Re: The Devil In Dark Pants

[Docile]

With the voice of Commander Rice pipping up and making mention of Alexis & Colton aboard the ship and begin two of the finest officers he'd ever been in the company of Colton turned his attention to the crew. He'd identified the Captain and knew he'd be a problem for anyone who wasn't a logia. When the sudden sound of a cheer rose into the air from the Demon Skull Pirates he watched as the crew begun to pour aboard their ship. 

Alexis seemed to have dived straight in and was already delivering successful blows to her enemies. Colton on the other hand allowed all attacks to glide straight through him as he meandered towards the edge of the ship and his ashy body filtered off into lots of small heated ashes which burnt the attackers. 

Reaching the edge he leapt from ship to ship. Landing on the edge of the Demon Skulls he looked towards the Captain. 
Harold Hangman.

Turning to face Colton with a grin on his face and nothing in his hands Harold quickly had learned that Colton wasn't going to be harmed by a solid concrete block or slab, but he would have a little bit of trouble with something wet. From his finger tips concrete in its wettest form begun to drip forth. Smiling Harold rushed toward Colton nearly vanishing from sight. 

Sprinting towards Colton with a sloppy fist in the hopes that it would act like water and bring him to his knees Harold charged for Colton's face and delivered what he would call a sloppy second to the face of Warrant Officer Colton Ryker.




Quickly delving into the dangers of combat among the Demon Skull pirates and thrashing around among them which quickly brought them down one by one the crew continued to battle on with the thoughts that they could do no wrong. A small group had begun to form around Alexis all wanting a pop at the bitch believing they could do better. One large man with a hatchet firmly gripped in one hand grinned as he waited his turn baring a beautiful display of rotten teeth whist another of the dwarfish variety sat beside him with a pair of knuckle dusters waiting for his time too. Neither would attack until they were the last two. This girl Alexis seemed to be quite the fighter and they wanted a fair fight. One on one with her. 

The two would take it in turns. As blood & teeth spilled out on to the deck the remaining Marines who'd survived the concrete spear shower who groaned in pain were quickly being dealt with and finished off. All around Alexis the pleas of recruits were heard begging for their lives only to be ended by a gunshot, slice or even a beating of the roughest variety. 

The Marines of Commander Rice were meeting a grizzly end and next up was the Commander Rice himself. As the final recruit felt a blade dig in through his neck he coughed painfully allowing blood to rise and leak from his neck & lips trailing down his cheeks. 

Commander Rice had managed to pull himself to the back of the ship to rest himself up and removed his flintlock. With flintlock in hand and mushi in the other he begun to dial for help. 

"This is Commander Rice of Marine Battalion #27, we are under attack in the Grand Line, north east off of Sky Reach. Its the Demon Skull pirates. Send help ASAP."




Carried aside and out of Tullus's way the doctor made sure Gonzola was in safe hands. After cleaning up & stitching up his wound he was carted off out of the interrogation chamber and back to his cell. Still somehow leaving a trail of blood along the floor. Either the wound had re-opened itself or this idiot was bbleeding from elsewhere. 

Later on it would be revealed that one of the shells had also torn a small hole in Gonzola's torso and ripped through one of his lungs too and he was currently in agonizing pain from that too. As for Tullus who remained in the corridor the pirate scum who'd boarded and decided to take the rest of the ship split up into three groups. Arriving at the door to which Tullus was on the other side of the leader of this small group stopped and turned to face his comrades. This small group consisted of core elements of the Demon Skulls. 

"If we want to take this ship properly we need to do it just right. Team one are going in through this door. We're going to blind 'em then teams two & three are going to smash in through the walls on either side. That'll be the wrecking balls."

The Wrecking Ball Twinz 
The wrecking ball twinz are two large twins who're round like a ball, like to wear dirty dungarees for comfort & have little to no messy lime green hair. Both hardened criminals known for their combat which is mostly just rolling or using each other like projectiles. Their best form of offence is rolling like a crazy mother fucker which is just the thing they do best.

