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The After Dinner Payback
Topic Started: Aug 31 2011, 07:40 PM (1,725 Views)
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Leander laughed lightly at Sawyer's antics. It was just like Sawyer to make even the grimmest situation seem like child's play. Clapping Sawyer on the back lightly with his free hand leaving a bloody hand print he laughed light while flipping his head back so as to swing the wet stands of hair that hung down his face from the blood up out of the way, his hand moving then in a swiping motion from his forehead down to the back to lock it in place hopefully. "No Sawyer you've always had 11 fingers, and 12 toes."

Even Rel seemed to be finished now, though Rel was the only one seriously complaining about his injuries. It seemed like it was a good thing he was a doctor as he'd now learned a critical weakness to Rel, the kid was not fit for long battles or heavy hits. Both him and Sawyer had been like that too at the start of their journeys though so there was good chances Rel would make it to their level within no time. For now though he'd have to make due with treating the injuries that Rel had received. "I a..." Leander was however cut off by Sawyer before he could continue. What could the idiot chef have in mind? Whatever Sawyer wanted to try couldn't possibly help, it could potentially even kill the man. However Leander couldn't hold back the hilarity of the moment chuckling lightly into the palm of his hand. "Yeah Sawyer is great. He may not look like it but he's smarter than even the Legendary Dr. House of Drum Kingdom."
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Rel was dumbfounded when Sawyer couldn't count, but had enough common sense to realize that they could be easily tracked down. The wound to his head may have affected that, although Rel found it hard to believe that it caused him to forget counting, while leaving alone his ability to reason with logic. "Well, it wasn't difficult given the trail of destruction you've left behind yourselves." Rel pointed out with a shrug, leaning against a tree as he listened to Sawyer continue on. Then, the dimwit stated that he was the doctor. The inventor stared at him, almost believing the idiot, before suddenly flipping the fuck out for a moment. "DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THE HELL STERILE MEANS?" The outburst left Rel breathing heavily as he tried to compose himself. A strand of hair fell in front of his right eye, which he swiftly pushed to the side. Another deep inhale, and Rel began to speak again, this time more calm.

"I don't even give a fuck anymore, just find me a serious doctor later. What I'm offering is my powers. It kills me to admit it, but I'm not nearly strong enough to fight you, Hastings. I agree with what you stand for, except for the whole 'going on a murderous rampage of innocent civilians' thing. I want to join your crew so that I can help bring down the government, while using my devil fruit to stop you if the urge to decimate another town ever comes back up." Rel was completely serious as he explained this, although the last part was said kind of snarky, like he expected it to happen again. He was a proud defender of the public, wanting to free them from the harsh government. For this reason, Rel hated the idea of having a captain who has slaughtered the very same people he's fighting to protect. Then again, Rel is a very logical man, and it doesn't take much thought to realize that a single person cannot bring down the World Government. If he were to travel with this crew, however, then maybe it would be possible.

"It's benefiting both of us, so I don't see why not. You're just gonna have to work on that anger so you don't, ya know, go on a killing spree." Rel pushed himself off of the tree as he continued on, stretching his neck that was beginning to feel a little sore. With a quick jerk to the right and a cracking sound, he felt a lot better. "Seriously though, there has to be somebody who can at least take a look at my wounds. I'm a sharpshooter, not a juggernaut. I felt like a fucking volleyball when that lug hit me." Rel wasn't really one to complain normally, but the fact that another ambush could come at any second kind of worried him. If he were to be attacked in his current state, it would be pretty difficult and painful to move around.
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A small smile began to sprout from Sawyers face as Leander complimented him as a doctor. Though at this point Sawyer’s head injury had dissipated and he truly knew that he wasn’t a doctor, he sure loved the compliment. Plus surgery was something the dimwit thought that he would be good at. Not because he was trained or anything, but the birdman could just feel it inside. He had the gift; the gift to save people. "Why thank you nurse Leander. You may now return to your position. I’m gonna need a knife, ice cubes, a bottle of gin, three gypsies, a stick of dynamite and about a thousand ping pong balls.” Sawyer said in his most smug voice.

Yet as the dimwit crept closer and closer to him patient, he was suddenly stopped by Rel’s yelling. “Now sir, please calm down. I assure you I am an excellent practitioner of the doctoral arts. In fact, I graduated first in my class and dictionaries use my definition of sterile in their silly little books. Just take a seat nearby that rock and we’ll get to work” The birdman added. Unfortunately, Rel didn’t seem to be in the greatest mood as his yelling splattered saliva across Sawyers face.

Though Sawyer was slightly preoccupied with the flying spit, he was still happy about what he was hearing. He definitely thought Rel would make a great addition to the crew. Even Sawyer, the idiot, realized that having a paramecia using sharpshooter on the crew would give them the upper hand in almost any fight. And though he wasn’t Ryoto, the dimwit had a feeling that this new addition to the crew would start to fill the void. Nevertheless, Sawyer wasn’t done playing doctor just yet. “Nurse, the patient is being unruly. We will have to sedate him.” The dimwit said as he looked over his shoulder to Leander. “And let’s hurry this up. I gotta be a fireman in thirty minutes and an astronaut later. I don’t have time for this dammit!”

