JACKAL VENTMAW

Location:
Archepeligo known as the Conomi Islands.

Interacting:
@Ira
@LokiLeo789
@malmshodes
@NachoBachoPacho

I looked at the marines and their effective formation. Shields that can hold against my fire projectiles with well armed soldiers in a perfect position, a type of formation I would expect from a war general, not from a mere marine captain. Nonetheless, despite how well placed this formation was, it was all for not, as their attempt at shooting me proved useless, bullets ricocheting off of my reptilian scales and armor. Grinning through my saurian head and monstrous teeth, I would leap down from the building, crushing a few of the front lines beneath my feet and arms as I was on all fours, I made sure to keep my behemoth of a body low to the ground to ensure my weak spot isn't open, and would proceed to trample and barge through the formation, breaking it down the center while my tail gave heavy swings each way, each blow of the tail would send soldiers flying this way and that. After breaking through the very center of what was left of the formation, I would rotate myself 360 degrees in a fast and furious motion, sending all around me flying at least 15 feet with a heavy strike and would follow up with a triumphant and intimidating roar. Their bullets could not injure me, spears unable to pierce me, swords unable to cut me, and their shields can only take so much before the man behind them looses strength and falls on his back. Finishing my tauntful shout, my still opened mouth would suddenly light up like a massive furnace or forge, first with crimson and yellow light like that of molten metal, but soon becoming radiated in flames. I would then breathe down a massive stream of fire down upon the regathering horde of marine grunts, making a trail of fire in one direction. By now those who have had survived thus far were either fleeing, calling for back up, or trying to hold their ground. More marines, mostly gunners, tried to rush and gun me down but for the time being I ignored them as their bullets were yet again ineffective. I may not be able to take down any of the elite captains but against these grunts I am unstoppable.

I paused, stopping my carnage as I looked over to the coast to see the destruction of a marine ship, with residues of Xerxes's electric flame. "Better be careful he doesn't blow up our own ship too." I muttered as my tail would strike a marine who tried to stand back up, the armored tail acting like a spear as it pierced through his chest. "Forgive me, but I cannot let my comrades be captured." I spoke to the marines in a more beastly voice as I tossed the corpse of the marine aside with a flick of the tail. I'd then prepare another gauge of burning breathe.

ANARU KAHURANGI

Location: Archepeligo known as the Conomi Islands.

Interacting: @LokiLeo789

Anaru frowned, he hadn't expected this pirate to be so fast, as to catch his 'nail', Anaru gave credit for that, and the man couldn't have known 'Nail's true effect. as Xerxes' palm catches the blow, the cone of force around Anaru's punch vanishes with a whistle. Anaru's body seemed to be chilled to the core, when Xerxes said, with his quiet, but filled with bloodlust voice "cull the meek." afterwards Anaru only heard his heartbeat, but he knew what must be done. the nail was set, it was time for the hammer.

Anaru's body shook, his gorilla hair seemed to bristle up, fluff up, and flatten against his body, his muscles expanding as he brought his other hand forward. it struck the hand held by Xerxes. in a booming voice, that seemed to echo, Anaru shouted "HAMMER!" a funnel of force erupts, tearing apart everything behind Xerxes, even a bit of the ocean itself was missing a chunk. but that wasn't the worst of it, nail was made to pierce, hammer was made to shatter what nail had pierced, Xerxes had inadvertently let himself get 'pierced' by nail, so his arm would suffer for it, Anaru was about to smile, until he got blown up.

Anaru flew across the air, "This is gonna leave a mark." he thought out loud, at least that pirate, Xerxes' arm would be out of commission, at least that's what he assumed, last time he 'hammered' someone's arm it turned into red vapor, he doubted the same would happen to a pirate as dangerous as him, but the damage would be great regardless. Anaru then went through a burning house, and hit the ground with a thunderclap. the pain was intense, most men would give up, call it quits and lay down, but Anaru couldn't give up, his men weren't, not even when faced with that dragon, so Anaru stood. his body shaking, blood dripping down him. his clothing was shredded except for a tanktop, and his pants. he didn't realize until now, but the impact shook him so hard, he went out of his hybrid mode. "Rock..SOLID!" Anaru shouted, raising his fists into a defensive stance infront of him, THIS was the reason people called him the stubborn gorilla.

