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[b]Bogard D. Sunny x  Loguetown x  Obtaining a Bloody First Mate[/b]
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[indent] [b]K[/b]anki died but not before rampaging and taking down a lot of the marines in the process. Bullets had flew through the Fishman riddling his flesh with messy holes.  He held a bundle of marines in his hands, some was hung around him like thick vines, as he died. A current of electricity arced off of him and into the white and blue crowd. He fell back onto his side with a few hundred pounds of bodies surrounding him.  The blue lightning bolted through the crowd again, the last remains of his body’s natural weapon firing in excess. 

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[b]B[/b]ogard’s cloak of red whiplashed in front of him; repelling lead bullets from touching him with inhuman speed and reflexes. Below him he could hear Dirk’s claims. The resulting screams afterwards would prove them true. [color=red][i]I knew there was something interesting about him.[/i][/color] 

It was a blue flash and a tingling in the air that drew his attention towards a staid mound of bodies. It was  pretty large hill of blue and white,  of splotches and stains of red that was dyed within them, and… and of a broad sickly green form beneath it all. Disbelief crept into his heart, followed by a anger and rage that was tempered with the marines below, begging for his attention. Their bullets were rude, unknowing, [i]insensitive[/i] friends to his grief-worthy news. And it enraged him. 

[color=red][b] “Red-Red Branch Art,”[/b][/color] bellowed Red Hood as he looked for vengeance in excess. 

His cloak whipped away the last remains of the bullets that would have hit him before thinning and rocketing off into the hostile crowd. It burst through the first marine, fracturing the ground and spouting grey dust into their midst with the impact behind it. Red Hood could see the tendril of red sliding through his flesh. Within the span of two seconds branches of red punctured, gashed, and impaled the marines nearby from that singular line. 

A warm, horrendous rain fell onto the street. The blood of the countless marines fell from their uplifted bodies, their groans echoing darkly. A deep red, a beautiful red was in front of him now.   

He felt his heart palpitate, his breathing heave deep but quiet. [color=red][b] “Seventeen of your marines for the life of one of mines. That seems fair to me.”[/b][/color] he muttered, eyes shifting towards the harbor.

His red cloak slithered from out the numerous marines, through the first victim, and back to him. He donned it once more, immersed his features in its hood and frowned, the gold of his eyes warning the now frightened survivors.  

While they tried to wrap their heads around what they just saw, Bogard used his devil fruit abilities to high-tail it towards the port.  The cloak’s tail ends stretched beneath his foot falls in mid-air, acting as bridges to the next roof if it was too far. 

Bogard pulled the mini transponder snail from his pocket. The poor creature had been killed in his rage; it laid in his palm mushed and straightened to a thin, gruesome line. He threw it to the ground with a growl and instead started out to find Jax himself. 

[color=red][i] “Damn it all, Jax where’d you go?[/i][/color][/indent][hr]