"Once they've smashed in the walls cut the ropes and they'll roll in until they stop crushing anyone who was in the way. Once they meet in the middle both of them will remove their flame dials & torch the survivors of that corridor. Remember one goes left the other goes right."

Both of the twins nodded happily content with their plan and certain it would work. 

"Then straight after you've confirmed their down, you're both gonna split either side and let us get in there right down the middle. I'll lead the way with my rifle then you two give me supporting fire. Second I get in the door you crouch by the door and open fire. I'll handle those you don't hit. Then we can move on to the next floor with the twins leading the way."

Quickly moving into position both twins were tied on tightly to either side of the ship with no one to stop them. 

Both twins held their positions on the edge of the ship waiting for the go ahead from the leader who stood at the door with his rifle at the ready. 

"Three, Two. ONE!"

[Serious?]

Something was going on behind that door, and Tullus was aiming to find out exactly what was going on whether anybody liked it or not. Just as he was about to put his bandaged hand on the door to press it open, he heard some talking going on exactly on the other side of the slats of wood glued and nailed together. He retracted his hands and stayed quietly as to not alert the people literally a foot away from him.

From what Tullus was hearing, he could safely conclude that these were pirates that have boarded the ship, which means that the ship's security has been compromised and that was why there were panicked and quickened footsteps outside of the interrogation room. And from the pained sounds, occasional fighting noises and the fact that these pirates were standing outside of the door formulating a plan rather casually could only mean that the Marines up there got their shit wrecked pretty hard by these criminals.

From what the stranger was hearing, first thing is that there are three teams; First action was to smash through the walls with wrecking balls out of all things and use that as an advancing tactic to quickly subdue anyone in their way, which was going to be Tullus. Then the wrecking balls will stop in the middle and release flame dials? What? That line specifically confused him, seeing as wrecking balls weren't real people, unless they were or those objects had "dials" on them that were remote activated or something like that...Hold up, "flame dial"? Oh, fuck his luck. Fire, out of all things.

Next up was Team 1's entrance through the door, which starts off with a volley of bullets at anyone in sight, which meant that Tullus had to go find cover from that. However, there was also the problem of those flaming wrecking balls coming in, which meant that Tullus had to fall back even more, or somehow stop the balls in their track before they get too far in! Explosives would definitely be a plus right now, but this was Marine property and he didn't have any that would do at that very moment. That meant that this stranger had to skedaddle outta there right now.

The burned man jumped down the steps and down the hallways noisily until he was in a safer range of the entrance to the hallways; He had no idea why he was standing there with his revolver out, as if those bullets would do anything against a tonne of pure metal crashing through with fire, but he did it anyways.

"Three, two, ONE!"

[Vaetric]

Alexis evaded a rather dangerous swing from a sword-wielding combatant by bending backwards, causing him to accidently (though lightly) slice the shoulder of a comrade, while Alexis was in a rather precarious spot, she took the time to punch another nameless pirate in the gonads. A whole group had formed around her, although it was sweet that they thought it;d take that much to take her down, she was interrupted by the sound of some more gunshots. She turned to see some marine recruits being “finished off”, she’d frown as she grabbed the wrist of a pirate and kicked him down to the floor. “Oh, screw it.” she’d mutter, pulling one of the concrete spears out of the ground (or marine) and throwing it at one of the pirates about to kill another recruit, which hopefully would hit him in the neckish area. Then again, she didn’t have as much of a good aim as she thought and may have hit him lower down.
 
Well, technically she wasn’t cheating, she liked to use the environment to her advantage, what does it matter that one of the things she could pick up was sharp and long? She leap frogged over another pirate to get to another concrete spear, turning to a pirate who chased after her, she noticed there were two lagging back who were fug-ugly, with a hatchet and knuckle dusters. She decided that she didn’t like many of the pirates, and so with great impunity she would shove the spear into the man’s eye, grabbing his weapon then spinning away from his gasping form she would throw the sword he had at one of the buggers beating a recruit to death. She’d then throw the spear at one about to slice a mans’ throat. “Oi! Buzz off!” she’d shout toward the others.
 
