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The After Dinner Payback
Topic Started: Aug 31 2011, 07:40 PM (1,726 Views)
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Leander's jaw dropped down to the ground in shock as Sawyer tore apart his most beloved ship, his teeth for a moment becoming jagged much like a shark in rage. "Sawyer! You're breaking the boat idiot!" And Leander had every right to yell as the mass of smoke which had become his arm flung the giant boulder off casually into the ocean which created a large wave which rocked the boat from the force of the collision as the boulder had struck. Even the new guy was protecting the ship, something which Leander hadn't anticipated. Well perhaps thinking Rel was protecting the ship was a bit too hopeful the kid was after all probably only protecting himself from death. That seemed to be a more believable circumstance.

Sawyer had went off on his own it seemed to deal with their attackers. With any person as strong as Sawyer was Leander wouldn't have been too worried about this, however Sawyer was a moron. A lovable moron with superhuman abilities he was indeed but still a moron. He'd have to follow after Sawyer soon as if their attackers were the cavemen he believed and they were all as strong as Bobo then Sawyer was indeed in trouble especially if there were many of them as he had no idea of their exact numbers. Turning to Rel, Leander grinned and extended out his hand which was just now turning back to normal as his arm reform solid after being smoke to catch the huge boulder. "Alright. My idiot chef is out there and possibly in danger... no wait scratch that knowing sawyer he IS in danger. Now I could use some help with this as these cavemen here that were being used as security for a evil fashion designer were pretty damn strong. So what i'm offering is a truce. You help me and I don't know i'll think of in some way this will benefit you. This fighting has to stop though as by now you probably realize that it'd take much more time and energy to beat me then you could invest and honestly it's annoying and I tend to crush things that annoy me." While in his offer of a truce he had no completely answered Rel's question he'd given enough details already that he was sure the kid could figure something out if he had a brain.
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The breaking of wooden crates with flimsy punches? Impressive. Those crates must of held something, so Rel had wondered why he simply ran through them (and thus destroying whatever supplies were within) rather than going around. It made much more sense, although Rel had come to the conclusion that the guy was a certified idiot. He was proved incorrect once again, however, as the dimwit ripped off one of their masts and simply launched it into the jungle. Only certified? This guy is the fucking guru of idiots... That aneurysm from earlier was coming back. His head hurt, and Rel suddenly felt the need to take out his anger on something or someone. Hastings was there, but he already knew how that would turn out. Attacking the smokeman was pointless, especially with his guard up. If the revolutionary wanted to take a good crack at him, it would have to be a complete surprise.

A crashing sound snapped him out of it. Oh, right, boulders. Devious plotting can sometimes make him space out. No more were headed their way for now, luckily. The other crewmate, the idiot, was nowhere to be seen though. Apparently he had ran off after throwing the mast, wanting to retrieve it. "There's obviously something out there, he's just going to get himself killed." Rel had no issue with Sawyer (aside from, you know, almost getting pounded in the face) and therefore had no reason to wish the man any harm upon him. He could obviously handle himself (and that mast) pretty well, but what about against what/whoever threw that boulder? If there was an ambush waiting for them, then Sawyer was about to be in deep shit. Before Rel could advance, Hastings began to briefly explain the situation. The mention of a fashion designer confused him at first, until he thought about it for a moment. So that's why there weren't any dinosaurs roaming around... While Rel had been exploring the jungle earlier, the eerie emptiness of it had disconcerted him, so at least he now knew the reason for the missing prehistoric beasts.

Rel gave a smirk and raised an eyebrow before shaking his enemy's hand. "A truce? I guess it's in my best interest for now. I'm doing it to save the dinosaurs, though. I don't need whatever 'benefits' you've got to offer, so you can shove it. The only reward a badass needs the satisfaction of victory." The inventor chuckled before jumping off of the ship and flicking a line of coins ahead of him. "Noro Noro Beam!" Rel purposefully used his dull coins, allowing the beam to slow them. This created a makeshift path that Rel could walk on, essentially letting him walk through the air. He was about to ask what the cavemen looked like, but decided to just continue onward, since that seemed like a pretty dumb question in retrospect. Rel had the element of surprise on his side, thanks to the fact that these cavemen had no idea who Rel was. If the Noro-user could sneak up on one of them, then it might make winning the battle easier. Before Hastings had informed him, Rel assumed the boulder-tosser to be a T-Rex or something of the sort. Instead, he would be dealing with an extremely strong human being, who apparently was strong enough to lug dinosaurs back to a factory for fashion or whatever. Rel was still beginning to formulate a plan, but one thing was for sure: I really don't want to get fucked in the face by a punch like that... If it could knock out a dinosaur, Rel didn't want to experience that.
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Sawyer sighed in relief as his feet finally stepped off of the burning hot sand and onto the refreshingly moist forest floor. Pushing some of the large leaves to the side, the chef began to take slow steps into the dense jungle. His eyes shot back and forth, searching for any sign of the missing mast. He had thrown the thing pretty hard, but with the all the vines and branches that draped over the forest, it couldn’t have gone too far. As Sawyer pressed on he made sure to be prepared for anything that sat around the next tree.

