Alan spewed the blade from his maw. The metal crashed against the cave floor, tinkering to a halt after it fell. The fist that had made contact with the pirate sent flying opened and closed. He made sure no bones were broken, clenching the fingers into a tight ball. Afterward, he pounded his exposed chest with that closed, right fist. Repeatedly, it slammed against his skin as he bellowed a victorious laugh. His chest swelled a bright red as it rose with every roar and chuckle.

[color=gold]"HUA HUA HUA! HUA HUA HUA!"[/color]

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The titanic man swiveled in place, keeping one foot to the floor as he turned. Everything about the man was large, including his presence. He placed two hands upon his hips, green eyes surveying the gladiator crew. Noticing one of the pirates had fallen to the cave floor, he began sauntering over. The cave echoed with every step as he approached, rubber tread upon stone. Extending his tire-sized hand, he held it open in front of Zypha to assist her to her feet, if she accepted. He would remain there with his colossal smile before addressing Zypha's crew.

[color=gold]"OH, I DO APPRECIATE A CREW WHO HAS GOOD FUN! LET'S BAND TOGETHER, UNTIL THE GOLD FADES FROM OUR EYES!"[/color]