Though, maybe she miss-timed seeing all of them start to be finished off and only saw the ones gloating over their dead bodies.. She wasn’t sure. What she WAS sure about was they were three cut-throats down. She got just a little bit tired from all the dancing around, and had some minor cuts from where they’d managed to get a lucky nick. She went backwards and almost impaled her head near a concrete spike as a pirate attempted to swing a two-handed sword at her, she wretched it out of the ground and shoved it into his private area (from private to private) before rolling away. Now there weren’t much left, though the other two were still there, panting  little, she’d raise her hand and beckon them over to her.

[Docile]

Feeling the concrete on his face draw the ash that made him up blind him, Colton fell backwards landing on his arse. Harold had begun to clench his fist hardening the concrete and Colton's face. Unable to see and feeling it harden over his face it was agonizing and unexpected. Colton had thought it would've passed through him but how wrong he had been and now he felt so much heavier too. Ain't no body got time to lift a concrete head up. With Harold standing over him with his tightly clenched fist and a putrid grin Colton reached up trying to pry the concrete from his face only to feel how painful it was and hard the concrete really was.

This thing wasn't coming off any time soon.

"Why you gotta be so rude?"

"Marines are a disease, you can't be reasoned with & you just need to be eradicated."

With fingers shaped like pistols and aimed directly at Harold's torso Colton unleashed a dual shotgun blast of ash into his chest sending him flying.

Serpent Spit I: Dual

Landing on his back in pain as the ash ate away at his torso & clothing burning away, Harold coughed feeling some ash enter through his nostrils It burnt and it was clear he couldn't handle it.



Dancing around the pirates who struggled so badly to defeat Alexis only to succumb to her fighting style, Alexis was proving quite the fighter and dropping pirates like flies left right & center. As the spears she threw met their marks and the first pirate took a spear to the stomach and hit the ground it was clear the Marines just might win this one.

The injured recruit used the same spear to dig it further into the pirate and finally used it to hold himself up like a crutch and started to help in stopping the massacre. Raising his own flintlock pistol he started taking down pirates around Alexis and those who were trying to bring down other injured recruits.

As another pirate took another spear the marine he was about to end started to aid Alexis in saving other recruit's lives. However a single pirate reached the top of the stairs and looked towards Commander Rice with a sinister grin. He could hear the blood bath behind him of how his fellow colleges were dying at the hand of determined marines, but take down the leader the rest will follow.

Raising his blade and slowly making his way towards Commander Rice the pirate didn't see the flintlock Rice had hidden beneath his coat of justice.

Squeezing out a shot once the pirate had come close enough and the pirate begun to squirt blood from his neck over the deck. Falling to his knees and finally on his face the pirate was down for the count and his end was meet.

"Help is on the way Commander Rice. We will be as quick as we can." a voice called through the den den mushi which took up a mustached appearance with large thick grey eyebrows. Sighing in relief Commander Rice knew they'd make it. They just needed to hold their position.



With the twins swinging over the edge of the ship and smashing in through the walls on either side the wood splintered in all directions shattering whilst both of the large wrecking ball twins rolled in at great speed. The impact upon the wooden walls hadn't slowed them down. Rolling through the corridor at great speed the two quickly slammed into each other in the dead center grunting in pain.

Stopping and standing up, the two didn't look much impressed or even that badly injured with the odd small scratch they looked perfectly fine. Reaching for their flame dial imbued weapons the two turned their backs to each other and started setting fire to all things in sight.

"Burnz diseased ones, burnz."

The door quickly opened as the flames were still being spat forth and in rolled the remaining three led by the leader. Watching the twinz continued to cook whoever was in the corridor which was no one the three waited for them to move. Surely someone would make their way in from the stairs. With their aim trained on the stairs they waited.