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Leander couldn't help but laugh as he saw Rel attack Sawyer with vicious words. It was pretty hysterical to him to see the man who obviously tried so hard to remain cool, calm, and collected flip out. There were many similarities between the two of them, they both tended to try and remain serious at most times though with Rel it seemed from what he could guess more of a statement then a real part of his personality. Sort of as if he was too cool to react to anything. It was sort of funny to watch many of his own traits that while coming from himself seemed to be good things, that when Rel used them he noticed were instead comical and dumb.

Rel was going on with some huge speech now though about how he'd join the crew. That was all Leander really cared to hear though, manually letting his brain go to sleep mode, looking down at his fingers picking at the nails as if highly interested in them while Rel continued to talk. "Mhm. Mhm. Yeah. Oh sure. Sounds like a good idea. Yeah." Was all Leander said, hopefully the kid would stop talking soon if he just continued to agree with him. Eventually Sawyer broke in on the kid's rambling though. Thank god for Sawyer. The comedic relief Sawyer provided in nearly every scenario was so welcomed he even put up with the birdman doing such crazy things as breaking apart his ship. Considering that though Leander wondered, what were they going to do about the ship? They would need to repair it or get a new one if they were ever to get any further in the gl. Where would they ever be able to do either of those on this abandoned island?

"Yeah yeah. Sawyer you take him to the ship. I'll treat him back there. I need to check out something first." Moving ahead onto further into the island Leander rushed through the forest, his body narrowly zooming through the trees and undergrowth as his feet once again disappeared, transforming into a stream of smoke propelling him at high speeds near impossible to track to the human eye. He was off to visit the wreckage of the factory. Hopefully there wouldn't be any survivors as he'd planned but just in case he'd make sure the place would never be rebuilt again.
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Rel was having a one-sided conversation, but of course he didn't realize until after. The speech about how he should join the crew was over, and the captain's only response was a bunch of short statements agreeing with him. The guy didn't even really give a definite, serious answer, although Rel assumed he accepted the offer considering he instructed the dimwit of a 'doctor' to get him back to their ship. Wait, where he'll treat me...? It took Rel a moment to understand the implications of what that meant. "HA, I knew you weren't the doctor." Rel proclaimed with a finger pointed at Sawyer, a slightly smug grin upon his face. Even though he was right, there were even more implications that he had yet to consider. So...the guy I tried to kill is going to treat me...

There was no winning for Rel today. Either he could take back his offer and leave, avoiding the chance of getting murdered during a 'dangerous operation' and walking around with what could possibly be broken ribs, or he could suck it up like a man badass and risk it. The logical, intelligent side of him was screaming Leave while you still can!, but the more audacious side was convincing him that A badass doesn't run away in the face of danger! In this case, the 'danger' was the image of his ex-enemy holding a scalpel to his throat.

Too many...unknown variables... Rel felt sick for a moment, although snapped out of it as he noticed Hastings suddenly transform into smoke and zoom off. "Hey ass, don't brush me off so easily!" The speech that was supposed to be a sign of his dedication in the fight against the Marines was essentially wasted, since Hastings obviously wasn't listening. "Tch, whatever. Sawyer, was it? Would you mind dropping the doctor act and showing me around? I'll use this time to work on an invention while 'Heartless' is off playing in the woods." Rel rolled his eyes out of annoyance, still not quite sure about his decision to join. It would certainly be beneficial to both sides, but Rel wasn't sure how much he could trust them. Well, Sawyer seemed silly at worst, so it was just Hastings he was worried about.

Stop over thinking it, just focus on this dumb contraption. As Rel was getting lost in his own thoughts, he pulled a small sphere that was just about complete. It was extremely smooth, but had a lot of pieces to it that made up different panels. There was still one panel in particular that Rel was trying to put in place, and it wouldn't be too difficult, but he definitely needed to be careful if he didn't want the invention to shatter. Given that the gadget's extremely fragile, it required quite a bit of attention. "Just lead the way and I'll follow." Rel added, although he kept his head down as he tried to figure out how to finish the stupid sphere.
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Throwing his hands up innocently, Sawyer couldn’t help but smirk when Rel had again caught onto his rouse. “Hey, you put that finger down.” The dimwit chuckled. “Just because my… assistant is going to treat you, doesn’t mean I am not a doctor.” He added. “but that doesn’t mean I am one either.” Sawyer mumbled under his breath as he turned around towards a large rock that sat a few meters away. Casually walking to it with his hands in his pockets, Sawyer plopped a seat on the rigid stone. Even though they had just been engaged in battle, the dimwits mind was already wandering around aimlessly with thoughts of cupcakes and butterflies.

Sawyer was in fact so checked out, that all he heard from his captain’s order was his name. “Uhm, yes sir?” Sawyer responded uneasily as he rose from his seat. Looking left and right, the birdman searched for some sort of guidance. He was especially relieved when Rel asked for a tour. “Haha, well lucky for you, I dabble in numerous professions including, you guessed it, tour guide!” Sawyer exclaimed. “Follow me big guy.” The birdman mentioned with a wink as he began to trudge through the forest floor.

As Sawyer walked, the only thing that reminded him of Rels presence was the continues sound of footsteps behind him. “hmm okay, tour guide…. Tour guide….” He muttered trying to think of things to mention for the tour. “Well, uhm to the left there are some shrubs and trees. On the right, there are a few more trees and some big leaf plant thingy. Above us, there’s some birds… or bugs. I can’t really tell.” By the time Sawyer had finished talking, they had reached the outer edge of the beach. “And so concludes the tour. We appreciate that you choose Quinn tour services and tips would be appreciated as you make your leave. Oh yeah, and our ship's right over there. Hop on if you want.” Sawyer said with his thumb pointing behind his back, towards the docked ship.
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Leander soared through the forest vigilant for danger, though none arose to challenge him. All good signs. He was sure if a real force had been gathered to take revenge on him he would have seen it by now. It took no time before he'd reached the ruined heap of stone and metal which had been the poor excuse for clothing manufacturing corporation. It was now merely just a heap of rubble in which many unfortunate creatures had died. He had avenged them all though, the cruel monster Jaun Claude Van Chic now lay dead in there as well.