Then out of his peripheral vision, the birdman spotted the masts white sail. Sawyer was sure reluctant to find it too. Though he had lost bigger things in the past, it would’ve been embarrassing to come out empty handed. The dimwits original idea of being prepared for everything went completely out the window as he began to sprint towards the mast. With his impeccable speed, Sawyer was standing next to the mast in a mere few seconds. Kneeling over, the birdman grabbed onto the remains of the sail and began examining it. “Awh crap.” Sawyer muttered as his fingers poked through numerous holes in the sail.

As Sawyer scrutinized the ripped sail, his opponents began to sneak up behind him. One of the caveman grabbed a large branch from the ground and swiftly swung it down on Sawyers head. The branch snapped in half, but Sawyer barely seemed to notice. Rising from his knee’s and turning around, the chef found three confused looking cavemen staring at him."Yeah, imma bit thick headed." Sawyer said shaking splinters out of his hair. “Its da birdy! We kill him now!” One of the cavemen shouted. Sawyer didn’t bother waiting. He knew these guys were strong; strong enough to beat him for sure. Immediately the dimwit began scaling up a nearby tree as he yelled out “HELP!” too any nearby allies.
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Leander smiled as he watched Rel work his powers to create a false bridge though it was anyone's guess how long that structure would hold out. Leander had figured out Rel's powers for the most part by this point and knew their advantages as well as their limits, at least he thought he did. Who knew though really? The kid could always surprise him. Rubbing the back of his head with the palm of his right hand he grinned somewhat anxiously while watching Rel, turning his head from the left to the right a loud cracking noise coming out from his joints as his neck snapped in place. "Well yeah you have fun walking all the way there. I'll catch up to you. I'm a king with no throne, I walk alone."

Being his knees as he crouched down Leander kicked up off the ship cracking the boards as he launched off at full force to reach his top speed, his legs joining together in a powerful stream of smoke that propelled him through the air. He didn't even care about the damage at this point. Everyone else is breaking the damn ship, why cant I? Moving like a invisible blur he hurled himself in the direction he'd seen Sawyer heading off in, reaching the bird man in only a few seconds. Just like expected the chef had gotten himself stuck in a bad situation surrounded by 3 of the cavemen. Luckily they had no longer any desire to attack the ship as their new and total focus was upon the birdman himself. Dropping down like a white bat out hell Leander shot down face first toward the female caveman who happened to be the closest to Sawyer among the group. Turning his body in the reverse direction just before the moment of impact he turned his legs back into their solid physical form both held straight out as he rocketed hard toward the unaware cavewoman. Both of his feet struck her in the back of the head pummeling her face down into the mud as he shouted out triumphantly, "Imma bird motha fucka!" Turning to Sawyer grinning he continued "Sorry for stealing your line, I always wanted to try that out."

From under him Leander could feel the woman pressing to get back up. Her strength and stamina must have been as impressive as Bobo's had been as she seemed to shrug the attack off as merely a strong hit and nothing more when it would have potentially killed a normal man. Leander hopped off of her head as she rose nimbly performing a intricate flip to land right beside Sawyer, facing the cavemen and women who now were out to kill them. Landing in a fighting stance, legs and knees both bent at the ready for striking and quick movements he laughed hoping Rel would get here soon and keep his word to make this little problem a bit easier. "Alright Sawyer pick one and i'll handle the others. Let's take out the garbage."
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"Tch." Rel sneered as his enemy-turned-ally zoomed past in the form of smoke. He certainly didn't like being shown up in the spectrum of badassness, he simply wouldn't stand for it. Walking through the air on coins was definitely badass, but... How can I compete with flying? If Rel couldn't out-badass the bastard in travel-method, then he'd just have to make a flashier entrance. It would be hard to beat, but the strategist already came up with an idea. There appeared to be three of the cavemen surrounding Sawyer, one of which was kicked by Hastings. She brushed it off and was up again, just like that. Rel had only caught of glimpse of what they could do, and it was already obvious that the brutes were extremely strong and dense. Intelligent maybe? That was yet to be seen, although Rel doubted it. After getting just above the group, Rel stopped making the path of coins and jumped down. As he began his descent, the marksman flicked one of his coins at one of the cavemen, hitting him on top of the head. The coin didn't do much more than cause him to flinch, but that's all Rel wanted.

"Noro Noro Blind Bet!"

Two thin beams shot from Rel's fingers, each slowing the caveman's eyelids. "Ehhhh, why it go dark?" Rel didn't have much time before the effects would subside though, so Rel went right into his move. "Cash-Out!" He waited until he had just landed in front of his new opponent, and then unleashed the barrage of coins. The technique itself damaged the brute some, but that didn't matter much since it wasn't his reason for using it. The additional pushing force made the caveman stumble backward, further into the jungle. "I'll keep this one preoccupied." Rel proclaimed to his temporary comrades, using the same technique again in hopes of pushing his foe further back. Strength is only useful if you know how to use it. As long as I don't take too many hits, I should be fine... Rel firmly believed he could defeat the big lug with enough strategy. The plus side was that even if he couldn't, the devil fruit user could easily use his powers to keep the idiot at bay.