As the twins moved the small group of three moved forward ready & willing.

[Serious?]

Suddenly, two loud crashes came from somewhere else in the ship and they happened almost simultaneously. This was extremely bad, Tullus thought they were going crash in through the stairwell and down through that way. Well, it might've been both a good thing and a bad thing seeing as now Tullus's position hasn't been given away yet and he doesn't have to deal with 1-tonne of pure steel crashing through with fire shooting out of them. Not yet, at least. Just a bunch of thugs with guns, probably. Nevertheless, as long as the stranger retained the element of surprise he has right now, He'd probably be able to take out a good portion of them with one quad-barrel blast.

Quietly, Tullus awaited right around the corner of the staircase, waiting for those grunts to take a few steps down to get into optimal range of his shotgun blasts. But before that, he actually had to have his shotgun out, otherwise it'd be a wasted opportunity. And so, the bandaged man silently put away his revolver and pulled out his sawn-off quad-barrel and waited patiently yet also impatiently at the same. He could hear the crew members that decided to skip out from going on deck for one reason or another screaming in fear from probably the wrecking balls spitting fire everywhere. Shit, if only this boat was waterproof. There were important documents and an important prisoner held on board that had to survive this encounter, else the entire process of capturing him would be all for nothing.

No steps yet, what were they doing? Maybe they already know he's there? Nah, impossible. If they'd known Tullus was there, he probably would've gotten shot when he was behind that door. No, they had no idea he was there and were merely being cautious about entering. Little do they know they there were about to turn into a fine swiss cheese in about a few seconds. Amongst the chaos inside and outside, Tullus' ears were completely focused on the prospect of footsteps, and they happened. A few steps taken, and he already knew that there were three of them. Highly irregular and unsynced footsteps gave it away. Just a few more steps, and...

Tullus immediately turned the corner and firmly gripped the gun while locking it as well as possible to his body to fire all four barrels at once! A loud bang was sounded, and damn was it freaking loud and powerful! Tullus himself nearly lost grip from how strong the recoil on this fire mode was!

[Vaetric]

Alexis had to keep moving otherwise she’d lose her adrenaline, then shed actually start to feel her leg. Then again, maybe she was able to start moving it around a bit now, then again she wasn’t really planning on checking until the ache was gone. It wasn’t like her foot was completely crushed, after all. She wondered if marines wounded in action get extra money or something. Like.. Compensation? She pondered that until she began to fight the guy with the brass knuckles, because she really wanted an extra “edge”, it wouldn’t be cheating if they were attached to her fists, right? Then again, why did she even bother with being “fair” anymore?
 
Though she didn’t actually throw that sword, what happened was that she went to punch the guy from a distance and accidently lost her grip, so it went into his side or something. Wasn’t her fault that he was in the way of the sword. The arsehole.
 
The guy she was fighting was small, so she bent over a little forwards to compensate, though it wasn’t all that good in her back. She’d jump backward a little to avoid a punch, then counterswing, where he would  bring his forearm up to block. He’d punch, she’d push his arm downward and away form herself, she couldn’t really block thanks to those nasty dusters of his, while he was a bit small, he seemed pretty strong and quick. Soon the fistfight would break into full swing, as she’d gain ground, then lose it as he’d pull up a furious assault, causing her to pull back, then she’d retaliate, it’d go back and forth over the course of the fight before the Dwarf would finally get her cornered to the ship, while he’d prepare for a big swing, she’d kick him upwards causing him to jump a little in the air, though she (albeit deliberately) missed his groin and thumped him on the back, causing him to crash downwards.
 
She’d place a foot on his back and rest her arm on her knee. “Ya’ done yet?” she’d manage, gasping for breath. “Bloody hell.” she’d curse, she was a bit exhausted from the fight, and there was still one left. Great.

[Docile]

Picking himself up Colton stood over Harold who lay on the floor coughing & spluttering, it was clear his throat was burning with a layer of searing hot ash. Smiling as he watched Harold lay in pain Colton raised his right hand and pointed towards him.