His legs solid he landed softly upon the ground, a fallen dark angel analyzing the divine wrath he had set out. It pleased him to see the cracked world government symbol. Come to think of it though he had yet to see any actual marines here. That seemed odd to say the least that they would have a building associated with them on this island but he had yet to see any sign of their presence. Perhaps that simply meant they thought the cavemen would have been enough to defend against nearly any invader. This was possible he deemed as those cavemen were deadly. If they had intelligence with that raw power as well as if he wasn't of the logia type he doubted the fight would have been quite that easy.

Knowing his crew were waiting back at the ship for him he began his slow walk back to the ship through the forest. It was nice to be able to collect his thoughts even if blood was leaking down his head from what possibly would have once before been a concussion. It was definetly surprising how much his body was able to endure now when hit. The thought almost made him smile, that was a critical failure to many logia types, their bodies unused to being actually struck tended to be weak when hit thus even a blow from a weak tier fighter could do serious damage to most of them. he liked to think that he would be a more balanced combatant who trained almost every aspect of himself equally.

"Well look what we have here. Leander fucking Hastings and he's all alone just like we thought he would be." Looking up to see who was actually addressing him Leander took notice that he wasn't as alone within the forest as he'd imagined. The beachead wasn't far away though, he could see the ship. He was surprised no one had bothered to check it or perhaps they already were. The marine who seemed to be in charge though looked to be far ahead of the others in strength. Either that or he was compensating by having what looked like a entire army's worth of weapons on his back. His large muscles though made this seem to give way to the fact that this guy was strong though for sure. The two of them appeared to be opposites. The marine stood there in almost complete white, the standard uniform of marine officers though he wore his officers coat as though it were any other rather then over the shoulders. While this guy had light blue spiky hair and matching eyes Leander's hair was so dark it was almost black and hung down his face, his eyes the same color.

"A party? For me? Aw i'm sorry but i'll have to decline. I have places to be going. Like a king with no throne, I walk alone." Given no real hint that he was about to go on the offensive, Leander stomped his foot down, a large wall of smoke rising up from the ground and traveling forward quickly as the soliders who weren't quick enough to dive out of the way were knocked out of the way forcefully. Leander used this opening to quickly morph his legs's into smoke propelling his quickly far ahead through the scattered crowd toward his ship. If only they could get there fast enough. But wait. Their mast was broken? How could they sail now without a mast? Shit! He know knew they'd need to find some other way. The marines had arrived on a ship, perhaps they could then steal it.

"You're not going anywhere fuckhead!" Duke Devlin yelled out pulling himself up off the ground quickly and tossing his wrist out. a concealed chain of seastone being hurled out quickly to wrap around Leander from the back. Crashing down into the sand as his powers suddenly faded Leander looked up his face squiched pressed down into the beach. "What the fuck was that?" Somehow that guy had robbed him of his devil fruit abilities. That meant only one thing this was seastone. Shit! This was really bad. He had to get help fast. "Sawyer! Rel! Guys marines!" Hearing noise behind him as he shouted he went to look over his shoulder to see a large mass of marines easily over 50 of them chasing after him Duke in the lead. Duke however was ready to already deliver a killing blow as he'd drawn out a spear as he soared through the air in what must have been a powerful leap. "oh shit!" Leander cursed before rolling away before Duke was able to impale him as the spear's head was deeply embedded into the exact spot where his heart had once been. "Hey that's cheap! I'm not using any weapons how come you have a shitload prick?!"

"Shut up and die you damn pirate!" Duke yelled back at him, as he withdrew the spear out from the ground with ease.
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Rel completely ignored Sawyer as he insisted the possibility that he was the doctor, partly because he knew the idiot was lying, and also due to the necessary concentration that his invention required. He was so close to putting the last panel onto the sphere, but then Sawyer began giving him the 'tour' of their ship the area around them. It was so painfully obvious that the captain and Rel had meant a tour of the ship, but Sawyer wasn't listening apparently. Either that, or he was truly an idiot with no hope. Perhaps Hastings took him in out of pity, Rel wasn't sure, although he just about lost it when Sawyer added "Oh yeah, and our ship's right over there. Hop on if you want." as a side-note.

"You were supposed to give me a tour of the ship...NOT THE FUCKING TREES." His sudden outburst had caused him to tense up, making the sphere shatter in his hand. Glass pieces fell to the ground, with a couple sticking into his hands. "Ouch..." Rel began removing the few shards that were lodged into his skin, but he didn't mind too much. He was less annoyed by the broken invention, and more frustrated by the high concentration of idiocy that was his tour guide. "It's alright, I've got another." Rel stated in a more tranquil tone, calming himself with a heavy sigh. He took out another sphere, missing a panel just like the last. "I almost had it a second ago, so this shouldn't take long..." The inventor was talking aloud to himself mainly, although he wanted to make some sort of small talk with Sawyer as well. So far, their only interactions had been Sawyer acting silly and Rel yelling at him, so he hoped to have a normal conversation sometime.