They weren't too far from their original position, although Rel had knocked him back enough so they were in a different area of sorts. They were in a grassy clearing, surrounded by tall trees and the sound of animals complaining about the disturbances. It was after the third Cash-Out that the caveman decided enough was enough. "Dat's it, me kill you now too!" The caveman was so angry, he felt the need to run over to one of the trees and rip it out of the ground. "Me gots a club!"

"THAT'S A FUCKING TREE. IT STILL HAS ROOTS AND EVERYTHING." Rel had dealt with so many idiots since coming to this island...couldn't he get a break for once? A vein was beginning to pulsate on his forehead, although Rel tried to ignore it. Rel was pretty good at self-control; unfortunately, there's only so much a single person can take, however.
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Sawyers nimble fingers dug their way into the cracks and holes of the tree he grappled onto. His bare feet pushed against the bark, trying to fight the immense power of gravity. Each foot that the birdman climbed higher into the tree brought louder and more menacing shouts from the caveman that sat below. “Just a little more.” He told himself with the growing concern of his tiring muscles. Luckily, a large branch jutted out just barely in arms reach. Reaching up, Sawyer’s sweat lubricated fingers wrapped around the branch. He had to concentrate immensely to make sure he didn’t slip, but nonetheless he was now in the position to pull himself up.

Then suddenly, a blurry image scurried along the branch Sawyer held tightly onto. Looking up, the birdman was surprised by the adorable creature that sat over head. “Awhhhh, you’re just an adorable little squirrel! I hope you don’t mind me climbing up your home lil’ guy.” The chef said in a high pitched voice. Apparently this squirrel did mind however, as it swiftly sank its sharp front teeth into the tips of Sawyer’s fingers. “OUCH!” the dimwit cried out as his fingers released in pain. Gravity immediately had its way with the young chef as it pulled him down till he slammed against the forest floor.

“Out of all the things that could bite me on a dinosaur infested island, it was a fucking squirrel.” Sawyer grumbled as he slowly picked himself off the ground. The drop had hurt, but luckily Leander had dropped by to protect the injured birdman from his assailants. “Yeah yeah, just give me a sec” Sawyer responded to his captain as he put his hands on his back and began to bend backwards. “Ah, there we go.” He added as a loud crack erupted from his back.

While Sawyer was busy cracking his back, Leander and Rel had already chosen their opponent. The only caveman that was left was the shortest among them, but to Sawyer, seemed to have the most muscles. Especially without a weapon, it was going to be an interesting battle for the buffoon. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to do much to the muscle cow of a caveman, Sawyer decided he just needed a distraction for the time being. “DISTRACTION!” Sawyer yelled out as he threw a clump of sand at the caveman’s eyes and began sprinting away. “Worked in kindergarten, still works now.” Sawyer laughed to himself.
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"Ah you're here finally. Took you long enough. Did you slow yourself on the way here?" Leander said obviously joking with a slight grin, making a remark about Rel's ability to slow things. It was a good sign that he was ready to make light jokes with the other man as Leander was more known for being a asshole to people on the first meeting unless they amused him in some way such as in the case of Sawyer's idiocy though women and children tended to be a exception to this. Leander had to surpress his laughter though as Rel began to assault the caveman with coins, how long would that take to have any effect at all on the brute? Rel's plan was obviously faltered to think simple coins would be very useful. Leander hoped the man had some other weapon than those weak things or else the fight would take forever.

Sawyer on the other hand was up to more idiotic tricks however unlike most other times this actually worked. Leander was at first stunned his eyes shooting wide when the birdman's opponent actually turned his head in the direction Sawyer had pointed out to them. He immediately calmed down from the shock though as it made a lot of sense really, Sawyer was about double their IQ he would be a genius compared to them. That was actually a scary thought really. Who could ever imagine what goes inside such people's heads all day? While Leander knew he probably wasn't the smartest person to ever exist he could at least claim he was fairly intelligent.

A fist heading toward him from his peripheral vision drew him back into focus as he dropped low under the massive arm . The force of the punch had caused the cave woman to turn her body around near completely. As he rose up now, her back exposed to him due to her inability to accurately control her own strength Leander had drew his arm back his palm thrusting out in a powerful blow to her lower back right upon the spinal column at full force. While to a normal man it might have snapped the bones crippling them seriously, to this beast of a woman it was nothing more then a light blow which sent her falling face forward into the mud. Getting back up like it was nothing Leander watched her in amazement.

He would have to go with fatal measures if he wanted this fight to be over quickly he now realized. His hand reaching down to his side he drew out his unique black diamond sword which seemed to harbor no light and cut down all that stood before it, a perfect blade to represent him. Producing the sword he stared her down for a moment before his leg's quickly evaporated into smoke once again to propel him forward at a intense speed his sword pulled back for the delivered thrust once he reached the giant woman. The blade sunk through her chest, between the bosom like butter, the tip jutting out from her back. There was a look of shock clear on her face as she looked down at him, his feet pressed firmly against her stomach for support as he hung from the sword now skewering her, blood running down to his hands.

