine, and charging for the Marine first. Although, the Sharpshooter was starting to run, heading towards and past the Pirate.




As the Barber's razors went forward, the first slice went and cut a slice into the mime's clothes, before the horizontal slash cut a small gash into the man's skin. A trickle of blood started flowing out but the Mime wasn't giving up. The slashes in the air in front of him did somewhat phase him, but the mime waited for an opening, before swinging back his fist and ramming it towards the Barber with another one of his steps involved. After the punch, a kick would follow towards Benjie.

The Shipwright and his 'Pet' were dealing with Zark, and after seeing his Mime friend step over the chain up there, the man smirked, knowing what was going on there. The chain was flying towards the man, along with the pet was slashing its claws at the BodyBuilder. He smirked, moving out of the way of the chain though it did hit his face some, along with the claws of Bya along his legs. The Shipwright's fists did collide with the man's face, but he quickly recovered and sent a kick straight at the man to try and knock him back with his superior strength.




The piercing bolt that the Sniper sent out did indeed hit the Lt. Jr. in the head, going straight through the man's skull and going straight to his brain, killing him instantly. The Cyborg fell over backwards, landing on the port with a thud before blood started staining the wood on the port.

Unluckily for the Sniper, someone started coming out of the Marine ship who was... Unarmed? A Cabin Girl was walking out, and by the looks of it she was no older than ten or eleven, and was full of energy. She didn't seem to realize that the group of Ensigns and the Lt. Jr. were all dead, but still she spun around the pier with energy and thinking of the next game she would play at the Marine base.

After spinning around with the mop once more, the girl saw Clover, while somehow zoning out on who the corspe was beside her. "Oooooohhhh!!! The girl said, running over with her red hair flopping in the wind. When she arrived at Clover, she poked the Armor for a minute, before seeing the helmet on her head. "Ooooohhh!!! Let's see who you are!!!" she said, setting the mop down, moving the iron net away from his face before taking hold of the helmet with both of her hands, before starting to yank on it, pulling it off of the man and exposing the face of Clover to the Marine.




"Thanks, Galles," Allen said, rolling his eyes slightly, before looking up to see an Iron-tipped cane heading straight for his face. Ducking under the stab, the Pirate was hit head on by a deck of cards from the Magician Max. The cards did nothing but bother the man's face and try to blind the man, though his sunglasses did help with not having the light reflect into his eyes.

After knocking the cards away, the Carpenter looked up to see Magical Max throwing something towards the Carpenter's face, something apple shaped. The Martial Artist's eyes widened, before he threw his arms up, the device exploding a foot away from the man. The armbands took most of the explosion, though some of the man's clothes got singed in the process.

As the explosion started to disperse and the smoke cleared, the Magician smirked thinking that the man had gotten killed within the blast, before starting to walk towards scene, before something flew out of the smoke. A leg was seen coming out, which was followed by a body, as Allen flew out, his foot colliding with Max's face before the man did a spin before regaining his balance, his hat getting knocked off in the process and falling in front of the two.

"I believe you're interrupting my show too much," Max said, twirling his cane in his hands before gripping it properly, and attempting a stab at the man, but was blocked by the steel armbands on the Captain's arms. "If you do not give up, I may just have to give the order to Grigare to kill your friend there." He smirked, taking his cane back before reaching into his coat again, pulling out another apple shaped bomb.

"Hey! Galles can handle himself quite easily against your... Whatever!" He yelled out, running towards Max again with his fist reared back. "Ultra Punch!" He said, his fist heading towards it before the opposing Captain ducked out of the way, his punch colliding with the smoke bomb that went off.

Smoke went off in their part of the pier, probably rolling over to Galles's and Grigare's fight as well. Allen looked around, trying to figure out where the other Captain went. The smoke was somewhat hard to look through, but before he could move, a cane flew straight for his head, missing it barely. But before it could pull back, Allen didn't want him to lose his only clue, so he grabbed the cane with both hands, before yanking hard on the cane, pulling Magical Max towards him.

"Great Kick!" The man said, aiming a kick at the man's ribs, and luckily with the man's lower strength and speed, the kick went directly through, hitting the man's ribs easily and after hearing the crack of bones, the Carpenter gave him a shove to the ground, as he fell down successfully.

"But, my Show must go on!" Magical Max yelled, swinging his cane around in an attempt to hit his opponent fully. His swings were useless though, and the smoke was just clearing more as the Martial Artist walked towards the man, now being able to be seen fully.

"You attacked my friends, and kidnapped Ben! I'm sorry but for that..." Allen started, raising his foot up to the Magician's eye level. "I won't forgive you for that!!! Great Kick!" The man yelled out, smashing his boot into the man's skull, as it was pushed back with some force, bouncing off of the pier, before he laid there, blood starting to flow out of the wound some.

Weak Captain of the Showman Pirates, down.
Edited by Drifter, Mar 24 2010, 03:24 PM.
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Despite Fran’s almost sure fire twin harpoon thrust on the marine’s shoulders, the marksman somehow was able to avoid a crucial blow. He slid away and managed to minimize the damage from a crippling injury to a large gash over his white marine shirt. The pirate was quite amazed at his opponent’s ability to have dodged despite the obvious lack of time to evade against the long spears. Although Fran had succeeded in drawing out blood, he wasn’t very happy that his opponent was able to best him.

Fran had assumed that the marine would quickly fire a bolt out of his crossbow. But to his amazement, the guy simple rolled out of the way. Fran followed the man until his eyes reached the backside of his head. Unfortunately, there was another combatant who joined the fray. And it would appear that the marine ran away due to this new arrival. The navigator turned around and found a large bulk man who dressed up like one of those Vikings.

The pirate had a troubled look on his face. A Viking? In this day and age, no, the more appropriate question would be, why in Davy Jones’ name would anyone want to be a smelly old Viking when you can choose to be an awesome pirate? Besides, doesn’t a Viking have the same job description as that of a pirate? Fran was just probably sceptical of an actual Viking in front of him.

For the most part, the bulky Viking was apparently not too happy to see the marine, which made Fran feel a bit relieved, to know that some mad, muscular guy with an overgrown axe wasn’t after him. The young pirate’s relief might have been premature, but at this stage, he’d be happy to simply slip out of the giant’s vision. Although, he was torn between running away and hanging around with the potential to further increase his bounty or at least Fran though he was getting one after this wild goose chase.

