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| Crispy | Sep 19 2016, 07:02 PM Post #16 | ||||
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Sol saw the attack coming in only the loosest terms. He'd seen the speed the fat man had displayed when he attacked the bugger in the dressing gown and steeled his reactions, it hadn't been enough. It hadn't been close. It hadn't been in the same post code to where enough was living. He was just fast enough to twitch his arm upward a few inches in the beginnings of something that could probably have been described as a block before the flat of the human's huge sword was crashing into the side of his head. It hit him like meteors hit the surface of the earth. Cataclysmically. There was a sound, like ringing a bell and breaking a plate at the same time. That thought struck him first as his brain rushed to catch up with the damage it had just received, crashing against the side of his skull at approximately mach 1000. The second thought was that it had gotten windy. He felt light. He was flying? How am I fl Then he hit the first wall, wooden, lots of splinters. Another wall, wooden again. Another, stone this time, blocks shattered, something popped in his back. Another wooden wall. Counting was never Sol's strong suit but even had it been his one true passion he'd never have found himself looking back and trying to count the amount of things he smashed through on his maiden flight. Sol slammed into something solid. Another stone wall, he thought. This one didn't break though, this one just shook him free like a flea on a dog and Solomon Th'uul slid to the ground like a rag doll. He placed one shaking hand on the debris strewn ground and tried to stand. He fell on his face and let out a noise. It was around 40% growl, 50% groan, 10% whimper, and 100% reason to forget he ever existed. "Wh-wh-..." he stammered as he rolled back to sit down, jolting his backside and back, something caught in his throat, something sharp. Sol coughed and heaved and four enormous shark's teeth clattered to the slabs along with a mish mash stream of white-pink saliva and blood. His probing tongue confirmed what he already knew, the fucker had knocked his teeth out. With a shaking hand Sol grabbed his remaining teeth and yanked them clean out of his jaw. If his ears handing been ringing like a festival gong he would have heard the shocked gasps of several onlookers, who rushed their children away and started second guessing thoughts of calling a doctor to help this poor blue child. New teeth started budding in his head as Solomon forced himself to his feet, this fucking human, how was he so strong!? "Human's are supposed to be weak!" he spat to himself, that was what the folk back home said, "I haven't taken a hit like that since..." he trailed off as if mentioning him would summon the bastard like a disappointed specter, but he couldn't stop the traitorous thought from swimming through his head. Not since dad... A real growl left him this time, a horrible bubbling, guttural thing that reverberated around the broken stones and splintered wood. The crowd took a step back as instinct started making itself heard. Evolution had spent a long time ingraining into the human race that things that growled like the young Fishman was growling, were things you needed to get away from very fast. Solomon took an unsteady step forward, then another. His joints and bones clicking and popping back into place and working positions as his rage and his muscles took over his motor functions. Solomon's golden eyes were gone, rolled over black. And his gleaming new teeth were barred as he marched back through the tunnel of holes. Edited by Crispy, Sep 19 2016, 07:05 PM.
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Mortimer Montgomery • Crew Position: Quartermaster • Profession: Chef • Crew: The Jacks Of All Trades • Threat: 186 • SD Earned: 348 • Beli: 17,000,500 • L: Grand Line: Route Two Solomon Th'uul • Crew Position: N/A • Profession: Martial Artist • Crew: N/A • Bounty: 7,500,000 • SD Earned: 150 • Beli: 53,500,000 • L: Grand Line: Route Three | |||||
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| ♥ Dusk | Oct 2 2016, 06:25 AM Post #17 | ||||
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With rage still clouding the barbarian's vision, Erubiel watched the form of the flailing fishman soar through the air and crash through a number of walls. This was the strength that he was renown for and one that had branded him a fine swordsman. With a low growl, he returned his sights towards Jack, looking down on him. "Your eyes tell me that you're strength is much greater than you think... You've got much to learn. To say you'll prove to be a challenge in the future, will be one worth noting. Tetehehehehe" the man rumbled. The cape that hung by his right shoulder fluttered; Eren appearing there, staring daggers at the man. She whispered something to him, which made the masked man nod. "Tell the men to grab the rest of the food. We're done here," the man nodded, walking past Jack as he did so. |
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| ♦ Franky | Oct 2 2016, 10:22 AM Post #18 | ||||