There seemed to be no way at all that she would survive such a attack, but infact she did the only real notice she took from it was to say "owwy" looking down at the sword as if surprised it had hurt her. The captain was equally as surprised however, she should have been dead. "How the fuck...? You're this strong? No way..." The woman quickly backhanded him, his shock slowing his reactions so that he was knocked clear through the jungle smashing through several trees to land at a stone wall, a clear path of destruction showed the distance between the two of them. "You talks to much." She claimed, taking the sword from out of her chest and waving it around as if unsure of how to use a weapon, of course she wouldn't though as in her meaty hand the sword was nothing more then a small knife. His whole body hurt though, and blood was pouring down his forehead soaking the hair to his face. He had to think of something else clearly and soon.
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"Uraaaaaaaaaagh! Club Smash!" The name for his next move wasn't creative, although Rel had to admit that it suited the attack. There was nothing special about what the caveman was doing, aside from the fact that he was swinging around a tree like a baseball bat. The "bat" was raised above his head, just over Rel, casting a shadow on the inventor. "You've got to be shitting me..." Rel was almost one-hundred percent certain that the tree would kill him if it managed to crush him into the ground. He approximated that a body shot would damage his internal organs and break a couple bones, but that was nothing in comparison to what might happen if he were to be struck on top of his skull. Immediate death is what Rel assumed.

"Noro Noro Beam!" Rel slowed the tree as it made its descent, confusing the caveman as he tried to push the "bat," but with no luck. Finally giving up, the loin-clothed behemoth decided to forget the weapon and go straight for Rel. Wait a second... Because the tree was now providing him a cover of sorts, the caveman started crawling underneath it so he could grab at Rel. His devil fruit powers were just obtained, meaning Rel's slow duration didn't last very long. Knowing the time would run out, he quickly went back into the open by rolling to the right. Unfortunately for the caveman, he didn't have any knowledge of Rel's abilities. "Hey, get back 'ere joo teeny-" It was then that the slow ended, causing the tree to hit its original user in the back. It worked out perfectly for Rel, considering the tree kept its momentum at the time of when it was slowed, forcing the caveman to feel what it's like to be hit with his own strength.

For a split second, Rel thought he had gotten off easy and won the battle already. His thinking was too hopeful, however, as he heard the caveman begin to get up and rub his head. "That smartsted...where lid'l guy go?" "Noro Noro Slot Walking!" "Ehhhhhh?" Rel took the moment of confusion to use his coins as stair steps into the air, now above the giant idiot and aiming a finger at him. "Noro Noro-!" He was interrupted by the caveman throwing a large piece of wood, broken off of the tree that had just hit him. Rel couldn't take the shot thanks to the obscured line of sight, much to his frustration. A coin was flicked at the wood to break it even more, revealing that his opponent was no longer there. This wouldn't have been as frightening if it weren't for another shadow that loomed over Rel. "It can't be..." Rel spun himself around to see what was behind him, but there wasn't any time to react. The caveman struck Rel in the torso with both of his hands, clasped together so that he could literally spike the inventor.

How can a fatass like that move so fast...? Rel coughed up blood as he made impact with the ground, and he could already tell that a rib or two were broken. He could still move, although Rel was feeling sluggish after only one hit. His opponent was still in the air and incoming though, so Rel slid out of the way before he could get crushed again. I'm going to have to be more tactical... His powers and coins wouldn't be enough to keep this brute at bay. Rel decided that it was about time his prototypes get a test run.
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Dried out twigs and fresh foliage crushed under Sawyers bare feet as he jogged through the vast wilderness. His eyes scanned every plant and animal he passed, searching for something he could make a makeshift weapon out of. He needed something, anything that could give him the upper hand when fighting that juggernaut of a caveman. Vibrations suddenly shook through the forest floor, shaking through Sawyers legs and then up to his spine. The vibrations kept arising in a swift pattern; a new one arising quickly before the other one ended. Sawyer instantly knew where the vibrations were coming from…

Picking up pace, the birdman’s light jog turned to an all out sprint. He had hoped his sandy distraction would’ve preoccupied the caveman longer than this, but judging on the power of a vibration that each of the caveman’s steps made, he wasn’t far behind. Sawyer moved like a blur through the trees and bushes, but he could still feel his pursuer’s footsteps inching closer and closer. Looking over his shoulder, the dimwit got a quick glance of the enraged caveman no more than ten or twenty paces behind him. The chef simply couldn’t believe that someone who was so strong was also this fast. Sawyer turned his head back forward just in time to duck under a large branch. It was a close call that could’ve been the end of the birdman if he hadn’t reacted so quickly. Fortunately up ahead, Sawyer spotted an old tree, bent over and withered. With one large kick, Sawyer sent the dying tree falling towards the ground. Turning around, the chef carelessly jogged backwards so he could see the look on the caveman’s face when he’d run full force into the overturned tree.

“Oh Shit!” Sawyer exclaimed as he got a front row seat to the caveman charging through the tree like it was nothing. Immediately spinning back around, the chef started to fall forward but caught himself on the tips of his fingers, and began sprinting once again. He had no choice at this point. He needed to transform into his hybrid form in order to get the speed that he desperately needed. The birdman’s pace didn’t falter as the transformation took place. Feathers began to arise out of the pores of his skin. Talons replaced his hands and feet and soon a beak erupted from his nose as well. Sawyer instantly could feel the change. His legs pushed himself faster than before, and possibly faster than he had ever ran for that matter. Nevertheless, the caveman’s footsteps could still be heard from behind. Though he was no longer catching up on Sawyer, he was still keeping up with his speed. Turning his head towards the sky, the birdman looked for any exit routes. Unfortunately the thick forest canopy shattered any possible idea’s of escaping by flight.