@Ira
"Inside the ship?" Melany arched a brow and thought about that for a moment. Killing wasn't something she had any fondness for doing, and it seemed like there was going to be a melee that she didn't have any personal stakes in. Besides, if everyone of her crew mates died, or worst, failed in repelling the attack, a single well trained individual like herself could sneak away much easier than a group of powerful individuals who preferred to punch instead of duck. There was always a bright side if you took a moment to find it. "Aye. Aye. Captain." She gave a quick salute and turned to hurry into the ship. "Best of luck guys. Be careful. I am this ship's doctor, but everyone needs a good night's sleep. So, please don't come back full of bullet holes, knife wounds, chemicals burns, or half your skull crushed in, okay?" She didn't wait for anyone to reply before turning to make her way towards their new ship. She got a few steps before hearing the captain speaking to someone named Xelo.

"Hmm?" she mumbled, turning around to give the figure a look. From what she could tell the man didn't seem like anything special, but in a world where anyone could do anything with the bite of a piece of fruit that didn't mean much. What did was how her captain offered the man a seat on their vessel if he helped them. Whoever he was, he was definitely note worthy, if only as a way to better understand the man she was currently under. Her eyes narrowed at the stranger, at Xelo. "I don't trust you." She muttered.

There was an explosion, several. The sound of whoomping air filled the air. "Hmmm?" She mouthed as she turned her attention over to the first mate and his battle with what was probably a marine. There would be a lot of marines soon. Even with the fleet decimated like it was there wasn't a lack of uneven odds. "Better hurry." She mumbled before hurrying over towards the ship. She paused a moment before jumping at the end of the walk to land safety on the poop deck. "Alright." She muttered as she hurried over to the other side to check to see how her crew was doing. "I better start prepping." She frowned and thoughtfully touched her finger to her lips. "I wonder if anyone would consider that a jinx?" She shrugged her shoulders and hurried down tot he medbay.

"If you two can come up with any way to make the ship go a bit faster then go for it."

Freya had asked, as Johnny scoffed, looking over at Zepp. "You know, I actually quite like the cannonball Idea. We've done something like that a couple of times before. I'll be able to deal with large crowds, we'll go scope out the port, deal with any pirates we find. Buy you lot enough time to make it to the Island, before the whole place goes to shit." The Ensign spoke, showing that behind his goofy attitude, he still had some brains.

Turning to Zepp, he grinned. "You wanna go bomb some pirates?" Turning to the crew. "Target the cannon, we'll go in on the dock where you'll be landing." Johnny spoke to the Seaman Marine, whom nodded, positioning the cannon.

That's when the Den-Den Mushi rang, and it was a panicked member of Anaru's ship. Loud explosions could be heard, shouting about them being under attack and needing emmidiate backup. "I suppose we had better hurry, then." Johnny mentioned. "Change the direction of the cannon to Anaru's ship."

Hearing the commotion on the other end of the Den Den Mushi, Zepp shook his head and met up with the marine placed in charge of loading the cannonball, quickly touching the surface of the black sphere. In a split second, Zepp's body melded onto the cannonball, leaving no trace behind. If it weren't for the fact that the ball itself was black, one would have seen a shadow along its curvature in Zepp's shape. Once a few seconds had passed, Zepp's hand reached out of the ball, giving an "OK" sign to Johnny and the cannon's operator.

They'd have to get this over with quickly, since it was pretty clear that whoever the person was causing the destruction wasn't one to be trifled with. At the very least, they gave the Gorilla trouble, simple-minded as he was. Withdrawing his arm into the cannonball, Zepp waited for the next phase of this unorthodox joint assault.

Johnny grinned as Zepp attached to the cannon ball, he himself smiled at Freya. "We'll be back in a bit." He mentioned, signaling at the cannon operator to fire, and as the operator did, Johnny turned into his smoke form, and a white hand grabbed onto the ball soaring through the sky, letting it drag him with it, as he in his smoke form weighed next to nothing.

Soaring out of eyesight of the marine vessel within seconds, the two riding atop of the canon ball approached the dock, they were going to land several hundred meters away from Anaru's ship - that now lit up in a gigantic explosion. In the water to boot. Obviously, that would be pretty terrible for the two Devil Fruit users.

In fact, it would be the worst.

Johnny moved quickly, staying in his smoke form, he grasped the canon ball Zepp was on, and used the Geppo technique to gain altitude, and the Soru technique to gain momentum. The smoke covering his actions, nobody would really notice that the cannon ball changed altittude, as they were otherwise occupied.