With the large an after the marine, Fran somewhat lowered his harpoon in a false sense of security. However, what the pink wearing pirate did not expect was that the marine marksman rushed to his direction. Caught off guard, the marine officer was able to make it past Fran without much trouble. As Fran stepped aside, he failed to notice the obvious bulk that came charging after the badly wounded.

Although Fran wasn’t the target of the Viking’s rampant tackle, the harpoon wielder was just that unlucky to be standing in the charger’s way. Fran was left with no other choice but to brace for impact. Collision nearly came instantaneously. The huge build of the Viking combined with the velocity he produced; Fran was flung away with a brutal bump that sent him crashing onto the stalls nearby. It was the usual, broken wooden planks, nails and a cart load of spoiled fruit and veggies. Fran groaned as he tried to remove his wedged butt from a bucket.

“Man… not again, I think I’ve asked this once before, what is it with wooden objects that keeps me from crashing into them?”

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Edited by Nary, Mar 28 2010, 10:24 PM.
Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' OsgraveArtisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line
Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55

Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51

Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33
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Dodging a punch wasn't hard for Ben, even if this Mime was good at finding an opening and taking that moment to strike. Well, in the first case, Ben hadn't really been doing anything, just slashing the air in front of him to keep the Mime back while he had to think about few things, more or less important ones that was. All Ben was worried about was that kick he saw coming.

Behind Ben was a crate that he would smash through, on the right side not far was the railing and sea on the other side, on the far left there was the other rail and the docks. Just a little bit back to the left there were the walrus guy and Nemo battling. Ben thought of this situation and about shush things that was Nemo's standing in his mind at the moment. Well, that standing was very fragile, for Ben hadn't really thought of the guy at all. Only thing that had crossed his mind that he at least looked like a moron and acted like an idiot. But seemed okay if you ignore those two factors.

Ben was grinning as he had in the mist of things not relating to a fight had gone through his head while he had progressed options of how to react to such a direct attack. Best way for Ben was to counter, immediately.

So, there they two stood, the Mime in a position of his foot extended to Ben's gut area, and Ben with his hands crossed in front of his stomach.. With the razors blades dig into the Mimes foots soul.

Dripping precious rubies, those blades of nothing less then iron, they moved so tenderly across the battle field, rushing up the shin and past the knee, thighs both got their part until one blade each left the tender touch of this mans shoulders and Ben stood behind that man.

His back to his, Ben stood there straight and strict. His razor strap hanging of the belt, dressed only in his vest and shirt, unaware of the location of his jacket he took the towel off his belt and cleaned the razors covered in blood of a man who now felt down with multiple wounds over his other leg and whole torso's front.

Ben then took the towel and dropped it covered blood on the dying mans face to hide that look of a man dying with surprise in his eye. He deserved a more honorable death Ben thought as he already was on the move for his next target.

A mime dead, a walrus going down next.

Benjamin Hurd • Crewhand • Barber • Artisan Pirates
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Strength: 11 Speed: 16 Stamina: 11 Accuracy: 20 Fortune: 20

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The fallen Lieutenant was a sight met with a smile beneath the metallic mask despite the grotesque of it all. A corpse with a bolt protruding from either side of the head was not for the faint hearted for sure, Clover proving she was not so weak willed and stared into the vacant eyes like an obsessive. It was satisfying to see a plan go so well, a tough shot nailing its mark, an opponent who had caused her the awkward problem and pain of the iron net was no longer a hassle. His legacy did live on because of the capturing device though; the sniper switching her attention to freeing herself for the time being.

She had fallen with her Crossbow for other reasons, not just to protect her front but also as a means of escape from the constricting metal. Unfortunately she had expended an entire clip of the group of deceased marines giving her the complex task of reloading whilst on her side. The clip had already ejected into her chest during the aftermath, a dull pain compared to the iron chains that pressed mercilessly into her arms and side; their effect only worsening as she fidgeted to dip a hand into her cloak and seek out the desired clip. Another Piercing bolt would do the trick surely if she lined the point against one of the links in the net and fired. From there she would have a breakout point and freedom. It just required time and lack of interference.

If only the world was so kind.

As the tips of her gloved fingers reached the clip, the sound of steps alerted her to the presence of another person appearing from a ship; she guessed the Marines vessel and began to edge her body around the point on the floor to grant a better view. Already she was imagining some high ranked officer who had held back during the combat, an opportunist’s smile and a raised pistol. Surviving the mess relied heavily on her ability to tilt and strike at the foe should he get in range, Clover considering using her legs to arc and kick whoever it was despite the obvious damage it would trigger from the iron net. A sacrifice she was willing to...

Thoughts of attack were dismissed when the markswoman saw the face of the lurker, not quite the long coated officer she imagined; instead a ditsy cabin girl who seemed so very out of place on the bloodied dock. Maybe she would use the broom to sweep away the dead like a good servant? The sniper lost her grim humour when the child took a sudden interest in her. The poke from the broom was unwelcome, the markswoman laying still despite the irritating prods from the shaft into her gut. Was she tormenting her? What kind of child was this sadistic? The fact that the child was willing to ignore the corpse of her superior only worried her further, Marines were supposed to be a close knit group who shared their justice morals according to her propaganda influenced view. Was this child some disturbed freak, out casted to a duty of cleaning but granted the right to break down prisoners in her spare time?

Not that she was a prisoner yet. Clover didn't entertain the notion, nor would she till it was undeniable. The cabin girl was still a child at the end of the day; Metal Eye was not going to be caught by a child. The sniper gritted her teeth, resisting the increasing urge to snap at the marine or groan at the pressure being applied by the iron net. She was waiting for the sweeper to get close enough for her trap to be sprung, but the broom was proving to be the perfect tool for delaying that. Eventually the girl was drawn closer, but for all the wrong reasons.

Clover recoiled from the redhead as she persisted with her set task, her freed hand having an easier time opening up the net covering her head. A blessing in disguise, the metal links would open up much easier now the top part was loose. But the pair of hands were quick to clasp around the sides of her helmet. The sniper was struggling to hold in the building urge to scream and shout at the cabin girl, instead making the task difficult by pushing back into the headgear. As the sweeper struggled, Clover acted.