The chef was about to lose hope that this chase would ever stop when he suddenly saw the signs of a clearing poking out a just a few hundred feet away. Pushing his muscles to the limit, Sawyer sprinted with all his might. Yet as slowed to a stop near the forests edge, Sawyer was flabbergasted to find that the clearing wasn’t a clearing at all; it was just where an enormous cliff met the forest. A few seconds later, the caveman was there as well, staring the birdman down. “Birdy fast, but me faster!” the brute said as he began to inch closer to Sawyer. Meanwhile a thousand things were racing through Sawyers head. He was in quite a pickle. His back was literally against the wall of the cliff and no strength in the world could bring this caveman down. Sawyer’s life began to flash before his eyes. He saw his birth. He saw his abandonment. But then, he saw something that he figured might help.

He remembered how as a child, when he was bullied his uncle would always tell him “Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words would never hurt you.” The birdman realized that the caveman was the complete opposite of the expression. Though nothing could hurt the brute, maybe Sawyer could use psychological warfare to get out of the situation in one piece. “Hey fatty!” Sawyer yelled out. Suddenly the caveman stopped closing in on Sawyer. “Me?” he asked perplexed, as he pointed a finger into his chest. “Yeah you! You’re so fat, you got more chins than a Chinese den-den book!” Sawyer retorted. At first by the saddening look on the caveman’s face, the dimwit thought his plan was working. But then as the caveman’s sad face began to turn into an enraged one, Sawyer realized that he might have just made a terrible mistake.

“Me is big boned! ME NOT FAT!” The brute roared. All the blood rushed out of Sawyers face as he stood frozen in fear. Sawyer’s muscles didn’t know how to react as he watched the caveman come charging at him. The birdman had to do something quick or else he was going to be crushed between the cliff and the caveman. At the last second, Sawyer pushed through his frightened state and jumped high up into the air. The caveman didn’t have enough time to react before he crashed head first into the cliff. “Haha yes!” Sawyer cheered from where he floated in the sky. Looking down, Sawyer saw that the caveman’s entire head was pressed into the rock wall. There was no way he would’ve been able to walk away if he had been hit. Just as Sawyer was about to leave, he could hear some rustling coming from the cliffs wall. He couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the caveman merely pull himself out of the cliff. “I guess they are pretty thick headed too.” The birdman mumbled to himself in shock that the brute had survived

Not wasting any time, Sawyer flapped his wings with immense force, breaking through the forests canopy and entering the open sky’s. Now he just had to find his way back to the ship. Little did he know, even though the run in with the cliff had hindered the caveman, he was not yet out for the count
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"Damn... you definetly don't hit like a woman" Leander coughed, struggling to get back to his feet as he rose unsteadily up off the ground. A small trail of blood moved down his brow dripping onto his eye, the liquid stinging just as much as the wound on his head. Taking the back of his hand he violently wiped his eye to try and remove it somehow though he doubted he had actually done so his eye stopped stinging as much soon after. Now back on his feet and energized again for the fight he watched her come at him swing the sword, her experience was limited to say the least as she swung it like a club rather then a actual blade. The sword passing through him easily as she had rushed into him, her movements were predictable and he easily avoided them by turning his body into smoke before each slash connected with him. He couldn't win a fight playing defensively though, he had left many boot prints on defender's asses and a few on his own to know they always got their asses kicked.

She however luckily left huge openings in her defense whenever she attacked, swinging too far out wide and drawing the sword back out just as wide. This was a perfect opportunity to get back his sword he knew, as he'd have to cut off her head to put her down for good. What else option was there left as apparently she no longer had need of a heart or lungs as those had been pierced by his earlier attack he was sure from his lessons as a doctor. Moving in close, ducking as she swung the sword across her chest harmlessly passing over him he stood back up performing a quick double punch to her arm and face, the first jab was sent out to her wrist mainly to weaken the hold on the weapon, the second was just meant as a quick blow suppose to hurt a lot. She brought the blade back around, he was ready yet again though, the captain making sure to revert to smoke as he performed a high kick knocking the sword up in the air away and out of her hand up into the sky.

The blade was coming back down now turning over and over as it plummeted, the cavewoman looking confused as to how he'd managed to get the weapon out from her grasp. He could potentially end this now though, while fighting her he'd gotten the idea to use his moku ball in a rather different way then normal. He could instead of throwing it as a long range weapon instead use it as a melee and slam it into a person. How much damage that could potentially do was astounding to him however he would also be prepared to go into smoke himself as there seemed to be a high likely hood of this backfiring on him.

