Aboard the King Crab
Things were not going fantastic on the King Crab. John Krabbe had managed to separate himself from the insane woman long enough to try to alert them as to the intense danger they were all in at that moment, but of the two women that had boarded his ship only one seemed to be the least bit reasonable about it. Could they not see the monster that Saban had become, causing havoc on their own ship?! That's when the bounty hunter was caught unaware. A large wrench flew from on high, clocking him square in the jaw and pinning him to the wall. Glancing up, he saw the culprit, that damned pirate he had stuffed away in the brig. Damn it all, he must have gotten out of his cage in all the commotion! Just how much damage had these bastards done to his glorious ship?!
That was no matter. Krabbe was only bruised by the attack. Compared to the insane woman, the wrench to his face was like a playground bully kicking sand. He reached up with his clawed arm, took hold of the giant engineering tool, and forced it off his face and out of the wall.
"Dammit you idiots, I'm telling you there's no time! He will see us all as criminals to be killed with extreme prejudi-STOP DEFILING MY SHIP!" His words fell on deaf ears, as Krabbe was forced to defend himself against another of Feya's attacks. Using the big wrench he had appropriated as a baseball bat, he knocked the railing aside and harmlessly into the ocean. Then he took careful aim for Wafer D. Kite and hurled the wrench back at the pirate.
"Here! You'll need this!" The wrench flew true, right back to its owner, but not with the sort of force you'd use to attack someone. It was being given back.
"Men, lower the Shell Shield, expose the cannons! Take aim for Saban and fire immediately!" What few remaining conscious crew members had been left did their best to limp and scatter around the ship, heading for the engineering controls. By the time the first one had gotten there, the console was already being manned by Shrimp Brigade Pink.
"Mon capitaine, the controls are damaged! We cannot lower the Shell Shield!" the sixth Brigade member cried out, fruitlessly banging on the console.
Grumbling, Krabbe pulled up a den den mushi to his mouth, the one he had been using to accidentally project himself over the loudspeaker the entire battle.
"Dammit! Alright pirates, I don't like you and you don't like me, but here's the deal! Saban was born and raised deep in the Grand Line. He only ended up in the South Blue by a fluke accident! His original form is utterly insane, drunk on power and with the ego of a battle-crazy deity! I was able to convince him that by keeping himself split into a team using his devil fruit powers, that he could cover more ground and dispense more justice that way, but when he splits a piece of himself all his properties are split too. Intelligence, power, even his craziness. That's how I kept him under control! But now that you've forced him to reclaim his pieces into one body, he'll blindly kill everything in sight! We take him out, and we part ways, no questio-GURK!"Krabbe's speech was cut off as he was knee'd in the back of the head by a Shrimp Brigade Red. A whole mess of Shrimp Brigade warriors had swung over to the King Crab and instantly reformed back into Shotaro Saban's original body. The hulking behemoth laughed a deep chuckle, splitting into his Vishnu form. Laughing the entire time, he began gunning down the sailors with impunity, swung his ball and chain down toward Feya, and thrust his trident so that one prong would hit Kite and another would strike Liliana.
Aboard the Rum Runner
The beast known as Shrimp Brigade Prime, Shotaro Saban, laughed a guttural roar as he attacked and defended himself from the crew of the Rum Runner. Oilburn Slick hadn't so much as moved, continuing to spew forth flames only for them to get put out by the vacuum strong forces of Saban's chainball. He could no longer continue firing his pistols at Boone, having run out of ammunition. That was a quick and easy fix, even if it left him open to the sharpshooting captain for a moment. Two more arms split off from the existing ones. The hands went to work grabbing the ammunition from his armored belt, refilled the guns, then the arms were recalled back into the others. As this was going on, the Rum Runners quickly went to work on a strategy that should hopefully defeat this massively powerful foe.
Caesar recovered from his experience as a human baseball long enough to begin hurling electro shocks at Saban with his Omnislash technique. The devil fruit freak found this amusing. If one of his weak split-selves could defend against it, then why would the idiot mink think it would work on him at full power? The two arms wielding the trident changed focus to intercept the shocks, neutralizing them using the rubber grip just as it had been when Caesar had battled Green earlier. All he had to do was defend himself perfectly until his guns reloaded, then they would all
die. That's when Bonesword came flying through the air. Saban's many eyes easily spotted the skelekid coming at him, and even picked up on the extension to the sword. As with Caesar's assault he chuckled. It was pointless! The two arms covered in spiked knuckles rose up to intercept the sword slash. Just one arm would have been enough to grab all the way around the blade and toss the little pissant, but he used both arms. The two forces met head on as two of Saban's eyes narrowed on Bonesword with sadistic glee.
Without warning the ship began to list. Saban clearly hadn't anticipated this, being taken completely by surprise. Even so, his Anansi Form kept balance on the deck of the ship. The change in leverage put Bonesword at more of an advantage, but Saban was still strongest of all!
"EVERYONE, GET AWAY FROM IT!" What?
BOOOOOOM!Boone's explosive shot hit between many of Saban's legs, scorching his skin painfully. He reeled back at the force, completely losing his defense. The chainball faltered and for the first time flames struck Saban's body. The trident was thrown off and so multiple electros shocked him. Bonesword's strike powered through his defenses. Coupled with the force of the explosion and the listing ship, Anansi-Vishnu Saban was tossed backward over the railing! He had been excised from the Rum Runner, finally!
"Waru waru Monkey Barrel!" The huge man began to shrink in size as he fell back. One copy split from him, holding one another by the wrist. Another split, holding that one by the wrist. Another and another and another, they kept splitting into a long human chain! The last one manifested at the top of the Rum Runner's mast, taking hold of the ship. Their descent suddenly shifted into a swinging motion, one with only one possible destination: The King Crab.
"We take him out, and we part ways, no questio-GURK!" One of the Shrimp Brigade copies struck John Krabbe in the back of the head, then all were recalled back into a single fighter once again. Saban was still very much an active threat, only now he was terrorizing Feya and Lilliana.