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Though not dying suited Jack just fine right this moment, being complimented on the strength he didn't have drove figurative daggers into his heart. And he felt only worse when Erubiel walked past him suddenly. After that, he did not know what to do. For a moment, he just stood there, motionless, and tears started dropping from his eyes. He couldn't stop them. He couldn't even feel them. All he knew at that moment was the hot rage inside him. He couldn't stop that either. But then again he wasn't trying to. He was trying to make it his own. To embrace it. I will never lose again! he promised himself fervently, I will never lose to anyone! He was not thinking about how he would manage such a task. He wasn't thinking at all really. He was just following his rage and his instinct. When finally he regained focus, he looked around him and noticed the shattered pieces of Kaiyo as if for the first time. He owed it to the sword to try and fix it at least, so he gathered the little pieces on the ground and put them in a little pouch attached to his waistband, then he removed the big piece stuck to the wall and put it in the bottom of the sheath, underneath the rest of Kaiyo. After that he remembered the almost human shaped person who had tried to defend him. He didn't know what the hell he was, but he was definitely a male. That much at least was certain beyond doubt, given how he whipped his business right in front of everyone and all. The funny in that scene only caught up with Jack right this moment, and it kind of helped him quell his rage. He chuckled to the antics of the stranger for a bit before remembering that he was hit too. He didn't want the man to see any traces of tears on him, so he wiped his face as well as he could, and directed himself through the walls. That was really a very bad time to get the urge to piss, but Jack was never one for good timing. His confrontation with Erubiel that was at least a few years too early testified of that. Being that he couldn't really hold it in too much, he whipped his business and started pissing right in the path Solomon was coming from, not realizing how close he was. |
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| Crispy | Oct 10 2016, 04:39 PM Post #19 | ||||
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Sol didn't know what to do. He'd stormed back, full of sound and fury. Ready to unleash his barely restrained rage on the fat human who'd put him through a towns worth of walls and made him confront some very serious Daddy issues. The bastard. And he was fucking gone. Not a sign of him to be found, and all he could smell on the air was his own blood streaming from his nose. Sol bellowed in unintelligible rage before spinning into a punch that tore a gouge from the already ruined stone wall of a nearby house. "How the fuck am I supposed to make myself feel better when there's no one here to hurt!" He screamed at the terrified populace. Wait! His brain stuttered and a neuron fired like the backed exhaust of a long abandoned car. That drippy twat in the dressing gown was right there! He must have seen where the fat human went! Sol half stormed half sprinted towards the Samurai before sticking his chin out and squaring up to the much taller man. "Where'd that big bellied bastard run off to!?" He rumbled, like a small tractor, "I've got something for him, it's blue, it's got five webbed toes, and it's my foot up his ass!" The fucker couldn't have gotten far on foot, he was the size of a baby killer whale for God's sake! He'd probably keel over or stop for a stick of butter or something. |
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Mortimer Montgomery • Crew Position: Quartermaster • Profession: Chef • Crew: The Jacks Of All Trades • Threat: 186 • SD Earned: 348 • Beli: 17,000,500 • L: Grand Line: Route Two Solomon Th'uul • Crew Position: N/A • Profession: Martial Artist • Crew: N/A • Bounty: 7,500,000 • SD Earned: 150 • Beli: 53,500,000 • L: Grand Line: Route Three | |||||
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| ♥ Dusk | Oct 15 2016, 03:57 PM Post #20 | ||||
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"I... Know... You..." The sound of a sword unsheathing echoed through the street, the sound even reaching the quiet and empty docks. The air would stay calm before the bar in which Erubiel had entered would shake. the top half of it would soon slide, a horizontal line having formed along it. The building would slowly begin to slide off. With a sudden burst of wood and debris, the massive form of Erubiel would appear, having back pedalled to the point that he was able to smash through both the door and the accompanying wall. In his right hand was his massive sword, whilst the helmet that he wore on his head now had a single, straight cut on it. As the pirate skirted back along the street, now being in Jack's full view, alongside Solomon's, had he chosen to enter the seen, they would see that the helmet would crumble away, revealing a portion of the Tetsujin's face. Half his mouth now revealed, they would see the grimace that had formed. "I thought... you were dead..." he muttered in utter disbelief, his head shaking ever so slowly at the words. From the darkness, the glint of a pair of glasses shone, the image darkening as the figure pushed them up along the bridge of their nose. The tip of a long, elegant black katana poked out of the newly formed entrance way. "You... Sunk... My... Ship... Not... Me..." |
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| ♦ Franky | Oct 18 2016, 04:37 AM Post #21 | ||||
