[b]Location:[/b] Main Plaza

After seemingly waiting on something, the big fish started moving. With a few words, the man they called the 'Pirate Executioner' was running through the plaza, showing off an unreal amount of speed and agility. Not only was the man strong but he was also quick, he wouldn't be the wisest choice to fight right off the bat. He was running straight towards the executioner platform without showing any signs of slowing down. Instead of simply climbing it he did something astonishing, he decided to [i]run[/] not climb but [i]RUN[/i] up the platform. [b]"Simply incredible"[/b] Kurama muttered to himself. Returning his attention to the mass, that was seemingly growing ever more impatient and ready to strike, they all heard a deafening sound, a wretched sound it was. No surprise it was Chesire, with his ever infamous grin made a speech out to everyone.

As the speech started winding down, and the mood darkening, he couldn't help but glare at Chesire. On the surface, it looked like Kurama detested the last bit of Chesire's speech, but internally, something slowly stirred. Opening and closing his hands, he moved them closer to his blades. He came here prepared for something like this and looks like the moment is here. Though, he thought the marines would've shown themselves first but it seems they're waiting for something. [b]"Maybe they're counting on us to cut each other down and make it easier for them. hmm."[/b] With a smile, [b]"Well, if that's what it takes for them to come out of hiding...."[/b] Taking out Kurenai, he glanced at Chesire and the boy he seen from earlier before turning back around and cutting down some grunts. "Just beating them down isn't going to get me anywhere." Kurama sounded bored as he sheathed Kurenai and reached for his other sword. [b]"Well Yamaoroshi, time to get some exercise, once in awhile won't hurt..."[/b]

Putting his hand on the sheath, he crouched down. Taking a deep breath, he takes katana out, he draws it outward as a group of incoming pirates stopped, shocked upon seeing the sword go up in flames. Not wasting anymore time, he steps in and swings it at the mob, [b]"Here, catch!"[/b]. Without having anytime to know what hit them, they were blasted by a wave of fire. Though unwise for ones attention to wander in battle, he couldn't help but look back at the boy who ran his mouth to Chesire. [b]"Is that boy stupid?"[/b] [i]The boy is going to get himself killed...[/i] Shaking his head, [b]"It doesn't concern me."[/b] Turning to face the oncoming wave, he takes one last look before returning his attention to the rabble. Dodging low, he cuts down another one.

[center][b]"Survival Of The Fittest, hmph."[/b][/center]