The cannon ball was aimed at the man in the mask, the one fighting Anaru, but Anaru's attack sent the two of them out of the hit-range, the cannon ball hitting in between the two, Johnny emerging from the explosion in a cloud of thick, white smoke, a lit cigarette between his fingers, coughing as he inhaled the smoke from his tobacco stick.

"Sup." Johnny spoke, calmly, looking at Anaru, and then at the criminal in the mask. "Nice mask. You do realize that demolishing a Marine vessel is a crime met with execution, right? Life in prison, if you have a lawyer. Unless you're a pirate, I mean, then you wouldn't get one." He spoke, softly, looking to the side. A squad of marines fighting valiantly as some sort of Dragon-dinosaur beast-thing. Turning his head towars the Silverback Marine. "You okay there.. Sir?" He said, a hint of sarcasm in his words.

"All right, Sparky Boom-Boom Man, you wanna tango?" Johnny said taking a battle stance, his legs widely apart, kind of like a spaghetti-westen look, the cigarette in his lip, him reaching for the pistols he carried on his waist.

And they thought patroling the East Blue would be calmer than the Grandline.

Shortly after Johnny materialised, Zepp's form appeared back in three-dimensional space in a sitting position atop the cannonball. "Y'know, Baldy, these things cost taxpayer money." he remarked, adding on to Johnny's comment on the criminal aspect of the explosive man's actions. Frankly, Zepp didn't much care about that sort of thing, but he might as well lay the guilt on thick. Then again, the pirates in question probably didn't much care.

"So, you think you're about ready to take a nap in a nice prison bed, or do me and my friend here gotta sing you a lullaby?" Zepp remarked, smug expression never fading from his face. However, despite how lackadaisical his words sounded, there was a wave of what almost felt like killing intent dripping from them.

---

"..."

"They better not die en-route. The paperwork for that would not be pretty."

Turning back to her lounging spot, Freya snatched her justice coat off its hook, throwing it over her shoulders before grabbing her sword, which had been propped against the chair. Affixing it to her hip, she made her way back to the edge of the upper deck, watching as the Conomi Islands grew steadily closer.

Location:

• Archepeligo known as the Conomi Islands.

Interacting:

• @NachoBachoPacho
• @RyoRyoRyoken
• @Tsukoreyu
• @malmshodes
• @dragonmancer
• @Ira

---

As the smoke cleared, Xerxes found the gorilla man about a block away, his clothing in taters, bloody, and defiantly in pain, but up and screaming. Xerxes sighed, this Marine was to stubborn for his own good. Even after a force like that, the marine was still able to get up. No doubt though the big guy would guy would sustain internal injures, an explosion like that could obliterate a full grown man, a gorilla man was a whole different story. This whole situation soon had Xerxes cackling, laughing uncontrollably at the gorilla's resilience.

Unfortunately, his laughter was brought to an abrupt end when a sharp pain went through his body. Suddenly, he flashed back to the moment that took place only a few seconds before.

Another fist appeared, but the one he attempted to block went through, cushioned and slowed by the force of the explosion though. His arm snapped with an resounding crack, but was muffled by the sheer force of the explosion.

Xerxes frowned, the pain was only a dull ache that could be tucked and ignored in the back of his head due to the adrenaline rushing through his veins. Xerxes scratched the back of his head with his good arm, this wasn't good, he would need both to preform at his best. The gorilla might have been injured but that didn't change much.

Gritting his teeth, he yanked his arm back into place, the white bone that once jutted out slid back in place. Then creating a blow torch on his index finger, he ran across the wound in a straight line, effectively cauterizing the wound. This would allow for use, minimal use, but use none the less, that wasn't good enough. Using the little friction that was created for blood cells around the wound. The static electricity produced a spark that stimulated molecules, renewing damaged cells. The healing would be slow going, but at least he could use his arm soon well enough to fight for a few minutes longer.

As Xerxes went about dressing his wound, and explosion rocked the ground in between him and the gorilla man. Two more marines stood within the smoke, one sitting on a cannonball and another emerging from the smoke. Most of what both said fell on deaf ears as he went about healing himself.

"You lot talk to much." Xerxes said sticking his pinky in his ear despondently.

With a sigh Xerxes turned to the Marines, the lenses of his mask seemingly growing brighter. The situation was no longer in his favor, 3 on 1 was a bad idea. With a smile, Xerxes realised that he had his back to the wall, this was the perfect opportunity to use 'it'.