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Jack arranged his kimono robe again as he listened to the blue creature's rant about Erubiel. He regarded him cooly until he finished, wondering if he should stake his claim right now. He had decided that Erubiel was his prey. If this man wanted to beat him up, Jack couldn't possibly let that slide under his watch. Though it was hard to see him achieve his goal, and the only reason he had a none to pick with Erubiel was because of Jack himself. He decided simply not to answer. "I didn't see him, I had to pee. I'll find him and beat him up sooner or later though, so don't worry about it too much." After a moment, Jack heard a peculiar creaking noise he had never heard before. He turned to look for it and saw that the entire building of the bar was sliced in half and the continuing noise was that of the top half slowly sliding down the bottom one. He did not think Arbiter MAX could possibly make a clean cut like that, unless Erubiel could swing one of the many blades alone somehow. That seemed far fetched. Maybe it was his sister? No matter who made the cut though the presence of someone new in there seemed certain. Sure enough when the building slid off completely, Erubiel was cowering before someone inside the bar. Is this the man I lost to? was all the samurai could think at that moment. "It certainly looks like someone beat us to him though." he said to the blue man. |
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| Crispy | Oct 27 2016, 02:33 PM Post #22 | ||||
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Solomon listened to the dressing gown human with a carefully maintained scowl on his blue face. Went for a piss. Did you now? Sol inhaled deeply, the sniff echoing a little as it rumbled up into his powerful nose. It was as he suspected! "You can't fool a dogshark's nose, pinky!" he cackled, tapping a webbed finger against the bridge of his nose, smugly. "You ain't pee'd anywhere near here, or recently, I'd be able to smell it! So what're you hiding? Eh!? You friends with the chubster? Maybe you're cruisin' for a bruinin' too? Is that it?" He stepped back cheerfully and spread his arms wide in invitation. "Well it's your lucky day! Because today Solomon Th'uul is selling discount, once in a life time, tickets to the party aboard the ass kicking express. ALL ABOARD! WOO WOOOO!" He honked his imaginary horn with a vigorous air pump before starting towards the man in the dress just as all hell started breaking loose. An entire pub got sliced clean in half and fatty came stumbling from the wreckage looking like someone had just shat in his porridge. Sol was just about to charge the man when his instincts started screaming at him. He wanted to be gone from this place, something very nasty was here. Solomon could feel the hair on the back of his neck raise up and his black eyes narrowed. There! A sword, a black one, started emerging from the darkness followed by the human that held it. Whoever this guy was he'd turned the human who'd knocked him through a town's worth of building's into his little bitch in one swing. This guy meant business. And he smelt wrong. Like crazy wrong. Sol tightened his fists and lowered into a crouching position, poised to move at the slightest provocation. He wasn't planning on getting suckered again today. Edited by Crispy, Nov 4 2016, 05:29 PM.
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Mortimer Montgomery • Crew Position: Quartermaster • Profession: Chef • Crew: The Jacks Of All Trades • Threat: 186 • SD Earned: 348 • Beli: 17,000,500 • L: Grand Line: Route Two Solomon Th'uul • Crew Position: N/A • Profession: Martial Artist • Crew: N/A • Bounty: 7,500,000 • SD Earned: 150 • Beli: 53,500,000 • L: Grand Line: Route Three | |||||
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| ♥ Dusk | Oct 29 2016, 10:47 AM Post #23 | ||||
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With heaving breaths, it was clear that the Tetsujin had made a great error. Where he had once held himself with poise and prestige, he was now lowered, weary of the next attack of his opponent. He made a great leap backwards, making haste not to allow himself be within striking range of the katana that the opposing swordsman held. He was now much closer towards Jack than he had planned to be. He was also close to the blue skinned fishman that had shown his such disrespect beforehand. "Can't say I quite like this change of pace," the large man muttered. Without looking towards Jack, he made a nod towards the bespectacled figure far in front of them. "The man I was talking about, the one I killed. Seems I didn't really blow him to bits after all," he explained, recollecting his voyage along the seas where he had spotted the once legendary figure of Laquer before unleashing cannon fire on his little ship. He had thought they had blown not only the unaware swordsman and his cargo to bits. "I'm getting the hell outta here as fast as I can... Eren already made her run for it to my ship. I dunno how he'll take to you though..." he trailed off, awaiting for any response from Jack. He couldn't tell what his opponent was feeling, the former Kongju still remaining in the darkness of the pub, the man having destroyed all of the lights. "Show... Me... A... Good... Fight..." the man muttered before slashing at the air. He did so in such a way that a blade of air cut blew towards the trio. The only distinguishing feature of this shockwave was that it was completely silent. As it came close Erubiel made a swing with his massive sword, some of the looser blades became unhinged, causing swords to fall off, easily within reach of Jack and his accomplice if both chose to attempt to fight. |