The concrete that was hardened over his face hurt, but reaching up to pry it free was a hell of a challenge. He wasn't certain how it had managed to actually form on him, but it would come off soon enough and at least he still had one good eye.

"Just give up." Colton said as he held one hand directed at Harold's face with ash billowing from it and heat rising into the cold sea air. His other hand he continued trying to pry the concrete free.

Keeping his focus on Harold he noticed as he tried raising his hand full of more wet concrete. The aim was for Colton's face unfortunately he wasn't quick enough compared to Colton who speed was much greater.

Releasing a torrent of ash upon Harold it was condensed around his body and hardened within a matter of seconds. Stepping backwards and looking over Harold he was now caught up in a muddy coffin that he wouldn't be escaping from anytime soon.

Sighing Colton turned to look over the naval ship then back at Harold.

"You've got some answering to do. First question being, where did you get that Marine issued flintlock on your belt?"



Having watched Alexis throw herself into a full scale brawl with the many naval pirates who'd thought they could bring her to her knees and failed so dreadfully the large pirate who'd been waiting his turn could feel the tables turning. As his fellow crew mates were brought down by injured marines by their captain and he was now the last pirate left standing he gulped.

He'd watched Alexis bring down the dwarf with the knuckle dusters and knew that he could do better. Raising his hatchet and resting it on his shoulder the large adonis of a man wasn't about to go down so easily. Sweeping it at such incredible speed towards Alexis's ankles he attempted to chop through them cleanly. Beneath his feet the deck cracked a little due to his sheer weight moving throughout the ship thanks to his sudden movements.



With the group of three motioning down the corridor towards the stairwell they'd noticed nothing out of the ordinary as of yet and things were looking good. Moving along quicker and quicker the leader spotted nothing and neither did his comrades who protected him on either side.

Arriving at the top of the stairwell however the two on either side lowered their guns waiting for the next part of the plan. However this was their first & final mistake.

The footsteps of Tullus LeVitt and sudden trigger finger where all a blur. When the trigger was squeezed and the barrel of his unique shotgun were heated thanks to the shots which left each one the three who'd been on the receiving end now stood in silence. The man at the front who'd been leading this group was missing the left side of his face and had a large bloody wound dead center on his chest. The two behind had been riddled with shells which tore through their leader.

The two hit the floor within seconds whilst the leader now without life fell to his knees before toppling forward head first and hitting the ground dead with blood leaking from his face down the stairs.

The wrecking ball twinz however turned in fright to watch their crew mates hitting the floor and gasped.

"What we do?!" one shouted to the other who simply shrugged in panic. Neither knew what to do now and felt fear run through their body. The first rushed over to inspect the bodies and lifted up the leader in his little arm. Looking over his body he felt anger surge through him and didn't care about taking the ship anymore but revenge.

[Serious?]

Dead on scatter! All three hostiles were dead and taken care of. That was too easy for Tullus, too little work and execution derived from minutes and minutes of high-detailed planning and slight panicking. After the shots were fired, he quickly ducked back around the corner and flipped open the loading chambers of the smoking shotgun. The scent of heated gunpowder filled his nostrils and he savoured the scent. It was completely different than the scent that came from his old revolver. Nonetheless, both were incredibly reliable in different situations. Tullus pulled open a pocket from his vest and took some four shells out and accurately shoved them into the barrels with ease. With that done, he clicked it back together and listened to some two or so other people panicking over the sudden death of their teammates.

They weren't going to be a problem, just another blast from his shotgun will take them down in no time at all, then he can finally see what the situation was up on deck. Might not be a pretty one, but really, it couldn't be that bad. Anyways, it was time to end this. The bandaged man quickly turned around the corner with greased lightning speed and locked his arms and body in place once more before firing another quadruple blast from his shotgun. The recoil was as strong as ever, but this time around, Tullus was a lot more prepared to handle the immense power it generated, then he turned back around the corner. Might not be the most exciting way of fighting, but it definitely can get the job done and it was a safe way to play.

