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

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

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The explosion rang out as the Monkeyman's fist was gonna collide with the Explosive-man's face. However, he decoy'd them, darting away with a small explosion, leaving them nothing short of a nuclear blast in his wake. The blast would explode, and Johnny's eyes would go white. He would cover the area around Xerxes in smoke as quickly as he could, absorbing a portion of the blast with his powers. Yet, it wouldn't be enough, as the  smoke man disintegrated. 


The would be escapee made it into the city, expecting to be scotch free, even going as far as to take a hostage. His plans ended when a knock on the boy's door - the room Xerxes stood in was heard, and outside stood not Smoking Johnny, The Ensign of the 99th Division. The man who stood in the doorway was the last man 146 people had ever seen, before he had snuffed out their light for the last time. His posture was changed, rigid, not laid-back, his eyes were cold, the green shimmer seemed faded, and he was no longer wearing the hat, his brown hair falling over his face, he even wore a black leather jacket over his white Marine Tunic.

He had a Cigar in his mouth and he looked Xerxes in the eye, he wasn't scared for the boy. He wasn't impressed.

He felt nothing.


Before Xerxes the pirate of the Spark Spark fruit, wasn't the Marine Officer he had fought over the last hour.
In front of him stood John Tabaku, Cipher Pol 9 Agent, and one of the most well trained Assassins the World government had ever created. He only sound heard was John inhaling the smoke from his cigar, exhaling it again.

[Color=Slategray]"Let the boy go."[/color] He commanded. The boys eyes were filled with tears as the vibrating blade of heat almost grazed his skin. [Color=Slategray]"Or don't. You're not getting out either way."[/color] 

[Color=Slategray]"You should've taken the deal Johnny gave you. I don't deal fair."[/color]
The Crimson Reaper wasn't facing a mere man anymore, he was facing someone a lot more [i]Grim.[/i]

[Color=Slategray][i]Shigan.[/i][/color] His words rang out, as he flickered out of sigh, at a speed he had never shown before, using the Soru technique with his full mastery, it seemed as if the man in the black jacket teleported, as his finger pierced towards Xerxes's body, aiming at soft-tissue, instead of the heart of the liver, he was going to render his other arm completely useless.