That time wouldn't be now, unfortunately, as Rel looked over to see a single person being chased by a mob of men in blue and white. Hastings? Are those Marines behind him? There seemed to be a lot of them, and the captain was obviously in trouble. As Rel considered it, there was a high chance that Hastings would be killed here and now if he and Sawyer didn't help. I could slow Heartless, allowing that big bad Marine over there to kill him...while slowing Sawyer to stop him from helping. While this was the thought process of a true strategist, Rel let out a growl of frustration. We made a truce, and a badass never goes against his word. Rel quickly tucked the unfinished sphere into his jacket for now, and jumped straight up into the air. A sharp pain welled up in Rel's chest because of the sudden movement, causing Rel flinched for a second before taking aim with his right hand.

"Noro Noro Toke!" A thin beam shot from Rel's index finger, headed for the shin of a Marine to the far left. As it made contact, Rel moved his hand to the right, making the beam slide to the right and hit all of the Marines running in the front of their mob. Due to the affects of his devil fruit powers, all of their shins were locked in place while the rest of their bodies were perfectly mobile. The random stopping of their feet caused them to flip over, tripping the soldiers following behind them as well. It was comedic sight to be honest, and Rel couldn't stop himself from chuckling as the Marines tripped all over each other and tumbled to the ground. Duke had dodged the beam with a simple jump, and looked back to see everyone else grumbling as they tried to get up. "Ooo, never seen that kind of power before. When did you team up with Heartless, Trick Shot? ...And hey! Stop lying down on the job, you lazy fuckers!" "B-b-but you saw that beam..." One of the Marines protested, although he could barely be heard since his face was still planted into the ground. They would surely be back up on their feet soon, but Rel had at least helped create a distraction of sorts.

"Tch. As if I gonna let the Government have their way." Rel said with a sneer after landing back on the ground, flinching again. I can't move around too quickly in this state, shit... "Sawyer, help him out! I got an idea." Rel began to run with a hurt expression, trying to ignore his chest pains as he took out the sphere and attempted to finish it. The direction he was headed for was the Marine ship that obviously belonged to Duke and his men. They might notice me running this way, but I made a lot of commotion...and I'm sure their leader will be preoccupied with Hastings. Our ship can't go to sea as it is, so stealing theirs would be easier than trying to fix the sail...And this invention could help a lot too if I could just remember how to put in this last GOD DAMN PANEL.
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“Hey, I’m the tour guide here!” Sawyer said as he poked his finger deep into Rel’s chest. Though Rel was right about how he was suppose to be given a tour of the ship, Sawyer didn’t like the disrespect. In the birdman’s opinion, his detailed tour of the forest was much more interesting than any sort of tour of their broken ship would be. The chef couldn’t help but smile slightly at the sight of Rel crushing one of the orbs he carried in his hand. “Yo bro, you gotta be more chillax.” Sawyer said with a large smirk on his face. “You know, go with the flow”

But before Sawyer could finish mocking Rel’s short temper, a noise from behind him caught his attention. Turning around, Sawyers eyes were met with the sight of his captain in peril. Studying the area, the chef tried to count how many marines were involved with the pursuit. Unfortunately, the constant movement and the dimwits inability to count, made counting the heads nearly impossible. Like an uncontrolled reflex, Sawyer immediately began to pick his weary feet out of the sand and run towards the oncoming opponents. “Yeah, let me handle these guys! Doctor Pain is in the building!” Sawyer first yelled out to Rel, then to all the marines he was racing towards.

As Sawyer began to reach his enemies, he was relieved to find that Rel had already incapacitated a lot of the marines for at least the time being. Going for his first assault, Sawyer targeted a timid looking marine who held his rifle up towards him. Before the marine had the chance to pull the trigger, Sawyer grabbed the barrel of the rifle, pushed it up towards the air, and sent a swift punch to his head. The chef couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that he knocked the marine out in a single strike. “Well whose next?” Sawyer said cockily as he turned to face the rest of the marine group while cracking his knuckles. “Daw crap…” The dimwit then muttered as he realized the rest of the marines had recovered from Rels attack and were slowly circling around him.

‘No fear. No fear. No fear.' Sawyer kept reminding himself over and over again. Charging towards the crowd of marines, the birdman began to unleash all his ability. Sawyer ducked and rolled, just narrowly missing the edge of enemy blades and the blunt force of their fists. His hands reached out, throwing punches and grabs all around. Sawyer could feel the warm moisture of blood all over his fists. He didn’t know whether it was his blood, or his enemy’s blood, but he didn’t dare take a second to check.

Before long, a short hiatus of battle occurred. Taking the chance to catch his breath, Sawyer began to study his surroundings. By the look of it, he had taken out about eight of the marines, and bruised up a bit more. Nonetheless, plenty more where still battle ready, and judging by the deep cuts and bruises that painted Sawyers skin, he couldn’t last too much longer. Sawyer just prayed that Rel would hurry up and help him out in some way. With no other choice he lifted his aching fists up in front of him and spat a mixture of blood and saliva towards the marines. “Well lets go.” Sawyer mumbled as he sent a spinning kick to the chest of one of the marines; sending him into the rest of the crowd.
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"Hey pirate isn't a nice word! I prefer the term revolutionary." Leander rebutted to the marine leader. Thankfully Sawyer and Rel had come to his aid. He'd been doubtful at first as they sure had taken their good old time, but late was better than never unless he'd been killed, than it would have been just as bad. For now he wouldn't lecture them on proper rescuing techniques and how to properly react in a timely fashion but so be it if they ever took that long again. He didn't have much time to think though as the marines were starting to pick themselves up and he was still wrapped in the chain. Seeing as there was nothing really holding the chain around him it wouldn't be too difficult to escape the main challenge was in using his own weakened strength to actually remove the chains from his body. It proved more difficult than he'd anticipated the chains were heavy and his strength wasn't as much as normal though eventually he did wiggle out about halfway, the chains still wrapped around his legs.