Suddenly, Xerxes' body lit up like a flare, a sphere of pure electricity and fire surrounding his body. Utilizing the field of static that he kept just a few inches off the surface of his skin began to go into overdrive. The friction it created with the air molecules created a massive spark, but Xerxes controlled it, condensed it, similar to the way he controlled his 'Primordial Burst". The energy being released literally ate the oxygen in the air, making it hard to breath for all those in the area.

"Grand Ray Prim…"

Before Xerxes could let it rip, Marxo called to him. Within seconds he was able to assess the situations. With a 'snap', the powerful attack was dispelled in a bright flash. Propelling himself with bursts of fire on the soles of his feet, he threw himself onto the Main Mast of the Mental.

"Thank god, thought I was gonna have to deal with thier non-stop talking. he said exasperatedly as he leaned on the pole, a deep breath leaving his lips. He was gonna need some time with Melany to get rid of all his wounds, at least he could see the power of the mysterious man on the stern.

At the captain's remark about whiskey, Church paused briefly and looked down at the apple in his hands. "I imagine it'd be pretty difficult to find a fruit vendor selling liquor," he commented, before taking one last bite from the apple. Now reduced to mostly just its core he casually tossed it over his shoulder. Much to the surprise of anyone watching, bar Sancho, it landed perfectly in a trash can on the other side of the tavern near the bar. "But you aren't wrong. That's why I came back here instead of just ditchin' ya."

Church rose to his feet after Sancho did, though instead of heading directly to the door he approached the bar first. "Whiskey, a whole bottle if you'd be so kind." After providing the cash to match the booze, the bartender simply handed him the bottle nervously. The tension in the town was affecting most everyone and the bartender was a bit bothered by the fact that Sancho and Church seemed immune to it. The exchange was brief so it took no effort for Church to catch back up with his captain after he stepped out the door. Once he was alongside Sancho he slowed his pace to match and opened his bottle. "Let's see... the Marines are surrounding a cafe a couple blocks away, the ones who set off the alarm seem to be inside, and Samehana is on the roof across the street..." Church began to report, before taking a swig of his liquor.

"Don't know why she is where she is, but there are Marines on the rooftops as well and one up there with her. Reckon we'll have to scare them off or do you think she can get away without redirecting the Marines to us? I'm perfectly fine with them arresting some other crew, not so fine with them bothering us." After another swig he wiped his mouth and screwed the cap back on the bottle and holding down at his side with his right hand as he rested his left arm on the two guns on his belt. "Having a low bounty going into the Grand Line will do us more favors than making too many scenes in public, after all. But I already got a feeling that the rest of us are going to have bounties after this..."

As the two casually approached the street that was presently host to both the Marines and the Red Hood pirates, Church let out a distinct and loud whistle. One that probably would go unnoticed over the commotion for most, but people who were less flustered would hear it. A signal for Samehana that Church and Sancho were on the scene. "Up there." Church pointed to the rooftop of the building across the street from the cafe that was being swarmed by Marines. Whether his captain continued walking down this street or not didn't matter as Church continued to walk casually, still holding the bottle of whiskey. Despite suspicious looks from several Marines and civilian stragglers, he moseyed on up to the ground next to the building Samehana and Ryuma were on. "Hey!" he called up. "Quit foolin' around and get down here! We've got shit to do! You can play with the Marines later!" Some of the people around gave him a strange look for this behavior, despite the fact it was obvious he was shouting to someone on that roof. It was more so how casual and uncaring he was in this situation. The epitome of calm among a chaotic scene where a battle was just minutes from breaking out.

Samehana couldn’t help but roll her eyes. ”That’s kind of a huge logical leap, isn’t it? I’m just trying to watch the show~.” Samehana chirped, pretending to pout for a moment. She decided to ignore the comments about her being a potential stalker, though she came dangerously close to bursting into laughter. Trying to convince this guy that she wasn’t a pirate looked like it was about to be a lost cause at the rate things were going. Not like it’d matter much at the end of the day. Though, there was something to be said about how quickly the man decided to reach for the seastone cuffs he had at his side.