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| ♦ Franky | Oct 31 2016, 03:31 PM Post #24 | ||||
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After the scene unfolded in front of them, Jack finally registered what Solomon had been saying while he was distracted. He leaned in closer behind the crouching man he had just realized was one of the fabled fishmen and addressed him in a low deadpan voice full of scorning skepticism: "Dogshark? Is that why you're blue? Maybe your nose doesn't smell piss because you're used to pissing yourself." Jack then removed a chicken bone that he was saving for later from his pocket and bit off the meat in one big gulp, then threw it in front of the fishman a little distance between him and the new figure: "Here... go fetch." Erubiel recovered from his blow then and spoke up, and Jack's eyes widened in disbelief: "You mean he's one of the Kongju?" Jack's chest was still wet with blood from the injury inflicted on him by Erubiel, but that somehow got him excited again. He was incorrigible like that. His hands instinctively hugged at the handles of his two swords, even if one of them was broken. He ignored Erubiel's talk about leaving, since all the magic was dispelled when Jack realized that he hadn't actually have the achievement that he claimed under his belt. He was still interested in defeating Erubiel some day, but he had lost most respect for him. Maybe Kaiyo breaking was just a coincidence after all. Maybe Erubiel wasn't as insurmountable as our fight implied. Maybe he isn't worth being more than a stepping stone for me. he thought. "Hey Shark Dog. How about we fight this guy together. He'll probably wipe the floor with us, but It'll be good sport if we can manage to distract him a bit." he proposed to the fishman. He stood up then, facing the newcomer to the scene. He was able to look into the restaurant clearly after most of the top half skid off crashing into a nearby street. The bartender was dead on the floor. "Man, this place's cooking was the best. Why would you go and do such a thing? Now I gotta find another place that serves chicken flavored takoyaki. Yeah, that's right. It's octopus meat balls, but with chicken flavor on top." this was all of course, just a distraction so he could gain the element of surprise, as he leaped forward in front of the man, and tried to swing both his swords in a cross motion in front of him, to see how this guy would parry. Edited by Franky, Oct 31 2016, 03:31 PM.
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| Crispy | Nov 4 2016, 05:24 PM Post #25 | ||||
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It had occurred to Sol that what he could smell more than anything, aside from toast to go with his gratuitous head trauma, was his own urine. And that if he concentrated really really hard he could just about make out the human's pee under his more pungent and masculine aroma. That meant a couple of things: 1. That his nose was on the fritz. Which put it on the bench along with his ringing ears, throbbing head, sore eyes, and that spot with the rash. and 2: The wanker in the dressing gown had been telling him the truth. "Look pinky, I know sometimes you've just gotta go, but when a big sack of human bacon knocks a handsome fishman through most of a town before getting a rind sliced off by a stab happy nutcase, that's not really a good time to nip off for a quick dribble. Know what I mean?" Maybe the human had hit his head too, that just wasn't normal behaviour not even for humans. I mean, I'm no expert or nothin', he thought mildly as he watched the psycho human advance on the fat one with a barely restrained glee. But I've seen a few humans in tight spots at this point, and not one has trotted off for a wee during the proceedings. Not a one. This human's got a weak bladder. Or his head's not on straight, one of the two. Then the human did something very silly, he accused Sol of pissing himself and told him to go fetch. If he hadn't already been running red hot with rage he would have burst a blood vessel. Piss himself!? He hadn't done that in public since he was 15! And Mum had said not to worry about it, that it happened to all boys his age they were just better at hiding it! The bastard! And that jab about going fetch was beyond the pail! Oh I get it, he fumed, dogfish so obviously he plays fetch right!? Goddamn racist! The old fuckers back home had been spot on, these human's are savages. He couldn't let this dress wearing nancy twat get away with it! Not after everything his people had gone through, not after all he'd gone through today! Let this smug pink shit-eater tell him to go fucking fetch!? Everything else the samurai said was a rush of blood and thumping in Solomon's eardrums as he raged to himself, every muscle in his body clenching and unclenching as he readied himself for a sudden attack. Just as the samurai leapt at the other human's, all full of piss and vinegar, well....not so much full of piss he guessed, Solomon lunged at the samurai. "Gosenmaigawara Seiken!" He fist rushed towards the distracted human like a great blue meteorite, with the fury of the oppressed and the reasonably pissed off behind it.