[Vaetric]

(( UFf, reading week, doing posts from home is ruff ))
 
Alexis grinned at the man who had a rather “Oh crap” expression on his face, or maybe it was just the gulp that brought her into that direction of thinking. Though, she was in a little bit of a bad spot, she had small cuts and bruises around her body from ‘almost’ evading everyone that came, though she wasn’t superhuman or anything, and she was getting tired by the end of the Dwarf. “Uff.” she’d groan as the much, much larger man stepped forward, causing the ship to crack and quake a little under his weight, maybe she should’ve attacked him first.
 
She used the Dwarf for a spring as she jumped upwards, narrowly avoiding the blow as she tried to jump toward the rather large man. She could feel her foot start to ache and it was only a matter of time until she could feel the brunt of her efforts. She’d attempt to wrap her legs around his neck and then lean downwards and try to grab his shoulders and lift them up so he would have limited axeing room. This of course was a temporary solution, all she really wanted to do was to catch a quick breather, the man was way too strong for her to actually halt or anything. In fact, just trying to hold his arms was a wasted effort, so she quickly sprung forward again as he was about to react and swing herself to the back of his head, so now her body was behind him and hopefully gave her some warning as to when the hatchet’ll come as she tries to choke him unconscious.

[Docile]

With the question asked and Colton clearly having the upper hand Harold sighed and shook his head. Grunting as he tried pulling himself free he could feel that he was firmly locked in place and not going anywhere anytime soon. Frustrated & mad he wildly started kicking & screaming as he thrashed around within his casing angrily.

"Its none of your bloody business!" he shouted back at Colton who simply turned his hand into a long thing needle of searing hot ash. Sighing he looked away before returning his reluctant gaze to Harold.

"Just tell me or I'm going to have to pry it from you via painful methods."

Refusing to spill his secrets Harold spat at Colton. Splattering over his face he sighed and before Harold knew what had hit him deeply embedded in his right shoulder was a searing hot needle of searing hot volcanic ash burning away at his flesh.




As the larger man missed Alexis and watched her vault over him he continued his swing around in a circle. Using his feet to spin him and keep him balanced he brought himself spinning round to face Alexis with the hatchet still swinging in her direction ready to cleave her in two.

He wasn't a man to be triffled with nor try & trick. If he wanted a fight you had to give him a fight or he'd chase you to the end's of the earth to get one out of you. Grunting as he continued to swing the heavy weapon in a prolonged sweeping motion the larger pirate shouted.

"Either you die or I die. Its your choice!"

Being deadly serious with his words and feeling a strong desire to bury his hatchet into Alexis's body or rip her limbs clean off the large pirate had an unquenchable blood lust that Alexis was on the other end of. The clouds above had begun to move in and a light drizzle started to rain down over the battlefield.



Holding his leader in his arms the twin who'd been so worried about losing his leader was met with a butt load of lead which torn through his body ripping large holes in him, his body was suddenly in agony and blood had begun to drip over the floor. Standing in disbelief as his body leaked dousing the floor with a new red coat his twin watched in horror.

"YOU BASTARD!" he screamed in the highest of shrill tones. Charging towards his brother's corpse which rolled on backwards and squelched as he hit the floor and a crimson juice oozed out he charged around the corner and cast himself into a roll. Infuriated with the loss of his brother he wasn't about to accept it and wanted revenge. He wanted blood and he wanted it now!

[Serious?]

Another one down. That's what happens when you get too fat; you become a wider target. Tullus even liked to believe that all of those pellets that those four shells dished out all got right up into the meat of one of those fat bastards. No matter, most of them were dead and there was only one more enemy to deal with before heading up. Tullus even deduced through their obscene roundness and weight that the two lard-balls were supposed to be the "wrecking balls" he was a little panicked about earlier. He definitely smelled smoke on them, but he had yet to see any fire yet. Nonetheless, they were simply an annoyance to the stranger. He flipped open the shotgun and shoved four more buckshot shells into that baby.