”Bringing out handcuffs already? And to think we haven’t even had our first date yet~.” the Fishwoman joked, placing her hands on her hips. It was almost cute how naive this Marine appeared to be. As if she was just gonna let this guy slap a pair of cuffs on her and call it a day. Not just because that’d bevan annoying, albeit entirely fixable, situation. But on principle of the fact that she really hadn’t done anything wrong but “spying”, if she let Mr. Quicktocuff tell it.

”I don’t suppose there’s any way to convince you that this’ll end any way but terribly for you, hm?” she inquired, tilting her head to the side slightly. If this was going to be a fight, she was more than ready. The atmosphere in this town was perfect for it now.

Unfortunately, just as things looked like they were about to get fun, a familiar whistle rang out to the Fishwoman. Church. Samehana let out a sigh of disappointment as she looked down at her cowboy companion. ”Tsk. And we were just getting to the good part…. Alright, I’m coming!” she shouted back before turning to the Marine.
”I guess that’s my cue to get out of here~. Maybe another time, Cuffguy.” she remarked before leaping backwards towards Church with a buttfirst dive, curious as to whether or not he was going to try and dodge or catch her, not as if she needed the latter.
”Same Same Bun Press!” she called out jokingly as she flew posterior-first towards her compatriots.

---

Zepp watched calmly as the masked pirate fixed himself up. Apparently, Anaru had managed to inflict a devastating amount of damage to Mr. Boom’s arm. While his expression remained unchanging, along with his position atop the cannonball, his eyebrows raised a bit as flames and electricity began to emanate from the boy. Slowly, one of his eyes was beginning to open, revealing an iris of vibrant crimson. Zepp raised a hand lazily, though the fingers on said hand were in an interesting position. His thumb was holding down his middle finger in a way that suggested Zepp was going to flick something at the forehead of the human light show in front of him and Johnny. And, although the breathable air was beginning to become sparce in the surrounding area, Zepp seemed unaffected, peculiarly enough. Just before he was about to let his finger go, however, something caught his attention, giving the explosive pirate a chance to escape.

Zepp shrugged as he watched him arc up onto the ship, once again back to looking like he was asleep. ”Tabaku-dono. If you would be so kind as to give our comrade Anaru-dono a hand. It appears we’ve stumbled into a bit of a political conundrum.” Zepp requested politely, tone shifting rather drastically from the one he normally used. Zepp made sure that only Johnny was able to hear him. And Johnny knew fully what the deal was with Zepp at the moment.

Like a punctuation mark on the end of Zepp’s request, the terrain around the Marines was blasted to bits, sending chunks of debris skyborne, only for it to come back down on them. Sighing, Zepp stood up from his seat on the cannonball and began casually sidestepping the fallen debris.

'Not a Marine,' came Dirk's response to the pirate captain, shaking his head emphatically in spite of the tilt it remained at. 'A thing happened. I was in the large house. I'm not now.'

His stare briefly moved from Bogard to the window, eyeing the Marines starting to gather outside before turning back to the pirate captain, abruptly standing from his position as he decided exactly how much the Red Hoods needed to know.

'Was a slave. Can't let them get me.'

And with that, he ducked down beneath the level of the tables and crawled on hands and knees until he reached a hiding spot behind the cafe's bar, in spite of minimal protests from the person behind it (though they left through the front entrance with their hands up shortly afterward, having no personal desire to be attacked by the Marines and seemingly figuring that that was the best way to avoid being killed).

Shortly afterward, the attack began. Glass shattered, smoke flooded the building, and projectiles were fired. Dirk, still seated behind the bar, simply drew his kitchen knife from his coat, ready to kill any Marine who entered the building and thought it would be a good idea to check behind the bar.

@Renny@Ira@Tmitche23@CannedBread

JACKAL VENTMAW

Location:
Archepeligo known as the Conomi Islands.

Interacting:
@Ira
@LokiLeo789
@malmshodes

Just as I was about to exhale another round of hell over the Marines I felt someone tug my arm, and to my suprise I saw Captain Marxo there. With use of his power he got us back to the ship seemingly instantly and the unexpected transportation made me dizzy. I'd shrink back into my normal form, knight-like armor seemingly growing over me as I was no longer a monster, and my hand was over my temple as I was still somewhat dizzy. "Did we all make it on?" I asked as I came to.

@Ira@dragonmancer@LokiLeo789
Back in the ship's med-bay Melany was laying out her medical supplies when her boss's words about getting the ship going reached her ears. "Ugh!" She shouted, slamming the scalpel she was placing on her work table. "Make up your mind." She muttered and hurried back up to the deck to get everything ready, and aim the ship as best she could so at least once it started moving it wouldn't crash back into the island.