Unfortunately while he was still dealing with escape Duke was on the prowl to kill. The tip of his spear glimmering in the sun, as he flicked it back over it's shoulder into one of the many straps he had behind him with what seemed to be trained reflexes as he then instantly replaced it with a large double headed great axe. Leander had never seen one used before in combat but he knew how deadly they were as they relied on pure brute force and could easily cut men in half completely. Getting hit by that thing would be a mistake he'd never recover from and seeing as Duke used a seastone chain, it was likely all the weapons he had were made of seastone. How scary was that? To have a man who was almost built in terms to kill specifically you. There were very few things that could ever make a logia type devil fruit user worry but on Leander's list at least this guy was pretty high up there.

Like a stalking lion Duke slowly made his way over to Leader, "Where were we pirate? Oh thats right you're a revolutionary hm? I don't know many of those without a HEAD!" Duke shouted the last word as he suddenly slammed the head of the axe down right where Leander's head had once been as Leander had instantly jerked upright, he even felt the wind of the blade skim pass the back of his head. It was not the best of feelings to almost be killed this many times over. Now he knew what it felt like to actually be worried and have to run. He hadn't had this experience since breaking out of prison. It was somewhat humbling to know that he wasn't anywhere close to being the undecided best out there in all of the grandline even with the power of the logia. He didn't have time though to consider the philosophical impacts of that however as he suddenly realized he had to get moving again.

Leander ducked down just as the axe passed over his head again, dumb luck once again prevailing as he slipped his feet out of the chains. "Stay still and die you bastard!" Duke yelled as Leander had once again escaped luckily. Surely the marine had a short temper Leander realized and a strong bloodlust. They were similar with tempers at least. That meant just like Leander teased Rel, this marine would be just as easy to mock and enrage. There was nothing Leander loved doing more than pissing off the marines and goverment. Springing up to his feet Leander turn to face Duke. "So um whatever your name is you seem to be in a really bad mood. So i'm just going to leave quickly." Duke roar ined rage as Leander making his exit speech burst off into smoke, his feet leaving a steam behind him as he headed off to the marine ship flying away.

Leander hadn't accounted for two things though. The possibility that the marine could outmatch him in speed and that Duke could fly. It didn't take long before Leander had realized this tough as the marine kicked up off the ground and seemed to leap around within the air itself catching up in no time and landing directly in Leander's path a large katana longer than both him or Leander drawn, held at the ready. "My name is Duke fucking Devlin, and i'm going to cut that annoying head of yours off now." With a clean sweep of the blade, Duke cut a diagonal line. Leander was just in time to block however drawing his own sword out from it's sheath to block the strike. "How..." Hastings commented as he realized their strength was almost equal a miniature shockwave exploding out from them from the power of their colliion. Duke seemed to have the upperhand as Leander's hands were shaking as they clenched the sword trying to force back Duke's katana though they found they were actually losing ground.

Leander's face was a expression of shock. Not only could this guy somehow magically fly but he seemed to outclass him in every way. How was this possible? It didn't make any sense. Duke seemed to take pleasure from this though, grinning as the edge of the blade was finally pressed up against Leander's seaskin cloak. "Ah you seem surprised? I worked long and hard to get this far. You took the easy road. Now die like the cheap scum you are!" Duke yelled lifting his foot up in a vicious side kick from the bottom of his boot that sent Leander flying back down to strike the sand hard, a fountain of sand exploding up around him from the impact. Leander layed on his back finding it extremely hard to get back up now. How the hell could he possibly escape a foe like this without direct combat. However he had nothing to really gain from this fight, and the odds were too evenly stacked to say he would win for sure. Hastings found he didn't like this situation one bit but soon he'd have to figure out something.
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"Yes! Finished!" Rel proclaimed proudly as the panel was put into place. Immediately taking action, the inventor pushed that same panel and slid it open with his thumb. A pink beam was then shot into the sphere, after which Rel closed again. He was so focused on completing the invention that he didn't quite notice all the commotion until looking over at the group of beat up Marines. Sawyer had knocked out quite a few, while Hastings was still fighting with the leader. Rel hadn't been paying attention to their conversation, but he did happen to hear the name as it was stated. Duke Devlin? This guy seems strong, but the men he brought are just run of the mill...was he really coming here with the intention of capturing Hastings' crew? It didn't make much sense to Rel, but he'd talk it over with the others later. For now, he figured it would be better jump into the fray.

I have no idea how extensive my injuries are, but...shit, it can't be helped. Originally, Rel had planned on staying in the back and sniping each Marine one by one, but that would take much too long with how many there were. Sawyer managed to knock out a fair amount, but not nearly enough to suspend their chase. If Rel could take out most of them at once, then they would stand less of a chance. "Noro Noro Deposit!" The sphere was thrown at a large group of soldiers, their swords drawn as they readied themselves to charge at Sawyer. When the invention hit the ground, it exploded with a pink light surrounding the area. The few men just outside its radius were confused, because those caught by the explosion were seemingly frozen in time. "H-hey, what're you doing? Come on, let's get this guy!"

