Nello Mackenzie placed a hand to his mouth and let out a long yawn. He had certain duties later tonight, so he figured he'd get a little beauty sleep before carrying them out... That was, until a loud commotion interrupted his nap. Were those barbaric marines off and fighting each other again? He grimaced at the thought and put on his Marine cap before standing up from his hammock and looking out the window. He thought the light from outside that shone in the barracks was that of the sunset, not fire lighting up the dark, night sky. He paled at the realization.
He had overslept! The commanding officer was sure to scold him! Probably even have him clean the shower room - Oh, the horror!... Wait. No. There were more pressing issues at hand. It appeared that a good ol' pirate crew had come to save one of their prisoners, and in a very loud and showy way, he might add. Nel quickly grabbed his cutlass and ran out of the barracks towards the courtyard. Rarely had there been such large-scale attacks for the sake of a prisoner. Weren't pirates supposed to be an evil lot that could care less about their fallen mates? He never figured they were one for camaraderie. As he headed towards his destination, he passed by various other marines either advancing or retreating. He took no heed of them as he ran towards the heart of the fray. Nel saw no sight of their commanding officer, so he assumed that he had went towards Shihachi to help protect the civilians, which meant that they needed as much fighting force to make up for their absent leader.
Sword at the ready, he ran towards the enemy... before suddenly faltering when a low-ranked soldier was thrown back by one of the lieutenants and realizing that he himself was of the same low-rank. If dozen of his ability had failed, how could he succeed?! He refocused his attention on the opponent, quickly raising up his sword in the nick of time when the woman brought down one of her metal rods towards him. With both of his hands preoccupied with holding up his sword as a shield, the woman swung her other rod towards his side. The wind was knocked out of him as he was knocked away by a few feet. He slowly stood up while she was distracted by other marines. Nel clutched onto his side and narrowed his eyes on the woman, now finally taking note of her appearance.
An orange dress?! With her complexion and hair color?! Has she lost her mind?! Irritation and anger bubbled with him as he wielded his sword again. He caught sight of another marine close to him heading towards the enemy, a very unique weapon in his hand. Ah yes, he had seen this marine that wielded this mace and sickle weapon before... What was his name again? Well, it didn't matter. So long as he understood what needed to be said. Nel placed a hand on his shoulder before he could move forward. "Listen here... um, Hansel, that disgustingly attired woman is mine, understood?" Before Nel could hear the reply, he ran towards the female lieutenant again... only to be knocked away again by another hit. Not graceful at all! He was pathetic with a sword, and yet he desperately wanted to beat this woman... With a firm resolve to rid the world of all that is ugly, he threw his sword to the side, placed one foot in front of the other, raised his right arm upward and his left arm to his side. "Prepare yourself to see my grace and elegance!"