"Someday I need a crash course on this stuff at least," she muttered after everything she could've done was done, and she was standing at the helm, aiming the ship so it would move out into the sea. "It wouldn't have to be a long course, details and history could be skipped over, but something!" She grit her teeth. "Practice too. I need to definitely practice." She narrowed her eyes as the ship suddenly got a burst of speed that seemed anything but natural. "What's going on back there!" She called over her shoulder. "Everyone doing okay? If there's a need for medical help then someone's going to have to come up and steer unless whatever's pushing us." Which was exactly when the motion ceased. "Correction, whatever was pushing us, can drive this thing too!"

Jax could not believe this idiot would just walk up to a bunch of pirates and ask them if they were pirates. It was definitely a dangerous technique. It meant he was probably outside of the law right now, just like Jax and his fellow pirates. It also meant that he might be the reason for the sirens and the marines that were all over the place. Though it still might be the Red Hood Crew that is the cause for the alarms, either way they were all in the same boat, if the boat was a restaurant where all the employees had decided to leave.

The stranger probably wasn’t a marine because it was a safe bet that the marines hadn’t decided to teach their spies to just walk up to a pirate captain and ask him about his crimes. Though it would definitely be a good twist on the infiltration of pirate crews, so then they probably shouldn’t let “the slave” learn too much about them. Then again, if he really wasn’t a marine Jax couldn’t just leave him to die. All of these possibilities started to give Jax a headache when out of nowhere came the announcement “You and your accomplices won’t get out alive.”

And with that the glass of the windows shattered and the restaurant was filled with smoke while bullets came whizzing all around the room. Jax dove for cover.

“Captain, you decide whatever you want to do with this former slave. I’m gonna head out and teleport up to one of the roofs so I can get a good count on the marines we are dealing with. Please, please tell me you brought your baby Den Den Mushi or else it might be difficult to help you with my information.”

@Renny @Ira @BCTheEntity @CannedBread

Location:

• On the Mental Floss near the Conomi Islands.

Interacting:

• @Tsukoreyu
• @malmshodes
• @dragonmancer
• @Ira

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With one sword swing the white coat guy was capable of obliterating the dock Bodies, water, concrete was all thrown in to the air as the Mental sailed away. Xerxes found the Marines failure funny, it was as if they could never catch thier targets. After hundreds of civilians and marines were killed or injured, and millions of beli in property damage, they still failed to at least catch one of the Sunny Massacre.

Despite thier apparent victory, Xerxes was a little peeved. He cared little about his body in battle, but the oaf that was that gorilla man injured him. It would be a scar on his perfect resume. A flush of rage rushed through his veins before disappearing completely. He would make sure something like that never happened again. Soon his unwavering resolve became a dull ache, reminding him of his injury.

The healing factor was no longer in effect, which meant he still had a broken arm to deal with. "Damn gorilla." Xerxes mumbled to himself despondently as he jumped down from the Main mast onto the deck below with a grunt. His body was a knot of aches and pains. With the adrenaline rush gone, all that was left was the sharp, hammering pain in in his arm.

Carful to step over Marxo, Xerxes made his way over to Melany, the doctor of the crew. Why she didn't approach him earlier baffled him. "You wouldn't happen to have something for this, would you dear?" he grunted sarcastically as he held his broken arm out to her for her to examine. He would take her up on her call.

Idly looking out at sea, he found himself grinning as he spotted another Navy ship at sea.
"You do all realize that we aren't out of the clear?" he affirmed as he gazed at the ship. The thought of destroying a fourth ship excited him, but the thought of having gorilla man scream 'Rock Solid' made him think twice.

@LokiLeo789
Melany's eyes turned towards Xerxes and gave his arm a quick once over. "It's broken." She muttered. "Here, hold the wheel with your good arm and while I set it." She waited for him to take hold of the wheel before a short piece of wood and some wrap appeared in her hands. "One second" and before the second in command knew it his arm was was in a split, with a wrap that held it up by his shoulders. "There." She muttered, dusting her hands. "It's not too bad, and your still young. So in a day or two it should be back to normal." There were other things she could do for him, chemicals and extracts which would bump up the process, but with a price. There was always a price when you didn't want to stand back and let the body do its thing.