On her back, she lifted her legs and backside upwards, pressing all her weight onto her upper-back before swinging the constricted legs down on top of the surprised cabin girl and slamming her against the dock floor. The child was confused by the sudden turn in events, though her grip had not weakened, off the helmet flew; stuttering to a halt a few paces away on the wooden deck. The Cabin girl noticed the emerald shade of the person's hair first, it glimmered as sunlight reflected from each strand and then her gaze lowered to the maddened eyes that stared into her own. Beneath the green scarf, the single remaining veil that preserved the lower half of her face from exposure, her expression rotated from shock, to surprise, to anger. Her pupils dilated. Hooks ejected.

There was a scream from the child, Clover watched at first but found the scenario she had forced too much even for her and closed her eyes. Only when the girl broke into breathless whimpers did she recoil the jagged hooks from the child, rolling back onto her front and ignoring the victim to the best of her abilities. It became a matter of retrieving her helmet now. Her heartbeat was faster than before, plagued by worry and fear that she would be exposed further should others turn up. She edged towards her desired item, trying to free herself of the net at the same time by scrambling out of the top. The pain it triggered with each movement was no longer important.

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Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • FioreRank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line

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Grigare's hopping had stopped a moment ago and the crab righted himself, stomping both feet firmly on the ground. He was obviously more pissed off then was probably healthy and Galles was having trouble not snickering. It was almost something close to cute to watch the confused crab react to pain like that. "Crooo~! Youuu! I'll crush you in my claws, you annoying little prawn!" the man declared, stomping again as he pointed three of his hands and fingers at Galles. Galles on his end was laughing at this point was laughing and snickering into his hand, holding the gun away from his face. It was hard to describe but this creature's mannerisms were just, well, extremely hard to describe as anything but hilarious. He and Fran might've gotten along well.

The crab seemed confused for a moment and then looked at his hands, then back to himself briefly. Then he turned around, looking in what appeared to be a circle and he even inched to the side to look under his feet. Galles, for his part, was slowly calming down and he stood back up straight. He had been so annoyed and tense that the crab's rather overzealous way of being had been kind of funny, he associated it somewhat with Fran's behavior...And he'd been around Boss for nearly a day after being alone for nearly a week. It wasn't -exactly- like he'd been in the company of high comedy anytime recently. Now however he was moving to get back into fighting stance, but the crab's confusion, well, confused him. "...What are you...doing?" he asked, shifting his hand to move it and point the gun towards Grigare. Who caught him off guard in a way.

The crab looked over at Galles blankly for a minute and tilted his head back and forth slowly, 'hrm'ing to himself in a bit of an oddball moment as two hands reached up. One to hold his chin, the other to scratch his head while the other two hung limply, pincer arms dangling. "I dunno...You were laughing at something and Maxwell-kun said I wasn't very good at making people laugh, Crooo~.." he said, still confused. Galles was positively dumbfounded, nearly smacking himself...Before light exploded in Grigare's eyes and he suddenly seemed to be absolutely thrilled. "Crooo~! Does that mean I can tell a joke?! Maxwell! Maxwell! I told a joke! I made someone laugh-" he said, turning to look at Maxwell-kun.

"I won't forgive you for that!!! Great Kick!"

Maxwell smashed into the dock and curled up in a slowly forming pool of blood, completely still now. Grigare's jaw dropped and tears began to fill his eyes as something clicked inside of him.

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Galles stared the entire time, looking at the crab as it seemed to fall apart and stay stuck while staring over at the fallen Maxwell. Had he gone into shock seeing his captain defeated? It wasn't like he had been that good of a guy, really...Kidnapping and all that, he seemed like a royal ass. Reaching behind his back, Galles let his guard down a moment as he holstered his gun and cupped his hand to his mouth, calling to Allen. "Hey Allen! Nice going! Go rescue Benjamin so we can get out of here and forget about these assholes." he said, lowering his hand. He didn't even really feel bad for the crab. Galles didn't see the shadow closing towards him at high speed until, well, it hit him. "SMASH!"

One hit, two hits, three hits, six hits...They all blurred into one massive punch that caught Galles full in the chest and send him spiraling back, crashing head first into a pile of boards that broke around him and even -still- he didn't stop, only skidding and then rolling to a stop on his side after going through another pair of crates and a pile of sails. Pain, that was all Galles felt. His sword was laying next to him but he couldn't even think to move, there was nothing but massive loads of pain piled atop pain. His chest wouldn't move and his arms felt funny, like someone had poked needles into them. Radiating out from six spots on his chest right below the ribs, he could feel the numbness slowly wearing off. And he sputtered out in pain, scrambling up onto his knees and crying out, nearly screaming, as he felt the pain in his arms suddenly spiral. Wood was sticking out of places in his body, he had a gash in the side of his head and what looked like another one on his biceps, thousands of tiny and slowly forming bruises and splinter marks...

"NEEDLE RAIN, CROOOO~!!!!" and this time Galles just reacted, he didn't even look as he swiped out and grabbed Sentiero, pushing himself backwards. He rolled again and the pain was intense, but he was pushing it out again. There was only a little blood, all of his injuries mostly either bone or muscle. The splinters were just, well, mostly annoying. He rolled onto his stomach again and started pushing himself up, wincing again. The pain was fading under the rushes he was feeling but it still hurt like a bitch to breathe. Finally he managed to get back to his feet and looked over at Grigare, who was knelt over the ground. Dust was everywhere. The pincers were covered in what looked like blood, but not Galles...The dust settled and Galles' eyes widened, the wood was splintered, cracked and in many cases pierced through, at the cost of a webwork of cracks in the poor crab's carapace. "Croo...Making fun of Maxwell-kun...Making fun of his dream..." the crab declared, standing up straight and turning to Galles with the most confidence he'd shown that evening, fisting his hands tightly enough to make loud, dramatic popping sounds.

"I won't forgive you until you're dead, Croo~!!!"

Galles sputtered again as he drew one foot back, firmly planting it onto the ground and sucking in a breath. There was no adrenaline, no rush of combat. On some level he knew he's insulted something dear to the man and he was in no joy. This wasn't the thrill of surviving he'd felt at Aokuchi, the terror on Gray or even the swagger on Bijotsu. It was, well, a -lot- of fucking pain and something else. "F-fuck...Ow, sorry kid...Didn't mean to insult your boss like that..." he said, Grigare's eyes still filled with oddly manly tears as the crab readied himself too. "Maxwell-kun will be avenged! I'll take all of you down for him!"
Ovae Sevault Dachrinne • Doctor/Weapon Specialist • This Man's A Doctor • No IdeaBounty: ::beli:: 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 77 • Beli: ::beli:: 16,700,000 • Location: God Only Knows.