"Iiiiiiiiiii'mmmmmmm trrrrrrrryyyyyyyyiiiiiiiinnnnnng..."

"It's just a prototype, but it works like a charm. Noro Noro...Cash-Out!" Rel had jumped just after using Deposit, now landing in front of the Marines and unleashing a storm of coins at them. The projectiles he launched at them were his special tronc coins, however, so they began bouncing off of the slowed Marines and hitting others around them. After the attack, time finally caught up and sent them flying in different directions. Countless indentations could be seen beginning to form in their skin, due to the coins that had hit them just seconds earlier. Rel coughed up a bit of blood, mainly because of the jump he made when entering the battle. The sudden, intense movements jostled his already hurting body, causing him to kneel with a hand over his mouth. The injuries might not only be my ribs like I assumed...that prehistoric asshole might of fucked up my insides. What a pain...

"S-Sawyer-!" Rel yelled over, although this forced another cough of blood before he could speak again. "I think I...got most of 'em! We need that ship!" He couldn't afford to talk much more, so he only hoped that the idiot knew what he meant as he pointed over at the Marine ship that Duke and his men had presumably arrived on. Rel couldn't make it over there himself, but maybe Sawyer could. About half of the remaining soldiers were down for the time being, so Rel figured this would be the most opportune chance to get away. If that dimwit could handle getting the ship, then Rel was content with handling any stragglers that tried to continue pursuit.

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Sawyer looked forward at the sea of marines that were closing in on him. He was reluctant to see that they were momentarily slowed by the soldier he kicked into the crowd, but unfortunately it only stopped them for a few seconds. Nevertheless, Sawyer figured he might as well savor every second of life that he possibly could. For all he knew, he might not have too many more. It was as if Sawyers mind began to fall into a virtual nirvana.

Time slowed down as he watched the disgruntled faces of numerous marines charging towards him with their swords drawn. Each breath he took brought a refreshing chill to his lungs; like the ones he loved to breathe when sailing in the big blue sea. Of in the distance, his ears picked up the chirping of birds and rustling of forest creatures. He could smell the familiar sting of steel, and every inch of his body tingled with excitement as adrenaline rushed through his veins. Even slight things like the pumping of his heart were felt clear as day to the young chef. It was truly a state of prosperity that Sawyer wished he could live in forever. And by the feel of it, it seemed as if he would… Almost to a strange amount.

Looking around, Sawyer realized that it wasn’t just him; time truly did slow down. Glancing towards the feet of the slowed Marines, Sawyer suddenly spotted the remnants of one of inventions that Rel had been working on earlier. “Damn, maybe I shouldn’t of made Rel crush the first one…” The dimwit regretted. The birdman’s entrenched feet pulled out of the sand and began to walk forward towards the marines. He couldn’t help but be slightly creeped out by the way the movements of the Marines eyeballs were even slowed down. Sawyer had no clue how long the slow down would last, but he was sure reluctant Rel had come through to save him. ‘Speaking of Rel, where is that guy?’ The chef suddenly thought to himself

Just as Sawyer finished his thought, he spotted Rel jumping from out of the blue. “What is that in his hands?” The dimwit mumbled to himself as his squinted eyes tried to process the scene happening before him. Suddenly, Sawyer realized what Rel had in his hands. It was the coins that had caused him so much pain earlier, during their first encounter. Wasting no time, Sawyer sought cover before the coin barrage could strike him. Grabbing a tight hold of the bandana tied around one of the Marines neck, Sawyer dropped down into the sand, pulling the marine down with him to be used as a meat shield.

Explosions of sand erupted all around the birdman as coins shot into the ground like bullets. Sawyer couldn’t help but wince by the mere look of his meat shield’s pain ridden face. “Sorry bud.” Sawyer apologized as he pushed the marines now limp body off of him. As Sawyer pressed his hand to the ground to pick himself up, he couldn’t help but be disgusted by the feeling of blood soaked sand. Despite the revolting feeling, Sawyer managed to push himself back up to his feet. He was surprised to find himself in the center of a virtual marine graveyard. “Dayum Rel. You get the job done.” Sawyer said impressed.

Then Sawyer managed to spot the mangled body of Rel just a few meters away. The birdman could tell that Rel was hurt, but he was surprised to find that the sharpshooter was still willing to fight. That was a quality that Sawyer couldn't help but respect. “You got it.” Sawyer responded as he transformed into his osprey form and began flying towards the marine ship. Though his cut and bruised wings ached, Sawyer knew he had to return the favor by saving Rel.
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Leander was laying upon his back staring up at the sky, the warm sand surrounding him with a clear blue sky overhead. The gentle blue waves lapped at the beach. A tropic jungle background behind him. In all it would have been the scene of a beautiful vacation spot if not for one major problem, a homicidal marine was falling down from the sky a katana almost 7 feet long in Duke's hands pointed down toward Leander. So while if you didn't factor that in it was quite a lovely little scene. As well as subtracting the somewhat large battle going on behind him, yeah it'd be pretty damn amazing. Leander however didn't feel like it was so great at the moment as he rolled over to the left flipping up into a crouch just as Duke slammed down upon the ground with tremendous force spiking the blade deep into the earth.