She tilted a little at the look on his face. "I've got some things that could help with the pain, but I know how pirates are with their pride. Would you rather bask in whoever it was that did it?" She shrugged. "Sometimes vengeance fantasies work better than anything a doctor could prescribe."

She blinked and then turned to follow the man's gaze. "That's not a surprise." The red death said, eyeing the approaching enemy vessel. "We're pirates, after all. Is there any time any of us ever gets to bask in the clear?" A short pause. "How's the captain and the Jackal? Think you could hold the wheel while I went and gave them a check? "

Just as Johnny was about to draw his guns on the explosive man in the mask, he was cut short by literally getting cut, a wave of energy tore through him - not doing any damage thanks to his powers, but it tore up the entire area, sending debris falling ontop of them, allowing the pirate to seemingly escape. The rocks fell on him, but they phased straight through him as his skin turned into smoke upon contact, him wrapping around the rocks without any effort. Instead, he followed the Pirate in the mask. He was perhaps being too liberal with his Soru technique to keep up, but he made it to the ship at the time the man in the mask asked who the Marine could but assume was the ship's medic for medical attention. As they did, Johnny appeared on the railing of the ship, holding one of his pistols in his hand, aiming at the doctor.

"Hi." He spoke, softly, cigarette in his hand. "You know, you probably thought you were gonna get away. But you're not that lucky. You guys are grossly out numbered, and outgunned, and it would be in your best interest to just surrender right now." Johnny said. "I only really have to bring a couple of you with me alive." He spoke, pulling back the hammer on his pistol as it was aimed on the nurse.

"Nice Arm." He told Xernes, with a scoff.

Lightning-fast, he changed his aim and fired the bullet at the masked man's shoulder, the one Anaru hadn't broken. "You lot killed a lot of good people today. I, Johnny Tabakomi, Ensign of the 99th Division, cannot let such crimes go unpunished." Flipping the cigarette off of the railing, into the sea.

The ship was sailing, and as such, Johnny dispersed in a poof of smoke, a wave of smoke covered the entire deck of the ship, depraving the pirates of oxygen if they didn't move. "I know at least two of you are devil fruit users, and you're either gonna suffocate, or surrender.

"Smoking Floor"



Having followed Church out, they soon fine Samehana, sitting on a building. That girl had such a knack for getting into trouble. Sancho grunted as he saw the Marines next to her. - He had a bit of a problem with the Marines. They kind of ticked him off. But then again, he had been chased by Grandline marines in his younger days when he, as a Shinra soldier, had been on foreign soil. In comparison, these clowns were nothing more than that. He turned to Church, looking at the Cafe, trouble was probably unavoidable at this point. And he needed a Log Pose.

.. At the same time, if there were this many Marines here, who's guarding the Harbor? A grin crept up on Sancho's face. "You know what, guys? This isn't worth out time." Sancho said, heading towards the row of Marines whom were just about to fire into the Cafe. "Out of the way." He commanded, and hte Marine didn't move. "We're a group of innocent civilians. I happen to be part of the East Blue Bugle. Do you want the headline tomorrow to be 'Marine Seaman holds journalist hostage', hm?" Sancho lied through his teeth, the Marine felt a great unease, and backed off. "W-What about those two?" He asked, pointing at the poncho-wearing gunslinger, and the buxom fishwoman.

"Bodyguard and lover. You figure out who's who." Sancho said, his voice dry with sarcasm, as the three started walking towards the dock, hearing the gunfire erupt behind them. "You know, guys. I sometimes wonder if all Marines are this stupid?" He said, pointing his finger back at the docks that were a few blocks away. "We should hurry." He mentioned.

"We got a ship to.. Commandeer."

ANARU KAHURANGI
Locations: Conomi Islands

Interacting with: @LokiLeo789 @Hillan @RyoRyoRyoken @Ira [@malonshodes] @Tsukoreyu @Pacifista

Anaru glared at Xerxes as he was fleeing, he couldn't let these monsters get away, not after what they had done to this place, and his troops. Anaru reeled his fist back, and said. "Nail gun-" but just before he sent the fist forward, an intense slash tore apart the area around him, raining debris, and rubble, down onto him.

Anaru looked like he was going to bust a vein, as pieces of wood and rock slammed against him, not even shaking him. "You Sunny Massacre Pirates.." Anaru said in a tense, but lower than usual voice. "Will not go unpunished! I don't care if I have to chase you around the world, you will be caught!" Anaru would have chased after them, but he had to tend to his wounded troops, so he slammed the ground, sending himself flying to help his men.