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As Zark kicks at Nemo he ends up nailing him right in the gut, with enough force to send him back into the wall. Flying back he cringes and thinks to himself. Oh man that hurt. As he quickly glances over to Ben and thinks. Shit I wonder if Ben over there would like to switch opponents with me. Bya seeing an opening of surprise charges Zark’s back while he is distracted, bya swips his claws right up Zarks leg.

Nemo then coughed out in pain and laughed, as he looks directly at Zark who had turned to confront Bya. Nemo seeing this he quickly yells out while still laughing. “oh man! You call that a kick my best friends little sister kicks harder then that and she’s 13.” As Zark turns his attention back to him, Nemo just watches the evidence of anger crossing Zarks face. nemo just grins as the thought quickly runs through his mind. Perfect! Although this asshole may get stronger the madder he gets but he will also get a lot sloppier in his fighting style. As he finishes with out missing a beat by saying “So what’s your excuse? You just lift feathers all day… oh no I got it all those muscles are inflatable right. That’s it, isn’t it.”

As Nemo said this, the pissed off Zark charged him fully intending to crush Nemo’s skull between his fist and the wooden wall, then swung right for his head. Nemo seeing this smiles as he then quickly rolled to the right just in time, dodging out of the way. As he catches Bya’s eyes relaying the idea that we need to slow him down before we attempt to use the chain again. Bya smiles as Nemo then swings his leg right up into Zarks stomach, as Bya swipes down on his lower back with his claws out, both going more for speed in their attack then there strength this time. catching Zark in between there limbs.
Nemo • Shipwright • Carpenter • Artisan Pirates • Bounty: 12,750,000 • SD Earned: 110 • Beli: 28,700,000 • Location: Rust Pit Island grand line
Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35
Kintaro O’Darby • Ensign • scientist • Divisionless • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 7 • Beli: 2,200,000 • Location: swift breeze south blue .
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As the Pirate got stuck within the confines of a seemingly defenseless bucket, the Viking was still chasing after the Marine Sniper. The heavier-clothed man swung his axe wildly to try and hit the Sniper, though the Marine was just a little to fast for him. "You're not going to hit me!" The Marine said, dodging another swipe. "Although my friend over there might be more vulnerable to a strike..." The Marine called, dodging the enraged Viking and going behind a wall, just as the Viking started to look around.

His eyes fell on Fran before he charged, yelling his lungs out to do his battle-cry correctly. He swung his axe wildly on the run, thinking that if he swung it around enough, it might be able to cause the man more damage with each swing he used to 'charge' his arm up with.




Luckily for Clover, there were no more Marines coming out of the boat this time, she could take the time that was needed to get her helmet back on and get herself out of the net. Well, enough time before another Marine squad showed up to gather up any loose strings that were going to be coming there.




The Mime fell dead, as Ben ran away, leaving only the now severely pissed off Mustached man on board to duke it out against the three people, well, two people and a pet thing. Nemo and Bya's attacks were already starting to cut the Showman down to size, though he was certainly starting to get tired of the fighting. The wounds along his being bled being, and the last two hits knocked him to the ground.

With a groan, he stood back up, ready for one more round against the two adversaries. He wiped his mouth with his right hand, before rearing it back and swinging it quickly for a round house punch at Nemo, before raising his foot up for a swift kick to the Penger thingy. If he was going down, he was going down fighting.




As Allen's foot fell back to the pier, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath, looking at the man's body while blood started pooling around him. He felt bad for having to kill the guy, but still, he kidnapped part of his crew, and probably wouldn't have given Benjie back to them anyways. The Martial Artist was zoning out about this, before Galles's voice cut in:

"Hey Allen! Nice going! Go rescue Benjamin so we can get out of here and forget about these assholes."

Coming back into reality, Allen shook his head, before nodding. "I'm on i-" He called, looking over at Galles before seeing the Giant Fishman he was fighting starting to deliver a series of hits against the Marksman, before he got knocked back, and then Allen saw that the Crab Fishman had been punching the pier as well as Galles, probably due to the fact that his Captain had just died, and maybe Galles had said something to upset him as well?

Either way, the Carpenter had to get over to the boat that still had Benjie on it, then they all had to get the hell outta there. Although, the Fishman in the way would probably be a little bit of a problem when trying to get to the boat. Looking around, the Captain found a way around them: A rope hanging from a beam over their heads that was most likely used to get crates and boxes on and off of Merchant ships. Taking a few steps, Allen grabbed onto it, making sure it was secure, before jumping onto it, sending him around the Fishman and Galles and onto the other side of the pier.

Letting go of it, the Martial Artist took off towards the Showman Ship, trying to get around it. Although, bad news for him, as he was now having to avoid Gun bullets that were being shot at by the Marines that were still trying to take down the Scythe wielder just outside the Showman ship again. "Ben!" He called up to the ship, having a bullet come and graze his shoulder, a small bit of blood coming out of the wound.

[OOC: Fail post, I know, and I apologize.]
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“Left, right, left, right... egrhhhhhhhh... just a little moar!!!!”

Fran struggled to quickly unwedge his buttocks from the unforgiving mouth of the horrid beast known as the wooden bucket. With each movement the afro pirate tried, the bucket would retaliate by pressuring tightness around the pirate’s vulnerable bottom. Fran heaved, groaned and heaved some more and inched his way to freedom. Sweet freedom was just inches away and Fran could clearly feel the pressure sag off bit by bit. Yes, patience and hard work can’t go unrewarded, or so did Fran thought. What he didn’t count on actually was for the axe-wielding Viking to turn around and name him as his new target.

If dumb luck was ever in need of personification, Fran would have to be one of the best candidates there is across the Grand Line and beyond. The unlucky pirate had just about a quarter of a second to decided on what to do: Drop the bucket for now and evade the impending attack or waive the Viking off as a figment of his imagination. It was a no brainer; however, Fran did consider getting his ass out of the bucket first then deal with the hooligan.

As the large man drew closer toward the pirate, his butt wasn’t going to be freed any time soon. He tried desperately to squirm it out but still to no avail. Fran had no other choice but to leave the wooden bucket stuck for the time being. “Seriously, what do I need to do to get some respect around here?” Quite frankly, Fran would need a while lot of zeros added to his bounty poster before he’d see anyone bow down to him. And even then, there still might be a handful of people who’d disrespect him.