The cavewoman was enraged now over the loss of the sword "I like sparklies. Me wants it back now" The giant beast of a woman shouted out as she attempted to wrap her arms around Hastings to give him the hug of death which would have surely crushed his bones had it connected from telling just how strong she was. Leander had instead though become smoke and reformed behind her, she seemed smart enough to realize what was now coming however as she exclaimed slowly and with some sense of fear "uh-oh". Lenader now had a small but powerful ball of swirling and highly condensed smoke formed within the palm of his left hand as he stood behind her grinning to whisper just high enough for her to hear "uh-oh indeed." Using the entire force his body could muster Leander had jumped up a small height so that he was now at a level height with her his palm holding the moku ball thrusting down as he slammed it down onto the back of her head, his raw force causing her to be smashed down into the ground even before the explosive power rocked through her body causing her eyes to roll over as most of her internal organs were shutdown or destroyed. The explosion that followed was much weaker then he'd expected, he hadn't needed to go intangible at all as it seemed to be a minor blast that had no effect on him however it did create a blast large enough to blow her deeper into the ground creating a crater around the area of impact. The sword now fell down perfectly in time right beside him, his hand clutching the hilt tightly freeing the blade from the earth. "I wonder how the others are doing?"


Nearby off the coast of Little Garden, a marine battle ship sailed on manned by captain Duke Devlin as well as several other lower ranking officers and many more regular soldiers. A den den mushi buzzed upon his deck, he hated the sound it was making as his feet were propped upon the desk while he reclined back taking a small nap. Flipping up over with a groan he answered the thing. "Yes? What the hell do you want?"
"It's me! Juan Claude Van Chice! These savage brutes came onto my lovely island and have run amok. You must get here soon. They're going to ruin everything."
Duke had no idea what this man was babbling on about but obviously it was important and he had a den den mushi set to pick up nearby marine vessels so that obviously meant he was associated with the marines if not the world government itself. He didn't like the guy though, he sounded weird and possibly gay. Yeah it was politically incorrect to assume someone's sexuality just because of how they spoke but the guy was really effeminate. "Alright tell me from the start. Who are you, who's attacking, and where are you?"
"It's me the fabulous Jaun claud you oaf! Don't make me repeat myself again you idiot, you're suppose to be here to protect me now get to it before Hastings does any more damage on Little Garden."
Click. The den den mushi call was cut short as Duke slammed the receiver shut. He had little tolerance for anyone let alone some snot nosed bitch who thought they could boss him around. At least though he'd now finally found his target, he'd been hunting for Hastings since the man had crossed over Reverse Mountain following the trail of destruction the pirate left in his wake. "Well Hastings look like I finally caught up to you, you're not escaping us this time."
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The tronc coins had been tested and were virtually perfect after much testing. The issue used to be that if the coins reached a certain velocity, then the springs would simply shoot off in random directions. I want to try my shark coins, but if the blades do what those springs used to do... Rel preferred to not have a steel blade lodged in his eye, so he felt very unsure about using them so soon, without the rigorous tests he normally runs on his inventions. Technically they were usable, although Rel still considered them to be in their trial state. If he wanted to beat the brute, however, then it would take more than his normal coins. If Rel could end this with one clean slice, he could finish with no resistance thanks to his devil fruit.

"Noro Noro Beam!" Just as the caveman landed, Rel tried to shoot him again. Luckily, the idiot was still recovering from the rough fall, only having enough time to look up as he was slowed by the pink photons. The caveman's throat was exposed as his head turned at a slug's pace to see what had happened. His reaction time is too slow to realize it, but he's already dead. A devilish grin spread across his face, elated that the damn lug would be killed momentarily. Rel quickly reached into his pouch and flicked shark coin, its target being the caveman's jugular. The coin flew straight and true, although it was rather anti-climatic at first because of the delayed reaction. Rel preferred this, however, because it would make the sudden gash of blood oh so much more dramatic. The time was up, and so would the life of the poor behemoth.

As time caught up, a strong force struck the caveman in the throat, causing him to stumble backwards and cough up blood. While it was satisfying to see the caveman spew blood from his mouth just as Rel had done moments before, this was extremely confusing and rather unsettling for Rel. "What the hell? His skin can't be that tough." This was unheard of to the inventor, and millions of explanations were already filling his head. Is he a cyborg? What if he has the skin of a dinosaur? Does he have a devil fruit ability of some sort? What if my blades are just that dull? There were so many possible answers, but there's only one way to find out for sure. "Cash-Out!" A barrage of coins were sent at the coughing caveman, although each one was lined with tiny steel blades. Rel had expected the shark coins to fail as the last one had, but his assumption was obviously wrong as each coin sliced his opponent and even stuck into his body. A couple of them were smacked away with a piece of wood the lug managed to get a hold of, but the majority of them hit their tubby mark.

"Eeeeeeoooooouch, stops dat! You makes me spit blood and cut me with tiny things. Now me gonna smash you better!"

"Noro Noro Toke!"

The caveman made a mad charge forward, which Rel knew was too fast for him to reasonably dodge. He could've attempted, but the chances of him not getting crushed would be slim. Instead, he took aim and shot a quick beam at the brute's foot. The caveman's advance was completely stopped due to his foot being slowed, causing him to flip over and face-plant into the dirt. This bought him a couple extra seconds to think, at least.