Anaru landed on the ground infront of them, helping some men up, ordering those who weren't as badly injured, or not injured at all, to help the others. "We must honor our fallen, soldiers, but do not think of this as a defeat, this is a goal, we will avenge our fallen, with our ROCK SOILD JUSTICE!" Anaru shouted, even though on the inside, he was feeling like a massive failure, those thoughts made him remember his former 'family', and what happened to them, Anaru shuddered. these were his new family, he wouldn't let any more of them die. "Get Freya on the line, I need to inform her that I am alright, and she should proceed after the pirates." Anaru's head of communication, who luckily was not injured during the battle, scrambled off towards his Den Den Mushi.

That left Anaru to stare at his destroyed ship, his dead and dying soldiers, and the island he failed to protect. "I should turn in my coat, for a jester's hat, seeing as how that's what I might as well be." Anaru muttered, he wasn't one to let himself sulk though, he would come back stronger than before, and next time, he wouldn't let his men, or the civilians suffer. Anaru's smile returned to his face, as he let out a booming laugh, No he thought. There's no need to have a pity party, because I WILL catch them.

Location:

• On the Mental Floss near the Conomi Islands.

Interacting:

• @Tsukoreyu
• @malmshodes
• @dragonmancer
• @Ira
• @Hillan

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Xerxes ignored most of Melany's chatter. She blatantly stated the obvious,"its broken, well no shit it was, he could figure out that much on his own. As she went about dressing his wound, Xerxes idly created a small flame in the palm of his hand, electricity arcing off of it onto his fingers. The sheer intricacy of his own powers amazed him, the feats that a devil fruit eater could attain was limitless if they understood it. Xerxes allowed the flame to grow exponentially, more and more electricity being produced as the friction created from his skin and air molecules created a spark and static, this coupled together made up the essence of his powers. One could see the extent in which this was used.

He was about to fall deeper into the murky depths of his own mind, but Melany's words brought him back, something about pride, but Xerxes ignored her, he was more that capable of shelving it. "Thank you, Melany." he proclaimed, grinning at her as he flexed his hand. A stinging pain stabbed into his brain, but he was more than capable of dealing with it. Turning to Melany, he sighed dramatically, her care for Jackel and Maxro bored him, they barley did any work. Wordlessly, Xerxes reached out to grab the wheel but suddenly froze, his blood running cold before he grinned devilishly. Observation Haki was an amazing thing.

His head snapped to the direction of the Marine that appeared on the boats railing. In his head, a scenario played out, a shot at Melany, another at his shoulder. Xerxes' mind went at a million miles a minute, processing the information and quickly creating counter measures.

"You Marines keep telling us to surrender, but after blowing up 3 ships, knowing we were out numbered, you still seem to want to make that point clear." Xerxes breathed as he rubbed the back of his head.

Within seconds, the scenario that played out in his mind came to fruition in reality. Two bullets were fired, one at Melany and one at his shoulder. He could care less about the girl, but he liked his shoulder. Xerxes mad no move to attack or block, his powers did that for him. The friction layer a few inches above his skin did the work. As the bullet came in contact with layer, a small blast deflected it, exerting a force that equaled that of the bullet.

Xerxes only watched as the gunslinger dissolved into smoke, covering the entire ship and lowering the oxygen level. "Is this supposed to scare me?" Xerxes whispered menacingly before sparks jumped of the surface of him skin. "Smoke man, you realize that you are still flammable in smoke form!" Xerxes proclaimed as he snapped his fingers, electricity crackling into the air and onto the deck. The smoke man failed to realize that smoke was mostly made up of toxic and flammable gases.

When a candle is lit, it is the wick that burns first. The heat of the flame melts the wax, the wick absorbs the molten wax and the hot wax vapors burn around the wick. When blowing out the candle flame, the hot wick keeps heating the wax on or near it. This is the reason why a smoke trail is formed. This smoke actually consists of very small dispersed particles of wax and other volatile products, making it highly combustible. Holding a lighted match within this smoke trail sets it afire and the flame "travels" to the wick.

Xerxes recreated this process, the heat created from his snapping fingers ignited the smoke, setting the formally smoke man, into fire man. Not to mention he could set anything a blaze and it couldn't be up out through normal means. No mattwr what form the snoke man took, he would continue to burn.