If the brute was so easily swayed by the bloodied marine’s words, then maybe Fran could do the same. “Hey, Mr. Mighty Axe, don’t come after me, that guy over there is a marine! So cleave him in half and not me!!!” Fran was pretty sure that the dumb oaf would buy his words and turn back to the fleeing marine officer. But alas, luck has once again forsaken Fran to rot in the depths of the mortal realm. Well it might have been in Fran’s best interest not to count on luck too much, if he wants to become someone great in the not so distant future.

Once the Viking had lunged forward, the pink wearing pirate simply had to hop to the side to easily avoid the simplistic attack. The oversized man went crashing to the ground all together. Piles upon piles of broken concrete and wood laid waste under the huge fellow’s wake. And in all the commotion, Fran actually popped the bucket off his ass. Sweet freedom, and now that there wasn’t anything that obstructed his movements, Fran C. Osgrave was back in business.

A wild smile yet again erupted on his face as he though on how he’d skewer the enormous beast-like fellow with his twin harpoons. Fran was so enthralled that he forgot about the crossbow wielding marine that peeked through the corner of the alley. His long-ranged weapon was aimed carefully, bolt loaded and his finger hovered over the trigger. He snickered as he finally pulled the trigger. The bolt flew swiftly and pierced Fran on his right thigh.

“EUrGh!”

Fran felt a foreign object bite into his flesh. He looked down and found a steel bolt sticking out from his limb. The projectile didn’t penetrate deep enough, which was a good thing as Fran quickly plucked the bolt out. He turned around enraged by the marine’s unsightly tactics. Fran once again held out both harpoons as he rushed to the marine’s location. Despite the obvious decrease on the pirate’s speed due to the wound inflicted by the crossbow, he was still quick enough to have reached the marine officer before he could run away. It would be a big problem if this guy called for back-up so Fran swung one of his harpoons low enough to trip the marine’s legs.

“You’re not going anywhere bub!”
Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' OsgraveArtisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line
Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55

Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51

Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33
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((Skipping Wayne this round.))

For putting her through this, he'd pay.

Clover was a hateful person because of her upbringing. Denied an ordinary life and abandoned on the streets of Osula with an ill mother by an unknown father, the culprit of her own downfall and loss of only living relative left much for her to hate. Why focus such rage inwardly on one's self when there was a whole world to dislike, she was pessimism at its finest despite the fortunate means of her survival. It was moments like these that urged a manifestation of hate, though its target was far more random then usual.

Not the deceased marine who had trapped her in a net, even if she planned to kick the corpse once free. Nor the fading child who had opened her identity to the world in youthful curiosity; she had been a benefit in some respects by providing an escape route from the net. Allen was not the focus either, even if his poor decisions had led to this moment. Or Galles for knowing the idiot, he was far too... The focus was instead on the bounty hunter she knew. The one who had abandoned her, who had caused all the events that had transpired thus far to this point by not turning up two hours later.

That bastard. When she found him...

The sniper grunted as she freed her arm from the top of the net, a whole minute of pulling the limb up through the constricting metal had followed after worming her shoulders out. The cabin girl had been so careless in her curiosity, providing an opportunity to escape like that. No need to shoot through the joints of the chains and risk the aftermath of recoil in close proximity; but struggling around on the rough material wasn't exactly up there on the painless scale. One arm free, the other slipped out with ease. The markswoman lifted her front, bending her knees and pulling herself out from the net. She dared not stand, staying crouched as she paused. Teeth clenched, eyes closed, pain radiating from her arms and back that had suffered the most.

"...Bastard." She growled at the dead lieutenant. His eternal response was a blank stair and gaping jaw, bolt protruding from the mouth. She didn't grace the cabin girl with a look, or any of the other marines who had fallen. Clover was drawn straight to her discarded helmet.

She pounced on it like prey; hiding her dirtied emerald locks and pale features beneath its iron casing. It got stuffier, her senses dulled as she grew used to the metal walls that were necessary for preserving her identity. An identity that could only be preserved by ending the suffering child before she blabbed about it. Wearily the sniper picked up her crossbow. She was empty. A hand entered the realm of her cloak to retrieve the clip required to end her problems. But she was hesitant. She dared not look at the child. The markswoman was unsure.

Footsteps against the wooden docks sprung her from the surreal moment of doubt, Clover latching onto the excuse and darted away from the scene. The girl would blab and the dead lieutenant had gone unkicked but she didn't care so much, both actions would take some time no matter how fast she performed them. The cybernetic legs bent and sprung, sending her over the side of a travellers vessel. And in that time she would have been spotted by what was probably reinforcements. The slaughter would distract them at least. She jumped again on the deck of the boat, flying over the edge of the crow's nest and landing in it. From there she could observe everything.

Picking out the pirates was no problem. They were at the center of chaos, a series of fights taking place behind a ship that stood out from the rest. Cannonballs rolled and a crate had been dropped onto it, a few figures she didn't recognise were fighting there. Her eyes drifted to the figure of Allen who had just climbed onto the vessel. Why was he still alive? His bad planning should have... the various marines who had caught up with them were out numbered by the pirates it seemed, a series of minor skirmishes standing between her and the pirate ship. But none of them were important, no, only one...

"...There." Clover mumbled to herself. The brown haired crush was fighting some crab creature; a Fishman? She wasn't so sure but it didn't matter as long as he beat it. The silent cheerleader led her group of one in mental praise for the man rather then intervening at the great range with her crossbow. What if she accidentally hit Galles? She rarely doubted her skills but whenever looking at him... she wasn't good enough? Confused, Clover turned her eyes to the floor. Some ship-hand was shouting at her to stop trespassing. She was being useless. She wasn't useless!

But she needed to prove that. How? Galles acted because he wanted to save his friends... if she saved his friends then he would... but Allen was doing that. If she shot Allen, she could claim she saved him from an unknown bow user and his other friends; taking all the credit and l-... but she didn't know who his other friends were. Which one was Ben? She wasn't sure... "Ah!" The Marksman gasped. Not all his friends were there. Fran had nobly sacrificed himself earlier, if she saved the crybaby would Galles...

