Satoru continued to study the room around him while the card game beside him continued to play out. Apparently, on the other side of the bar, two other people were starting to make their way over to a nearby seat where another lone person was sitting. As if that wasn't enough confirmation, that lonesome man did not seem to have any flyers resting atop his table.
The obviousness of his actions caused Satoru to reconsider joining this guy. He was sneaky, sure, but he had done a terrible job covering it up. Had he still been in allegiance with the Marines, he'd have already started to leave the bar and report it to the Marines.
Then again, he supposed he had his doubts that the Marines would be able to do anything anyway. Most of the Marines on this island were grunt-level workers like Ensigns. There were probably a few higher-ups stationed here, but probably nothing spectacular. If there was a more threatening Marine presence, this place wouldn't be one chosen for pirates to get their beginnings.
Just as he considered rising to his feet and moving over to the table across the room himself, there was some commotion to his side, directing his attention back to the card game again. As expected, it seemed like the girl had bested the larger man in the card game, causing him to respond violently. That was echoed by the lonesome man's call to battle, and soon practically the entire bar was up in arms, even going so far as to have the bartender knocked unconscious.
Satoru let out a small sigh. well, so much for quietly getting aboard a ship and skipping town. It was rather unlikely that he would get out of this mess without getting involved in the war at hand. But, at least there was something to go by.
If anything was clear here, it was that the large man wielding the axe was the leader of this group of "Rustsilver Pirates" as they called themselves. That didn't automatically make him the captain, but it was clear that he was the one in charge. If they were like most pirates, then the choice was obvious. Take out the big guy, and the rest panic or surrender altogether. Then again, these guys were all partially drunken, so they might not even have the sense for that.
Satoru sighed when he realized that there very well be no clean way to settle this. A disappointing thought, to be sure.
His attention was grabbed by another man, larger than himself, half-stumbling, half-charging his way toward him, intent clear as day. He looked boredly at the incoming man. "geez...I didn't even want any part of this to begin with." he muttered before rising to his feet and clutching the glass in his hand with a more firm grip. He scanned the area quickly, ideas popping into his mind instantly:
Option 1: Knock the table over and partially coat it, giving it a spiky surface. This would be in hopes of getting the man to stop his charge altogether where he could convince him to ignore him completely. Alternatively, the charge would continue and he would run into a spiky barrier, which would result in some good damage. But the option was less than optimal, he concluded. After all, this man was drunken and probably wouldn't have the reasoning skills to not run himself into the spikes...at least not quickly enough. On top of that, he would probably break the spikes off, which would give him less to work with. Plus, that would reveal who he really was
And so, he decided to go with his second option. He quickly stepped away from the table, but not before reaching out and grabbing the back side of the small, one-man table and pulling it upright while kicking the leg in front of him forward, hoping to drive the table to all onto it side. This would turn the table, leg-side facing the attacker. Hopefully, the larger man would crash into the table and trip over it in his half-drunken stupor. but his goal was not to inflict damage this way, but to merely cause him to fall.
At the same time, he bit down onto the glove on his left hand and pulled it off using his teeth, quickly shifting to holding the glass in that hand instead of his right.
"Partial Coating," he murmured lowly to himself while leaping backward, closer to the back wall. As he spoke, the hand clutching the glass tightened slightly as his pointer fingertip gained a small amount of shimmery coating. His finger was now partially coated in the same glass that he had been clutching the whole time.
"Shot," Satoru murmured quietly again, thrusting his left arm forward and unleashing a shard of glass like a bladed bullet. His target? It was not the main part of the man's body. He quickly recalled the human anatomy and knew exactly what to do. He shot his shard of glass straight for the man's quadricep muscles in the front of his dominant leg. This would be easy enough to identify if the man began to rise. It would be a simple matter to shoot the leg that he first used to stabilize his upper body. On top of that, striking the quadriceps would make it much harder for the man to move. After all, it was the quadriceps that moved the body's hips and straightened the knee while walking and it also absorbed the shock of each landed foot while, again, stabilizing the knee. Cutting through that particular part of the leg would cause him to feel some strong pain with each step. Especially if the glass shard did not pierce completely through the leg and was still embedded within it.
Of course, this whole thing hinged on the hope that this guy wasn't smart enough at the moment to figure out how to avoid his incoming projectile and that his predictions would be accurate. Heck, even if he couldn't properly identify a dominant leg, he would just shoot the right one. Truthfully, it didn't matter. And for that matter, he could shoot the man in the leg even if he didn't fall over at all. In all likelihood, the unexpected pain would cause him to fall over anyway.
Hopefully, that would be enough to immobilize a mere grunt like him. He certainly didn't want to have to openly use his power if he could avoid it....