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| ♥ Dusk | Nov 8 2016, 04:52 PM Post #26 | ||||
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As the two adventurers appeared to squabble amongst themselves, Erubiel's face twisted into one of anger, something which his now visible mouth was able to show. "Will ye get a grip on yourselves!" he roared, swatting at the silent shockwave, sending bits of his sword across the battlefield. With a grunt, he attempted to rocket off towards the side, escaping the range of the bespectacled man. With his main target now attempting to escape, the dark haired man turned to look towards the fishman and the samurai. With his black katana raised, he entered a stance befitting of a defensive style, the elegant blade looming over his head as he readied for Jack's first attack... Only to find that someone else beat him to it. As Solom performed his technique on the samurai, Laquer stood there silently. Blinking to himself, the man took a swift step forwards before swinging his blade, something behind his eyes gave the indication that he had been somewhat infuriated. Instead of the blade reaching its intended target, something heavy smashed against it, sending flecks of metal into Rhodes' face. "Jack! What did I just tell you!" Erubiel roared, having returned to defend the man he had just fought. "I can't have someone like you die! Not before you get good enough for me to do it!" |
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| ♦ Franky | Nov 13 2016, 07:28 AM Post #27 | ||||
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Jack, being preoccupied with his own thoughts about all the swordsmen involved in this fight, and being completely oblivious to the fact that he pissed off Solomon, went on happily with his attack, not knowing that he should have been watching his own back. The hit connected with the side of his chest so violently that he heard his bones crack more than they had been from Erubiel's attack, and he was even thrown off balance away from Lacker. Though to his dismay, when he regained his balance, he found the master swordsman on him. It was one thing to attack him fully knowing what to expect and have the stronger guy be on the defensive, but being cornered like this clearly meant that he would get heavily injured again. Fortunately, before he could raise his own swords in the path of Erubiel's attack, something that seemed impossible anyway given the cumulative pain in his abdomen and chest, Erubiel intervened to help him, and he stood there watching helplessly. Somehow, this answered his earlier question better than an actual confrontation with Lacker, and the answer was that he was too far away from either of them to judge how strong they were. He was just wasting his time here and he should be training his butt off if he wanted to become strong enough at any point in time. "I think I understand what you mean now." he told Erubiel as he bolted from there running, "I'm going to beat you both someday though." As he ran from the scene, he smiled at the Fishman again on his way and said: "I have a score to settle with you too, don't you dare fucking die here, Shark Dog." |
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| Crispy | Nov 24 2016, 06:11 PM Post #28 | ||||
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Solomon had no idea what was going on! Nobody was acting like sane people, the tit in the dress had just gotten knocked flat on his ass then ran off telling him not to die. Cheers mate, good advice, wouldn't have thought of that. Git. Meanwhile fatty and the nutcase seemed resolved to just fight it out and ignore the pair of them, when here he was, all geared up and ready to go. "I'd say you assholes are blue balling me," he growled, fists un-clenching and snarling face becoming more of a sulking pout. "But for me that's sort of just how they hang, you know." Humans needed better fucking analogies for being let down after being led on. Like, "dangle cocked"....or "moist but empty", maybe not, but he wasn't a languager! He was a puncher! And these fuckers weren't going to play ball! "You know what!?" He shouted, throwing his hands up and gesturing at the whole town. "All of you lot? Wasting my time! Next time I mail myself somewhere it shan't be here, I'll tell you that for fucking nothing. 0 Star review, whereverthefuckthisis! Will not return, don't think much of the vibe. Too many fat people! Cross dressers, and mental patients!" He spun on his heel and began to march off towards the beach, a concerned looking human holding his staff out to him as he went past. "Thank you." He grumbled in a small voice as he stomped by, taking his staff and sticking it to his back in that inexplicable way people with back strapped weapons do. When he hit the beach he didn't stop for a boat, or even look for one, he simply marched straight into the sea. It was after a few miles of sulky grumble filled marching that Solomon Th'uul realised something rather important. He had no idea where he was or what direction to go. He was also in the Grand Line, which was famous for- A large bubbling, incredibly Seaking like, growl began echoing through the water just behind him. He sighed, "Yeah, it's been that sort of day." Edited by Crispy, Nov 24 2016, 06:13 PM.
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| ♥ Dusk | Nov 26 2016, 05:49 AM Post #29 | ||||
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The battle between Erubiel and Laquer wouldn't last longer then three minutes. With the sudden bursts of power that both swordsmen released, they would begin to draw a sizeable crowd. The moment that there were at least a dozen people per streets, the bespectacled swordsman fled. Disappearing from view, leaving Erubiel to wonder what drove him off before he too retreated to rejoin his dear sister. His thoughts were cast off to the swordsman he had met today, vowing that they would meet again along the seas and when they did... They'd settle things. Jack - 9 SD, 5,400,000.Solomon - 7 SD, 3,500,000.
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