Clover turned around to look towards the town. Packs of marines were beginning to appear from the streets and head into the dock; the useless Fran wouldn't stand a chance of being united with his crew if left to his own devices. And Galles would be sad then. That couldn't happen. So she would save him. Then Galles would be happy. With her.

The heckler's shouts turned to shock as the cloaked figure jumped from the crows nest, landing on the deck next to him before launching away again. The sniper had already plot her path back to the town from the birds-eye view; she remembered the path and sprung from ship to ship, dodging the marine parties who were examining her previous exploits before heading towards the fight scene. Clover moved in the opposite direction, landing on a roof at the edge of the town. She paused, looking at the dock once more, then ahead. She would find Fran, rescue him and make Galles happy.

Then everything would be perfect.
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • FioreRank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line

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Galles and Grigare stood facing each other, both attentions focused exclusively on the foe in front of them. Galles was a little worse for wear, but he was standing. He had drawn up Sentiero to his side, flicking it a little and putting his feet down firmly, drawing the shortsword up in front of him in his rather typical fencing stance. Grigare joined the duelist in assuming a stance, hunching over in a manner similar to a football player and covering his face with his top most arms, the thick layer of barbs and carapace protecting him from the blows that would come. Galles had no need for his pistols, he couldn't shoot the crab. Every bullet was absorbed into the thick armoring. He had to go with the twisting fencing stabs...Even though they were far from efficient.

This opponent was weak in all the areas that Galles excelled. Slow, imprecise and easily distracted. But he had strength to his credit and between his arm, size and limb advantage, Galles was having a time finding an opening he could exploit.

Taking a deep breath, Galles steadied himself. He was wounded though not enough to really kill him, the main problem was the sheer amount of wounds. Cuts from wood and scraps from stone, splinters covering him. He was bleeding in small amounts, but everything was painful. The main problem was his arms...They were scratched up the worst. Shaking his head now, Galles steadied his stance and moved one foot forward, moving to lunge at Grigare while the Crab move forward as well. In an explosion of movement, Galles sword suddenly shot forward and Grigare's two pincer arms came down as well, the motions blurring.

"Tempesta!" "Needle Rain!"

The end of the dock exploded in ferocious clashing. Galles moved with the blows, his focus deepening as he forced strike after strike out of his limbs. But Grigare has numbers on his side. He pushed his arms infront of himself and blocked with their plating, using his pincers to blindly rain down blows in front of him. Galles twisted his blade and slide between a joining of arms and heard a pained grunt from Grigare, but was rapidly forced to abandon his position when a pincer smashed into his sword, knocking him and it back and down. The movement cut Grigare's arm a little, but it was far from serious. When the crab unfurled his arms, he had a cut across his cheek and a little blood on his arm. Galles had been grazed mostly, using his advantage of actually being able to see to dodge the blows as they rained.

The dock was kicked up around them nicely. Blows had scattered around so much debris and wreckage that there was little foot room to work with. Instead, both men were standing on destruction. Galles had found a perch on a piece of wrecked crate and part of what appeared to be a winch while Grigare was standing firmly on several splintered boards. Grigare shifted now, 'Crooo~' ing softly as he suddenly dropped off his feet, instead pushing his hands down on the ground. All six of them actually. His feet pulled into the air, legs aloft...He resembled an actual crab for once. And surprisingly dexterous with it, too.

His hands pushed forward and his pincers moved, smashing at Galles with speed. The marksman twisted Sentiero to the side to catch one and pushed back off the other one, but the crab was smart. He clenched down on the sword and it yanked from Galles grasp, disrupting the man's balance as well. He tumbled back into a pile of boards and groaned as he hit his head...His eyes blanked out briefly, the impact causing his vision to darken and he briefly heard a muffled 'Croo~' before something smashed into the ground beside him. He couldn't focus on sensation anymore. His head was the only part of him that was actually receptive to input and it was screaming pain and blackness.

When his eyes re-focused, he realized that what had hit him was a section of crate that had previously been near Grigare. Sitting up slowly, Galles' eyes refocused and unfocused several times as he pushed himself to his feet, groaning loudly again as he felt a trickle of blood leak down the side of his face...The crab was gone? Had he gone to tend to that 'Captain' of his? Galles lurched forward as his vision blurred again, an ache taking over his head. He had been hit pretty hard...That's when he noticed how dark the area had become. A cloud? Whatever it was, it was widening-

He looked up almost reflexively. Grigare was falling at him with tremendous speed, his back turned to Galles to catch him on the hard barbs. It took all of Galles concentration to scramble forward, leaping behind another pile of crates and wreckage just in time to escape the crab's descent. The impact sent a tremendous cloud of dust billowing up into the air and it also sent wreckage from the blast flying out, making it look like a bomb or cannonball had just been fired. Galles reacted more then thought, his reflexes accounting for his new abilities and he'd activated his springs, sending himself far higher into the air then he intended. He didn't even realize he sent himself onto a building until he landed on the roof, crashing and rolling onto his side.

Groaning, he pushed himself forward and tried to sit up, but found it was getting harder to move. His arms were bleeding again and he had more wounds, this time splinters piercing skin from force. And just as he was getting to his feet, he heard a blast of force and the crab screaming out "The Big One!", pushing himself into the air again. He had turned as he pushed off, turning him onto his back and aiming himself at Galles.

The duelist stood now, groaning as he focused on a plan. Any plan. But nothing came. The crab would keep coming at him and coming at him. But instead of panicking, his mind seemed to calm down. His feet turned and he once more found himself confronted with his eternal option of stand and deliver. He focused on his powers, feeling the sensation wind through his body. The pain of the wounds only magnified as parts of his body coiled and tensed, winding themselves into the shape of springs but he welcomed it. Instead of blocking it out, Galles focused on it. He didn't let it stop him.

Kicking off into the air, Galles continued to concentrate on his body and pain. Forcing the devil fruit to work deeper, more intricately. His shoulders first, winding into fleshy springs. Then his elbows. Wrists. And then his hips. His knees. His ankles...He and Grigare were on a collision course, but Galles didn't stop. Instead, he pushed his body. His arms raised up, palms first and his feet did too, bracing himself as he hit Grigare. The impact, as expected, hurt like a bitch. Smashing limbs into hard crust would've hurt anyway, but the barbs dug into his flesh hard. But once more, he focused on it. He'd never really trained his body to withstand pain, always focusing on avoiding it with his reflexes and mind. He'd found more and more however that this style didn't always quite effectively work...

