[Center][H1] T H E  M A R I N E S[/h1]
[h2] 99TH DIVISION[/h2]

[Color=Slategray][h3]Johnny[/h3][/color]

Interacting with:
[@LokiLeo789]
[@Ira]
[@Malmshodes]
And the rest of the sunny massacre crew.
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One could've expected Pirates to be uneducated, they had never gotten trained in combat, they were all self-taught. Their skills and tactics hadn't been formed by years of hard training, hours of studying the art of war of the commanders and generals that came before. They hadn't been taught guerrilla tactics, using your smaller numbers to beat an overwhelming foe. But most importantly, they didn't know compassion. Not for others, and not for one and another. That was why, in the end, the legacy of these pirates would fade, and their way of living would not stand the test of time. Where the ways of villany, cruelty and hatred would falter. Compassion, truth, and Justice would always stand tall.

This, was a perfect example of that. Once Johnny had dispersed, the dashed around the deck, filling the floor with two meter-thick smoke, as thick as the foggiest cloud. Depriving the pirates of oxygen. Johnny watched as the group would struggle to breath - and then he saw the spark fly from the man in the mask. Surprised, Johnny dashed into the Captain's cabin, closing the door behind him, the smoke still thick on the deck, the smoke ignited, a firey explosion erupted on the deck, explosion loud enough to break the door off of it's hinges. Johnny stood on the side of it, the door blowing past him at quite a high speed. He grinned.

[color=slategray]"You ever think before you blow shit up?"[/color] Johnny shouted, lighting another cigarette, the flames erupting high, burning through the deck, climbing up the mast.

[color=slategray]"You know, I was almost a little worried when I saw how you fought with LT.Silverback, but now you just did my job for me!"[/color] Johnny shouted, with a chuckle. Arming his pistols, he grabbed both of them and walked out of the cabin, aiming them at Xerxes. [color=slategray]"Now, get on your god damn knees and put up your hands."[/color] He rose his eyebrow, keeping one pistol trained at Xerxes, and aimed the other one on the guy laying on the floor - the one he recalled seeing a bounty posted for - The one who was the reason for their name. Their captain.