Why'd my shark coins work now, but not during the slow? I mean, he did cough up blood after being hit, so it did something. The only difference was that... A light bulb suddenly went off in his head, and Rel knew what the problem was. More accurately, he thought he knew what the problem was. He'd been proved wrong many a time today, so Rel wasn't feeling too sure about this either. As the caveman got up groggily and more pissed off than before, Rel decided to make his own mad dash toward him before there was any retaliation. I sure as hell hope this works...
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The hot humid air of Little Garden caressed its way around Sawyers frame as he flew. The feathers that covered him head to toe began to ruffle up with the wind. Along with the bugs, it was one of the only drawbacks Sawyer could see in flying. Nevertheless, nothing could beat flying in Sawyers opinion. Not only was it simply the fastest method of travel, but it was a great stress reliever for the young cook. That same air that blew bugs into his mouth and ruffled up his feathers had the magical affect of blowing all the worries off Sawyers back. And with the recent running and fighting, the last thing the birdman needed was more worries.

Sawyers vigilant eyes studied every detail of the forest that passed below him. With the lack of people situated on Little Garden, the chef didn’t even bother transforming into his full osprey form. The chance that a random roaming dinosaur might notice a half human, half osprey hybrid flying through the skies was on the bottom of the list of things Sawyer found important. For the time being, his major concern was just finding Leander again. Unfortunatly, the dimwit hadn’t paid much attention to where he was going during the chase that occurred just a few minutes earlier.

The sight of smoke caught Sawyers eye just before he passed overhead. The birdman’s flapping deterred as he slowly lowered himself to the ground. By the time the tips of his feet touched the ground, the chef had transformed completely back into his normal human form. “So how goes it?” Sawyer questioned towards his captain as he used his nimble fingers to massage his sore wrists. But before any response could be issued, Sawyer could hear some rustling coming from the forest behind him.

“Wahhh?!?!?” Sawyer gawked as he turned to see the caveman from earlier, charging out of the forest, covered in sweat and cuts. “Bawwww! Why don’t you die!!!” Sawyer cried out as the caveman continued to charge at him. Though he was upset at the situation, the chef still realized that whining wasn’t going to help at all. Digging his feet into the ground and leaning forward, Sawyer studied every aspect of his opponent. Noticing the large gash on the caveman’s forehead that was caused by his collision with the cliff, the birdman planned out his angle of attack. And just as the thug was about to reach him, the plan was enacted.

Ringing began to flow through Sawyers ears as soon as he shot his head forward, head butting the caveman right where the gash was located. The strike sent a flashing white light through Sawyers head, but as he finally opened his eyes again, he found the caveman sprawled out on the ground, with no signs of breathing. “Heydu see dat? I leik, hit him with my headers.” Sawyer babbled as he attempted to walk to Leander; which turned into more of just an awkward stumble. “Looky, his blood’s still on my heady” The dazed chef continued to babble as he wiped away some of the blood of his head with his fingers, and then placed the fingers in his mouth. “Oh wait… That’s my blood.” The chef added and then began to giggle profusely.
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That had been one close battle, he wasn't sure if even he would have been able to come out of a fight with all three without being completely exhausted or injured. It was lucky he had the others here to help. He wondered though how they were doing now though as he was finished fighting his own opponent, had they finished as quickly? It was possible but he doubted it, perhaps that was his own ego speaking however as he often put himself on a high pedestal above others, whether deserved or not. He knew this was a weakness of his, a god complex most logia users suffered from but he could in that regard not be completely controlled by it as he knew his own faults.

Sawyer now was coming over. That at least accounted for half of his question, though the other was yet undetermined. Though Rel was not a part of his crew, in fact he didn't even necessarily like the kid he didn't want to see him die. Leander wasn't into killing, unless it suited him to benefit from it, and there was nothing to gain from Rel dying. Hearing Sawyer talk about the injury to his head made him laugh lightly until it turned into a loud noise that resembled snorting. Such uncouth behavior however was not acceptable and he immediately covered his mouth with his free hand. His laughter somewhat under control now he smiled lightly "I think we have matching injuries." He said pushing back his hair to show a small gash on the top of his head still bleeding down a small trail.

Behind Leander though things weren't all as great as he'd first thought, from the small crater the female neanderthal was getting back up, her eyes returning back to focus as she slowly pushed herself up off the ground. Towering over Leander now as she glared down breathing heavily down he could almost feel the hatred pouring off of her as well as he noticed the fact that a large shadow had descended upon him. Holding the sword tightly in his grip he prepared himself. This was the final moment, he would strike her down in one blow. She had been merely lucky before to have survived that he convinced himself. He waited until he heard her roar of rage to act. Looking out from the corner of his eye to see her massive fist coming toward him as she attempted to slam him with a powerful right hook. Leander had spun around to his right side as well his body turning into smoke so that the blow passed through his head only for him to reform back into solid shape within her area of exposure. Using the momentum of his movement which was basic for martial artists to take advantage of he swung the blade around using her own power against her as well as his own to slash her across the abdomen a large torrent of blood gushing out from her as her internal organs which had rupture let loose their entire contents upon him and the ground.