The shrill, woman-like scream of the other "wrecking ball" Tullus heard sort of surprised him, seeing as he's never heard any man that wasn't a crossdresser raise their voice to such shrill tones, but still kept his head despite all of that. What he wasn't prepared for was when he rolled around the corner with the intention to run the bandaged man over with his immense weight (probably) and kill him violently. As a result, Tullus took an unsteady leap backwards and nearly fell down from that close mistake. Summoning all of his leg and lung power, the stranger made a dash down the hallways and corridors at a speed that would be slightly faster than what the fatass was rolling at, as to last as long as possible in case he proves to be more trouble than need be.

While running, he had Gluttony in his hands and, like the smart person he is, he pointed it in the general direction of where behind him was, making sure that the barrels were all safely away from his body with little to no chance of any bullet coming back at him, and then he fired one barrel. Play it safe for now, wouldn't want to lose grip of the gun in a vital situation such as now.

[Vaetric]

Before she was able to attempt to start subduing him, she found that he was faster than he looked. Looks like she’d have to take him down some other way, “Fat bastard.” she spat, hitting the deck to avoid the swing.  She wondered what was stopping the marine recruits she saved from shooting him, she swore if they came up to him using their rifles as clubs she’d wreck their faces after the pirate cleaved them off.
 
The guy wasn’t looking.. Safe. As in, he looked like a guy on the verge of a berserker rage, and that wasn’t good, no matter what kind of pain she threw at him, he’d just shrug it off or use it to fan his flames of fury, and that was a kinda shitty person for her to fight. She wondered how strong those sticks of concrete were. Strong enough to wreck people’s necks and backs that was for sure.  She jumped to the nearest spike and shoved it out of the ground. It wasn’t a proper weapon, therefore it didn’t count as weapondry, done. She can use it. She breathed heavily through her nose, she’d just fought off a load of pirate crew who’d love nothing more than to rape her threw her ears and nose, now she was fighting some oversized balloon who needed to get popped since he was so full of hot air.
 
“Bring it on, beanstalk!” she’d retort, okay. Blind him with his own blood, then kick him off the ship. The sea didn’t count as a weapon. She’d run toward him before falling over, her foot was killing her. “Fuuuuuck my life.” she’d gasp, before rolling to the left to avoid another swing. She pushed herself up and started hopping on her other foot, jumping toward him in an attempt to stab him along the forehead in an attempt to open up the skin.

[Docile]

Screaming in agony Harold's screams rose into the sky.

"Now are you going to spill?" Colton asked as he yawned.

"Alright Look! I bought it!" hearing those words sent Colton's brain into motion. He'd bought it!? Well, well, well. It looked like they had stumbled on to the right trail.

"Where from?"

"Mandrake's Canyon!"

Nodding Colton started to smile.

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."



Missing her once more the large man stopped swinging and watched Alexis. She made her way towards the large concrete sticks and waiting to see what she would bring to him he watched as she quickly made her way towards him with the concrete spear. Swinging for her in a downward fashion his hatchet crashed down through the air slamming into the ground he missed Alexis as she leapt to the left.

Trying to pry it free he felt something impale itself into his forehead. Feeling the pain as this agonizing spear dug in deep, the large pirate let go of his hatchet and stumbled backwards suffering a form of brain damage. His arm twitched along with his eyes.

From his mouth drool started to spill forth. Whatever it was that Alexis had done to the large pirate it was clearly incapacitate him.



Feeling the first of all the shots land and rip through the bottom of his stomach the second of the wrecking balls grunted deeply with the agony of the shots ripping through him. Blood dripped down his legs. Stopping in place and falling to what little knees he had the wrecking ball allowed tears to fall from his eyes as he lay on the floor before Tullus.

"Go on then. Finish me." he said to Tullus feeling the agony of the wound in his body & of the loss of his brother.