Instead, he just moved. Using those reflexes, Galles immediately pushed himself to the side and slid across Grigare's shell, cutting up his hands but eventually ending up able to grab onto the Crabman's arm and pull himself so that he was atop Grigare, falling above him. The crab was momentarily distracted by the man's presence and the springs on his body...But Galles didn't give him time to react. Hand over face. Hand over chest. Foot over waist. Foot over leg. Four points of contact. Magnified by Galles own strength and the impact against Grigare. The springs were tight with tension and power.

Tension Galles was only too happy to release.

The slammed all at once. First shoulder and hips released, sending force to the elbows and knees. Transferred from there and amplified into the wrists and ankles, finally extending into the hands and causing each blow to connect nearly at the same time. The result was just as impressive as it seemed. Galles impacted Grigare so hard that the crab blurred, screaming out in pain and 'Croooooooooo!!!' ing as he smashed into the ground so hard that he cratered it. And Galles went soaring upwards, the impact sending a small ring of blood carried by force around the two men. Grigare crumpled as soon as he hit, even his shell unable to absorb so much damage and Galles twisted in mid-air, landing with a thud atop a nearby crane and the crates it was holding...

And collapsing, gasping and panting for breath as he whimpered and pulled his hands under himself. His fingers wouldn't move anymore, bleeding wounds from the barbs only magnified by the intense force. And his feet, he'd literally blown through the bottoms of his shoes...The leather padding and arch fluttered in the wind aimlessly, falling to earth. There was nothing to focus the pain on anymore and the pain came back full force. "Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!" he nearly screamed, gripping down hard on the more pained of his two hands. They were literally a bloody mess and he laid there atop those crates, holding his wounds tight. He had to get down, but he couldn't even remember which direction was down...

His head was clouded and foggy with pain and weakness, not to mention his entire body just wanted to stop. He was in little danger of dying except perhaps by blood loss if he didn't start clotting soon, but his hands were more or less useless for the time being...The skin and muscles had been hit by the backlash of the force he'd used. And they were not receptive to movement, never mind the injuries to his feet. The ball of each foot had a bruise and gash on it, the toes were curled back and it looked like one of his arches was a bruised. Never minding as well the numbing blasts of pain from both limbs on contact. Grigare was in worse condition, but Galles had paid the cost for that victory. "Son of a bitch..." he called out, turning over onto his side and then on his back, looking up into the sky with a pained groan after his cursing.

It looked like he still had a way to go to be able to fly like he wanted. He'd used his power too much...Already he was relying on it. And that had cost him.
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As the bloody Zark drops, nemo gets back up to his feet. Turning he looks directly over to bya as they look at each other. Nemo smiles in a lets finish this here and now type of look, as bya gives the impression of are we gonna kill him? Nemo smiles with a evil grin stretching from ear to ear and just sakes his head no. When he turns his head, he sees Zark’s fist heading straight toward the dead center of his chest as Nemo thinks oh shit this is gonna hurt. As Zark hits Nemo square in the chest knocking him back on his ass and strikes Bya right in his shoulder making him growl out in pain as he rolls back. When Nemo looks up he looks over to Bya with a I think I just got kicked by a mule look. Bya just looked back with the impression of, you think you got the mule you should have been on my end. Nemo then looks back to Zark and moaned out in pain then blurting out. “Now that’s a low blow uuuu…. Even if you are punching with those feathers you call arms.”

Nemo got up holding his chest he then noticed ,that horn dog, Ben heading there way. Nemo then looked directly at Zark and said. “Ok lets finish this.” then he gripped the chain in hand and charged. Bya then rolled up onto his legs and roared as loud as he could when he to then charged Zark with a painful limp in his right front leg that he was ignoring. Zark seeing this, stood there poised to fight back anything they brought his way. Nemo then swung the chain right for Zark’s neck. Zark stepped back to avoid the attack and blocked with his arm to keep it from his neck instantly breaking his arm. Bya then slashes his claws right into Zark’s akelise tendon on his left leg, dropping Zark instantly to the ground. Seeing this nemo smiles with an almost other worldly evil smile and says. “This is for what you did to me and bya.” as he slams the chain down in the middle of Zarks back a couple of times till he knows his spine is permanently broke paralyzing him for life.

Nemo then calls to Bya “Its time for Amy.” As they both walk to the unconscious girl, with pure fury in there eyes.
Edited by gonzo v. nemo, Apr 13 2010, 06:56 PM.
Nemo • Shipwright • Carpenter • Artisan Pirates • Bounty: 12,750,000 • SD Earned: 110 • Beli: 28,700,000 • Location: Rust Pit Island grand line
Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35
Kintaro O’Darby • Ensign • scientist • Divisionless • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 7 • Beli: 2,200,000 • Location: swift breeze south blue .
Strength: 5 Speed: 14 Stamina: 13 Accuracy: 7 Fortune: 9
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Ben stood silent, like when you honor somebody who has passed away. His eyes seemed to be set on the crippled corpse of this Showman Walrus, but the silence Ben was holding was not for him. Ben didn't hear what Nemo was saying next to him, and even the sounds of fired guns seemed distance. In what some might call blissful ignorance of not knowing what was going on off the borders of this ship, Ben was hurting. He had no knowledge of his friends location or of their existence at all. Thinking about the marines, Ben was sure that Fran had done something idiotic again.. Maybe the freaking stupid afro-man walked straight into a marine base and started to pick a fight when seeing so many marines.

“Its time for Amy.” - Not so much the words themselves, but the echo that they made, the feeling they emitted was what snapped Ben back to the reality of life for a moment. A moment of anger and frustration through such a hard day of getting ones ass handed to himself. Ben stood behind the cat and the carpenter with a flame in his eye.

!POW! & !BANG!

Ben looked down in shame to the carpenter and cat, large bumps on each ones head and bloody face as they were totally and utterly decked against the wood while Ben cracked his knuckles to deal other shots if needed. Don't mess with Ben's women. Damn it.

Anyhow, soon after Ben had picked up the blissfully sleeping beauty of metallic arms now again sealed away from all those guns that didn't fit a lady, Ben looked down on the two guys whose wounds would've healed. "Be of some use and get this ship off the docks.." Explaining to them that the Artisan boat was a surely and utterly gone, for it had been attacked with fire arrows as long as Ben knew, had no point at all. Ben would do what was needed for this lady, find his apples, then get his friends and sail off this damned town with them. Even Fran could come along.