"Shit... you're really not going to let me go are you? It seems im going to actually have to fight you." Leander said as he rose to stand. It was true, he hadn't really expected to fight any marines, especially not when he wasn't sure of winning. This was a huge inconvenience. Duke however took it as a sign of cowardice "Idiot! Of course you're going to fight! And you will die! You're not getting out of here alive!" Leander weighing his options quickly realized he did have one way of escaping without direct engaging this marine. He'd learned enough from Horus about pointless fights in which there was a reasonably large chance of losing. Sucking in his breath Leander then let out a thick cloud of smoke from when he then chose to open his mouth. The cloud quickly sweeped over Duke covering him completely as he lost sight of Leander within the white mass, it as was hard for the marine to breath as well choking on the air as he swatted away at it.

Leander had already made his move to escape, his legs transforming into smoke as he was propelled forward faster ahead then he'd normally move. His plan already was to steal the marine ship he'd spotted over for a second. While much larger than their own ship and heavily built he was pretty sure his crew could manage it. He was almost there to reach the marine ship, calling his crew to gather now seemed like a good idea as if they didn't get here fast enough he'd still have to end up fighting. "Sawyer! Rel! New ship! Now!" He yelled out behind him, hopefully getting their attention.

Up ahead though he noticed his guess hadn't been completely accurate as the ones who had been fighting were not all that had been here. They'd left less than half a dozen marines behind on the ship, probably if not to simply guard the ship to help keep it manned and running as well. Perfect. If he could just now simply get them to help with the labor this would be easy. That was a challenge though to get marines to work for him. He'd have to carefully balance intimidation. Too much and they'd try to flee, to little and they'd put up a fight. Cursing as he pulled himself out from the smoke screen Duke coughed, realizing just what Leander had planned. "Get back to fucking ship!"

Landing on the deck with a solid thump as his legs reformed back into their solid shape Leander looked around at the 10 marines who now were spread out all over the ship. "Alright i'm commandeering this here ship, we'll be leaving just as soon as my crew are all ready onboard. Any questions? If so mr. sword is ready to answer them now." Leander spoke in turn meeting each man's eyes while letting off a powerfully commanding natural force to try and sway the men. Each one seemed confused at what to do, they could fight and likely die as their job demanded or run and possibly be court-martial. In reality they had no real option they should have fought him but often a person will cling to any hope of survival. One did however choose to fight, drawing his blade and rushing toward Leander to viciously attack. He however was stopped before ever getting close as a sword now was sticking out from the unfortunate marine's back, the blade buried up to the hilt in his chest. Leander's arm was extending out by wispy smoke though his hand remained solid as it grasped the blade. "Alright. Anymore questions?" He asked in grim humor, as he retracted his arm, the blade sliding out with a sickly wet sound as blood squirted out from the injury the man dropping dead upon the ship as a pool of his own blood gathered around him.

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"Of course I do." Rel replied to Sawyer's compliment as the chef flew off, a smirk spreading across his face with a bit of blood trickling out the side of his mouth. It was a relief that Sawyer listened to him, and the overall situation was getting better. Hastings seemed to be getting away as smoke covered the area, a struggling Duke swatting at it to get a look at where his prey had gone. No doubt Duke would chase them, so Rel figured that something had to be done. If their leader was in trouble, then the Marines going back to the ship might hesitate. The seastone-using Marine was so focused on Hastings as he went to their ship, he had no idea Rel was just behind him.

"Hey buddy." Duke turned around, but there was no time to react as a pink beam hit his torso and head. Unfortunately, Rel couldn't take the time to boast given his inexperience with the devil fruit, so the marksman immediately executed his plan. Taking the drawn sword currently in his hand, Rel stabbed it through Duke's right foot and into the sand below. The sword wouldn't keep him immobile, but it would hinder his movement at least. Time caught up and Duke let out a howl of pain, grimacing as he looked at Rel. "You fucker..." The inventor only replied with a grin, shooting coins ahead of him and slowing them to create 'stairs' into the air. The Marine soldiers were mortified as they looked back to see their injured leader, with Rel running away without a way to catch him. Half of them broke off from the group to check on Duke, while the rest continued to the ship. One Marine had started to step on the coin to see if he could use the same path Rel had followed, but the coins were out of time and simply fell to the ground as he tried.

It didn't take long for Rel to make it onto the deck of the ship, which was now taken over by Hastings. "Let's get out of here...I need to clean up. The ladies usually aren't a fan of blood." Rel gave a weary sigh as he looked down at himself, some of his own blood dripping onto the nice jacket. Then again, some of it could also be the blood of Marines, but it was hard to tell at this point. Rel sat down on the floor and leaned against the railing, wanting nothing more than to get washed off and rest. The island had been too chaotic for his liking, so he was just glad they'd be leaving. The mission to kill Hastings was a complete failure, although joining up with him wasn't a bad choice. If they were able to get stronger in order to take down strong Marine officer like Duke, along with their strongholds, then that would be even better than Rel's original plan. It would take a bit more time to truly assess the best course of action, but for now Rel grinned at a job well done.
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Even though Sawyer knew he was moving forward, each flap of his wings made it seem as if the marine boat was farther away. The pain was just kept getting worse and worse, and the chef didn’t know how much longer he could last. Looking over his feathered shoulder, Sawyer tried to examine the source of the pain. “Shit.” The birdman muttered to himself. It was just as he expected. A large cut was entrenched in the area right between his shoulder blade and wing. Though Sawyer wasn’t truly a doctor, he could make the obvious diagnoses that his flight was going to last very long. And in fact, it didn’t.