"I don't wanna live without my brother."

[Serious?]

With the second wrecking ball taken care of with one shotgun shell, Tullus immediately slowed down his running to a halt and cautiously walked up to the dying person, gun pointed directly at him. As fat and stupid as these two kiddies were, this one still might have one final trick up his sleeve, and the bandaged man did not feel like falling for anything like that. Step by step, he slowly crept forward until he was able to clearly get a good meatshot on his target.

Of course, being in a mentally and physically destroyed state, the single twin no longer wanted to live without his second half, and wanted to be finished off. While keeping his aim steady on the fat man, he pondered; He pondered about what the right choice would be. If he were to keep him alive, this person could provide key information on future missions, or hell, even the mission he was assigned to earlier! On the other hand, he was a pirate and he deserves to die like one.

Being the mighty moral choice maker he is, Tullus chose the latter. He doubted anyone would care whether or not a few pirates died, and if they tried to grill him, he could always pull out the "not being cooperative" card. And so Tullus pulled the trigger on both his legs and an arm. Not vital areas, but with the amount of blood he'll lose, it will be fatal. He casually reloaded and looked upon the scene after he put Gluttony away.

"Hmm...Judging by the amount of blood you're losing, I'd say you'll bleed out in about five minutes, give or take." Tullus remarked as he stepped over the fatty and started to head towards the stairway up.

"Enjoy."

[Vaetric]

Alexis had maybe used a bit too much of her strength in an attempt to end the fight, she did it though. He wasn’t looking too good, it was all..Ewish. Like, he looked like a massive unicorn human. “Yeah? Fuck you. I do what I want. Dick.” she’d say, brushing her hair off and limping away from him.
 
She looked around before shrugging and agonisingly walked up the stairs. “Bloody hell.” she’d cvurse as she’d make it up to the steery place and leaned on the front balcony. “Aight?” she’d ask the commander before placing her hands behind her head and close her eyes to attempt to nap. A thought came across that she’d probably have to go do.. Something, like.. Wasn’t Colton fighting the guy? That captain guy who threw the spears? Well, she fought a load of the ship’s crew, and those who made it under the deck had that wacko Tullus to deal with, so eh.
 

Her leg throbbed angrily as she tried to catch a rest. The whole thing was kinda inconvenient, and she undid her shirt to get more of a breeze on her skin.

[Docile]

Bringing the pirate captain aboard the Marine ship with him as he leapt into the air holding on to the captain within a tight grip of ash Colton landed on the deck close enough to see Alexis dealing with some large hooligan pirate.



Watching as Alexis finished her fight and left a large spear sticking out of the brute's head Colton grinned thinking how the pirate looked rather funny with the spear sticking out of his head. Looking towards the captain in his ashy grip Colton felt a bit of teasing was in due.

"This is why you don't tangle with the Navy."

As Alexis had joined the commander in his wounded state he looked at Alexis who seemed in pain. As she rested herself down and closed her eyes Commander Rice smiled. She'd earned a rest. They all had really but some people needed to remain awake. Leaving her to rest Commander Rice looked over towards Colton.

"Put some seastone hand cuffs on him and throw him in with Gonzola."

Nodding Colton begun to lead the way making his way past the puddle of blood that had begun to form from the large brute's head and the wound Alexis had granted him with.



Feeling the hot lead rip through his soft flesh & tear his body up inside as well as out the twin hit the floor oozing blood at an alarming fast rate. Watching a pool quickly spread around him the twin was single handedly dying the flooring of the Naval ship a deep crimson.

Muttering a few words before face planting the floor the large wrecking ball twin hit the floor lifelessly. No longer alive nor missed he wouldn't be ever again.

Making his way into the corridor to find the massacre waiting for him Colton looked at the bodies & Tullus who stood before it all.

"Nice." Without a proper look nor a simple change of expression Colton continued down the hallway to throw the captain in prison. It was time they cleaned up a bit and sorted out the ship & its mates.

END OF THREAD

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