Ben could feel that his feet wouldn't keep up for long, and doing anything unnecessary would end up being a fatal mistake, so he just gave the carpenter a glare of burning hot fire, a glare of anger that came from outside, from all the influences of this horrid day of nothing but getting beaten up every fucking minute. Ben was about to burst out in flames as he walked towards the front of the ships deck and the elevated area. He took a look forward and down to the small troops of marines in small, scattered sections, all shooting at the ship. Were they trying to sink it with just some bullets Ben thought for a moment until he took a look down and saw the scythe wielding guy.

Just at that time Ben heard a familiar sound over the firing sounds, it was calling for him that sound. Ben took a quick look to its direction on the deck to realize it came from the ground level. Discipline and determination drove Ben to focus on the task at hand then to run at that calling voice, but he did yell out as he hoped off the ship and at the grim reaper wanna-be.

"There in a moment, Captain!"

Crunch, snap and a small pop. Those sounds heard out as the marines stopped shooting at a sudden appearance of a man wearing nothing but his pants, a suits vest and a white shirt under it with a razor strop and a small towel hanging off his belt. Maybe most disturbing was the source of the sounds, as Ben had landed on the grim reapers shoulders, cracking his back and seemingly popping off one of his shoulders from place, rough landing for the both of them. But that was not all of the spectacle. Like coming down from a throne, in elegance with a woman in his arms, Ben lowered as the grim reaper fell on his knees, and then to his face to the ground. Ben took only couple steps after feeling solid ground under his feet again. He was sure that anymore would make them fall off under him, and that wouldn't be a pretty sight.

The marines still disturbed, Ben couldn't help but to smile because of the little things. He was about to return honor to a lady, he had just been through yet another amazing adventure and soon to rejoined with his friend. Laying the woman down on the ground in front of him, Ben arched his back straight and grinned at the unpleasant feeling of his joints cracking a little.

"This woman is innocent of any crimes accused, she was a captive of Showman Pirates and tried to fight against them! Treat her well, for she is utterly shocked!" - This sudden announcement came out of Ben's mouth like it was rehearsed over and over again. Small details, small details.

His left foot was shaking as Ben continued on his boast, "Me and my friends will leave this isle in peace, and take this," While pointing on the ship with his thumb, Ben also took a breath. He was really fatigued, not so much in pain if you don't count the mind numbing hardship he had gone through the day. "This.. Ship with us.. Pff..And sail off in peace like already said.. OR.."

A picture says more then thousand words, but Ben holding up his razors, which with a small sound had opened, and with determinate face looked at the marines, who were only men of confusion in blue and white for Ben, this all.. It gave just one message even though the thousand words generated. He would fight them all even in his condition to get off this place with his friends.

[I see I've been moved to here now, though I would get my old spot on the next round if nobody minds. Now, Failure Post done, enjoy it. You leeches.]

Benjamin Hurd • Crewhand • Barber • Artisan Pirates
Bounty: 0 • SD: 31 • ::beli:: : 5,500,000 • L: Loguetown, East Blue

Strength: 11 Speed: 16 Stamina: 11 Accuracy: 20 Fortune: 20

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Fortunately for Fran, the Marine did get tripped up by the man's Harpoons and was sent into a tumble while trying to run. A somersault later, the Marine was laying on his back looking up at the sky for a moment, before twisting around to point his crossbow at the Pirate to a certain extent, since his arm injuries were causing him more and more pain while he moved. His arms pointed the Ranged weapon at the man still, eyes glaring as he bit his lip to hold back the pain that was going through him.

During this time, the Viking was getting out of his pile of rubble, although he was now starting to have difficulties having the energy to keep fighting for a while. He hefted his axe, glared at the back of Fran's figure, before charging, deciding to be smart-ish and getting within axe length, before giving out a blood curtling Viking scream that he used to not only get his blood pumping, but to also swing his axe down onto his right arm.




While Allen had originally been trying to get onto the Showman boat, one of the Marines had found him and he had to fight against him to get there. The Marine had a sword, though with Allen's arm guards he quickly had the advantage over the Ensign, as the man's blade couldn't get to the Captain's skin. The Ensign pulled his blade back to prepare for another swipe, before someone talking stopped the people in the area from fighting for a moment.

Ben, with Amy in his arms, fell not only on the skeletal scythe user that had been fighting in the fray near the ship, but he also forced the man to the ground by sitting on his shoulders, before he fell to the ground and the Barber regained his feet. He set the lady down onto the ground, claiming her to be innocent from any wrong doings that the Showman Pirates might accuse her of, then he started talking about how they were going to escape on the Ship near them to get out of the island.

But before he finished his statement for a moment, his razors were out of their places, ready to start slicing and dicing the Marines up more than likely. Allen grinned quickly just as the Marines they were fighting were starting to get ready to attack again. Just as the man he had been fighting gripped his sword for an attack, Allen's foot came up quickly, smashing into the man's stomach and lower part of his ribs.

"Great Kick!" The Artisan Captain yelled out, the Marine getting knocked back and falling into the waters surrounding the docks, before turning to face the few more Marines that were there at the moment. Two of the Ensigns were already going after Benjie, and the Skeleton Man that his Crewmate had stepped on began to move slightly, acting like he was starting to stand up.

Allen's smile fell for a moment, seeing the man. He headed towards the Scythe user, looking at him for a moment before jumping up slightly, his right foot going into the air. "Wood Splitter!! He cried, smashing his foot into the back of the man's head, pressing it into the top of the pier while fracturing the wood around it slightly. "Don't mess with my crew..." The Martial Artist said, before looking around the Pier.

The number of Marines they were fighting were dropping now, leaving only the two that were fighting Benjie and the two fighting the other Showman Pirate. Thinking quickly, he decided that going after the Showman Pirate with the Marines he was fighting was better since he figured hoped that Ben could take the two Marines he was taking on.

Dashing towards them, one of the Marines was in a little bit of a wrestling match with the Ticket Seller, but the other Marine had out a pistol, trying to shoot the Pirate. While he was focusing, he failed to listen to the movement around him, and as such was quickly hit in the back by a swift kick. "Great Kick!" Allen yelled, knocking the man back and having him trip onto the other two who were wrestling, causing some momentary chaos in the process of their fight.
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