The birdman could feel himself slowly dipping in altitude. He tried to flap his wings faster to push his body higher, but the pain was just too unbearable. Before he knew it, his slow descent had grown into quite a hasty one. Just before crashing down into the sandy beach, Sawyer shut his eyes as tightly as he could. Though he couldn’t see it, the dimwit could feel sand spray up around him as he crash landed into the beach. Feathers began to dig themselves back into Sawyers skin as he transformed back into his human appearance. Wasting no time, he reached him arm over his shoulder and clasped onto the gash tightly. Sawyer knew that he had been sliced up a bit during the fight, but he had no idea it was to this extent. At the time, the rush of adrenaline numbed the pain. But now, all he could feel was the sting of sand in his bare, bleeding wounds.

Out of all the cuts and scrapes on Sawyers body, the gash in his shoulder seemed to be causing him the most pain. He could feel the sickening ooze of blood breaking through the cracks of his fingers. It was the worst pain he had felt since Horus had sent a colony of bee’s at him, weeks ago. “Gotta… Keep… Moving.” The birdman grumbled as his free hand reached forward, clutching onto loose clumps of sand.

“What do we got here?” A unfamiliar voice said. Finally opening his eyes, Sawyer realized that he was completely covered by the shadow of a foreign figure. Raising his head up a little, his eyes scanned the finely polished boots of the man that towered above him. Sawyer could have sworn he had seen those boots before. Not just once, but numerous times. In fact, hundreds of them at a time. “This is awkward…” The dimwit muttered with as smile as he rose his head up to find a Marine officer looking down on him. Sawyer had to react quickly if he wanted to leave the island without a pair of handcuffs and numerous marine escorts.

“Just give me a sec to dust myself before you take me away, ya damn copper.” Sawyer said as he pushed himself into a squatting position. “Haha, whatever you need. I heard you were the dumb one of the crew anyway. Not like you’re gonna get away.” The marine officer bragged. Angered by the comment and from the tips of his bare feet, the dimwit made his attack. Jumping up, Sawyer shoved his hand full of sand into the face of the burley marine. As soon as the now blinded officer backed up, rubbing his eyes vigorously, Sawyer rose to his feet. “I'm not as think as you dumb I am!” Sawyer shouted as he shot his foot forward, kicking the marine in the center of his forehead. Not wasting any time, Sawyer grabbed the gun that the marine dropped when he kicked him, jumped over his limb body and began running towards the marine ship.

Though the gash still pained him, running didn’t seem to bother Sawyer as much as flying did. He moved as fast as he could, but unfortunately every step he took sunk his foot into the sand; making it much more of a struggle to pick up again. Meanwhile as Sawyer ran, he tried to figure out the weapon he had just obtained. “Gah, how does I shot bullets?” the dimwit questioned as he pointed the gun towards his face and stared down the barrel. “Does it need fairy dust to work or something?” Sawyer wondered as he still couldn’t manage to make the gun fire.

Pulling the gun away from his face, Sawyer realized that he was finally nearing the ship. Not only that, but he suddenly spotted two marines guarding the gangplank to the ship. Sawyer needed to incapacitate the marines if he wanted entrance to the ship, and he only had one last idea as to how to make the gun work. “BANG!” Sawyer yelled out as he aimed the rifle towards the chest of one of the marines. Unfortunately, just him yelling bang didn’t make the gun fire whatsoever. All it managed to do was gain confused looking faces from the two guards. “Crap, I could’ve sworn that’s how they work. I mean, they always make that noise.” Sawyer said in a perplexed tone. “This things a broken piece of crap.” The birdman then complained as he angrily spiked the gun towards the ground. But then, much to his surprise, as the gun collided into the sand, a single round was fired. Looking towards the guard, Sawyer then found that the accidently fired round had hit its original target; right in the center of one of the marines chest.

“Oh so now you work.” Sawyer said as he picked the gun off the ground and began walking towards the remaining marine. The dimwit again studied the weapon for a short time, but then quickly gave up. “If I don’t know how to fire this thing, I’m aint gonna know how to reload it.” Sawyer told himself. Nevertheless, he was now just a few yards away from the other marine soldier. With no other choice, Sawyer merely chucked the gun towards the marine, hitting him square in the head. “Ow, that really hurt!” the marine said as he rubbed the bump on his head. “Oh…” Sawyer said as he slowed his walk to a stop in surprise. “Sorry, it’s just most of you have been getting knocked out in one hit… wasn’t really expecting you to still be standing.” Sawyer said in a daze of confusion.

“Well anyway, I’ll see ya later.” Sawyer said as he casually walked up the gangplank onto the ship. “Yeah, see ya.” Said the marine who was too busy comforting his own bruise to bother stopping Sawyer. In fact, none of the marines seemed to notice Sawyers presence as he walked towards the ships helm with his hands in his pockets. Yet as the birdman finally reached the helm of the ship, he came to a hard realization. “Fuck… I don’t know how to steer a ship, do I?” But then, like some sort of angel from heaven, Leander dropped down onto the deck right next to Sawyer. “Ah cool. Nice to see you Leander. I got a kinda bad cut on my back to I’ll let you fight the guys and steer the ship and whatnot. I think I’m just gonna take a nap or something.” Sawyer said as he put his arms behind his head and lied down on the ships deck.
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