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[h1][color=Crimson]Xerxes[/color][/h1][/center]

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Location:
[*] On the Mental Floss near the Conomi Islands/On the Conomi Islands
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Interacting:
[*][@malmshodes]
[*][@dragonmancer]
[*][@Ira]
[*][@Hillan]
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Xerxes world slowed down to a snails pace. Both Melany's and Jackel's words fell on deaf ears, this situation was futile. The ship that he planned to blow up sailed towards them, Marxo was basically in a comma, Melany would be useless in this situation, and Jackal, was Jackal. If he destroyed this this any more then he already had, it would surly sink, despite the fact that he could put out the flames himself, the damage was done. Xerxes glanced at his crew, there would be no saving them today, unfortunately.

Xerxes was a shrewd man, he lacked morals and wasn't above used questionable tactics to ensure his own survival. He was perfectly capable of reading the situation and realizing that there was no getting out of this. Fortunately for him, he was an escape artist, he couldn't say much for the rest. In his head he was already calculating what it would take to get out of there, his muscles tensed and poised to jump the hell away.

Unfortunately, his planing was interrupted by an electric shock running through his brain. As the smoke man let go of his allies and spoke, which again fell on deaf ears, he could sense out what was gonna happen next, smoke mans next plan of attack. [color=Crimson]"Bullshit."[/color] Xerxes mumbled to himself. Before another word could escape his lips, the mans attack came. Within a blink of an eye, the whole thing took place, Xerxes brought his knee up to his stomach and leaned back on his grounded foot. The moment the smoke kick came, three explosions rocked the boat. The first was the Marines smoke kick, which ripped the ship in half, the other was his friction layer kicking in, creating another explosion that cushioned the blow, and the other was the torrent of flames being released the sole of his grounded foot.

Using the force of the Marines explosion, he launched himself into the air, the torrent released from his foot launching him upwards. He still felt the residual effects of the smoke mans attack, but he ignored it, like he always did. Since they weren't to far from shore he used the explosion to launch himself onto a shop building not to face from the battlefield. In another blink of an eye a massive explosion shook the island, electricity arcing from the crumbling building as he used it as a launch pad to jump half the island, and used a torrent of flames to slow his decent.

There was no way to describe the feeling of flying thought the air and falling. Especially the falling part. The feeling when one started to accelerate, within a few seconds he was falling at who knew how fast. Since Conomi was an Archepeligo, he had a plethora of Islands to jump to, he just had to make his way there. In the back of his head, images of his crew flashed and went away. Someone from the crew had to have gotten away. Unfortunately, he knew he wasn't in the clear, someone had to be after him. The last thing he wanted to hear was Rock Solid. He began is race, jumping from building to building to get to the next island, fatigue slowly weighting down on his mind and body.