The giant cavewoman was now set to collapse upon him, though with precise movements, speed, and show of strength he shot his left hand up high above him, palm out open. The unconcious and almost dead body of the cavewoman felt ontop of his hand where he now held her up high suspended over him. He'd won, and now was coated in blood for that victory. Victory meant nothing though when that meant he'd be washing the stains out of his clothes for months now. With a look of disgust he tossed the body casually with one hand off to the side. "Well... that was interesting."
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The caveman looked up, only to see Rel jumping up toward him. "Noro Noro D'Alembert!" The inventor's hand shot out and grasped the brute's throat, a combination of his own strength and the momentum he had built up allowing him to lift his prehistoric opponent off of the ground. Encasing his hand in noroma photons, they suddenly stopped moving due to the caveman being suspended in air. Rel let go and dropped back to the ground, watching the caveman hang just a couple feet above him. It looked very odd, since one would almost think he was being hung by a noose. "Me flying? What you do?" The caveman started flailing around, kicking and swinging his arms around, but there was no point. Until time was up, he wasn't going anywhere. Rel had half expected the guy to start choking, considering he slowed his neck, but he supposed it had something to do with the fact that he slowed the neck itself, and not the air flow that traveled through it. He didn't necessarily care though, because he already had a plan on how to finish him.

If my powers convert slicing attacks into blunt force, then I simply need to hit him where the noroma photons didn't affect him. Rel readied his shark coins and took aim, lining him his hand with the caveman's head. "Ante-Up." Rel fired two coins, finishing the foe as each pierced threw the eye-sockets and into his head. Rel couldn't see, obviously, but he assumed the shark coins lacerated whatever tiny brain was within the oversized noggin. "It's not like you needed it anyways." Rel joked with a smirk, the corpse causing the ground to shake for a moment as time caught up, allowing it to fall. Injured and victorious, Rel started to make his way back the way he had originally entered the jungle. It wasn't too hard to find his way back, given that he only needed to follow the crushed foliage from when he had managed to push the brute into the current area.

Not surprisingly, Rel found both Sawyer and Hastings, who he assumed had won their respective battles as well. It was a bit odd to find them covered in blood (Sawyer not so much, though Hastings was literally drenched in blood), while Rel's appearance wasn't changed much aside from the slight hunched as he clenched his chest. It was getting harder to walk as the pain from his ribs was more obvious now, the adrenaline from the fight beginning to wear off. Rel wondered if he could use his powers to slow the pain, although he didn't quite know how to shoot a beam into his own chest without slowing the chest itself. I'll have to look into that... For now, he would push the thought into the back of his mind.

"He was a bitch to deal with, but I got tubby back there." Rel gestured behind him with a thumb through the path he had just came through, referring to the dead caveman with a pool of blood beginning to form underneath his head. Not quite as gruesome as the cavewoman he saw Hastings throw to the side moments ago, but disturbing in its own respect as well. "Hastings." Rel wanted his full attention, so he firmly said the name and looked at the man. His glare wasn't full of hatred as it had been earlier, but was still stern. "You mentioned benefiting me if we made a truce. I have a proposition that might help both of us, but first I need to see a Doc if you've got one on your ship. I think I might have broken a rib or two, but...aw hell, I've got no idea. It just hurts like a motherfucker." That spike by the caveman was stupidly strong, and he wouldn't doubt it if his injuries were more than a simple bruise. It hurt to touch his chest, but at the same time he felt the need to grip at it just so he knew it was still keeping together. Rel felt stupid asking for help from a man he tried to kill not too long ago, but it was Hastings that called for a truce, so Rel supposed the guy owed him this much at least.
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With his laughter finally subsiding, Sawyer decided it was for the best if he sat down. By the way to his vision spun and how he was saying dumber things than usual, he had a feeling that the knock on his head had jostled him up a little too much. His rear end fell to the soggy forest floor with a loud thump. From the ground, Sawyer began to stare at his hand intensely. Numerous times he had seen recently head injured people, count the amount of finger on someone’s hands. Sawyer figured it couldn’t hurt to try and count his own.

“Three, six, eight, twelve, seven, eighteen.” Sawyer named off as his vision made him see practically double of everything. Nevertheless, he wasn’t done trying just yet. Focusing his vision, the birdman tried to count his fingers again. “Two, five, nine… eleven. Shit!” He called out in anger. He just couldn’t get this counting thing down. But come to think of it, Sawyer wasn’t one hundred percent sure he knew how to count before the blow to his head. “Hey Leander, do I know how to count? I don’t remember.” The dimwit questioned his Leader.

Still a bit lightheaded, but not as dizzy as before; Sawyer slowly rose up to his feet. “Ya know Leander, we probably should get off this island as soon as possible. We’ve obviously been here too long. I mean, if Rel was able to track us down, who will next? Especially since the World Government if after us now! Think of all the things they have to track us with; heat seeking missiles, bloodhounds, foxes, barracudas…” Before the birdman was able to finish his warning to Leander, he was suddenly cut off by Rel searching for a doctor. With his head still swimming, Sawyer put a hand on Leander’s chest before he could respond. “I got this one captain. I am the doctor Rel, and how may I service you? But don’t touch me, I’m sterile.” The dimwit said as he held his dirty hands out in front of him.
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