Trespasser -Legacy pirates/invite-

[BOB GROPPER]

Stealth Mode.....

A dark shadow in the water swimming closer and closer the Thriller Bark. In the evening this creature arrived at Thriller bark. He swam hard toward the surface and shot himself like a torpedo into the air and dived into the woods surrounded in broken buildings. He landed on the ground, cracking it a little from impact. As he arose the light that was left before dark shone on him and one could see him for this brief moment. He wore black pants, black sandals, black headband, black skin tight sleeveless time of turtle neck shirt, a black double sheath holster strapped onto his back with his two swords resting in there sheath, and black paint marked down his left and right cheek and down his arms, stealth mode.

He was sent her to steal an item of value to the fishmen. He had heard that this place has new owners and he didn't know much about them but he won't falter from the mission ahead or will he. He jumped into the tree's and traveled out of sight. Making sure to be fast. He must complete his mission in the time frame he was given. Finally he reached the mansion in the middle of the island. Of course there wasn't anywhere to hide outside the doors so he hand to run over quickly and stay close to the walls. He opened the door quietly and slipped in then of course quickly he ran down the hall. If he sensed anyone coming of course he'd hide quickly before seen. Though what if he doesn't notice. Anything is possible.

[YONKOU BYAKKO]

Since taking over the island flotilla of Thriller Bark, Nikon Fausto had been hard at work. In truth, his crew was fairly small even for the standards on the Grand Line where quality was preferred to quantity. But he had been doing whatever was in his power to keep that fact a secret. If it had gotten out to the populace of Thriller Bark that their new Kingpin had only a handful of actual underlings, he would have to face an uprising. And that was far from acceptable. One of the good things that had come out of all of this however, was that his payment of some of the louder and bigger pirates who called the place home had ensured him some allies for the moment at least. He really needed to get around to going into town and winning that money back through poker. But one thing at a time.

Wearing his favourite three piece suit, black with a white shirt and black tie, he had sat down in the lounge area of the mansion he had bought previous to his take-over of the town. With a nice glass of wine in hand and a well-thumbed copy of mathematical theorems upon his lap, he was content for the evening. However, it would seem that the great tactician in the sky had other plans for the white haired wonder of the Legacy Pirates. Pure chance had him glancing out of the window as a blue and black blur raced between the wall and the front door, allowing him to see Bob's form as he cleared the gap. Rising up silently, he moved parallel to the intruder from within the lounge, following the slight sound of his footsteps as he moved down the hallway.

The hall only had one doorway out, and that led into the back end of the lounge and from there one could gain access to the rest of the house, but it was this singular angle of approach that had caused Nikon to splash out on the building. He could defend it quite easily from a standard burglar with this one doorway to hold, and he could defend it from all but the most extraordinary burglar in combat. Coming to a stop across from the doorway, he leaned against the wall with a scalpel in his hand. Ready to launch it without a moments hesitation the second his uninvited guest poked his head through the doorway. More preparation on Nikons part had allowed him to make sure the door opened back into the hallway, thus denying anyone the pleasure of cover from the door. Standing a good ten feet from the door itself and with his aim being particularly good, Nikon held the advantage in negotiating the guest being elsewhere. It's almost too simple...

[BOB GROPPER]

He stopped at the door at the end of the hall. Before opening the door he used his Electroreception skill to make sure if there was anyone on the other side. And there was someone there. Someone that was standing near the door but not close to the door. Thats what he could tell from what he saw with his skill. He stood there for a little bit, thinking of what he needed to do from now on. Because from now on, it was going to get dangerous for both there lives.

He stepped a few feet back from the door. Then polling the extra fabric from the turtle neck shirt over his mouth and gils, just incase he gets gassed. Its a special fabric that he wears. He took his two swords from there sheath from the back of him and charged the door, kicking it open. Then darting straight, seeing the silver man near the wall. He quickly shifted toward the man fast and use one sword to try cutting the man. The sword came at him in a horizontal way. His other sword was held back incase the silver haired man stopped his blade.

[YONKOU BYAKKO]

Seeing the fishman, what skin was visible was frickin' blue after all, barrel through the doorway and straight towards Nikon's prone form against the wall gave the Pirate a bit of an insight into the man heading towards him with what seemed to be murder in mind. The fact that he had not hesitated in the slightest as he came through the door, but infact came directly towards Nikon's position made it clear to the Chessmaster that he had somehow detected his presence and position from the otherside of the door. An interesting ability. Another thing was the ease with which the door was blasted open without slowing him down in the slightest. He was obviously Nikons antithesis, a fighter who used his raw strength as his main asset. Unsurprising for a fishman, they did tend to be naturally stronger after all.

Reacting with a new plan already forming within his able mind, Nikon dove forward in with an intent to meet his attacker mid-strike. Not happy with simply driving himself forward at a man with a longer weapon, he also swung his right hand out as he pushed off of the wall, sending the scalpel held within his grip out at the charging fishman. Using the added momentum from the wall, he dove hard towards his opponent. Watching as the blade came in from his immediate left, he let a small smile grow upon his face as he dropped low and left, allowing the swords to whistle by over his head.

Both drawing and throwing three scalpels at once with his right hand as he scooted past the completely open side of Bob, the Chessmaster let them fly at the exposed side. With the blade having swung across his body, it was a fact that his ribs and side were on show for a beating. The scalpel blades were unlike that of swords, slim and sharp beyond measure they were specifically designed to slice flesh apart. Continuing his forward movement, Nikon twisted his body whilst going into a roll, allowing him to swiftly regain his footing and face his opponent. Scapels already within both hands and his back to the only actual exit of the house, he was ready for the next move.

[BOB GROPPER]

Bobs blade met with the wall and saw that the silver haired man ducked and threw his scalpels at him. He should of saw that coming. Thats the last time Bob bursts into a room like an crazed banshee. The blades didn't hurt that bad. It was good that they were sharp enough for a clean cut instead of something dull which would be full of pain. It still hurt but Bob didn't care. He'll just power on threw because its not that bad. Well it might be, Bob might be underestimating the wounds.

Bob stared at the silver haired man for a few seconds with his swords ready for attack. He thought about charging again and just get wounded again but to tackle the guy threw the exit which doesn't have a door anymore. Though he didn't do that. He decided to put his swords away and ran toward the couch in the lounge, diving behind it. Then picking the couch up and charging toward the silver haired man for a few seconds and threw the couch at him. Obviously the couch was to big to threw a scalpel at, so the silver hair man better make a run for it.

[YONKOU BYAKKO]

Suppressing a sigh as the Fishman seemingly ignored his now bleeding side. Not even removing the three pieces of metal in his wound, Nikon could see that this wasn't going to be much of a fight despite the obvious strength of the man before him. Blood loss was something that if left unchecked was more dangerous than an actual sword. Even with his scalpels not doing the damage he'd hoped, probably due to his fishman physiology somehow, they were still bleeding fairly badly. They would do the job for him, all the Chessmaster had to do in the meantime was wait until the bloodloss took its toll and then he could go to work.

But it would seem that would have to wait, for as the fishman moved with a speed born from what had to be assumed was purely adrenaline, Nikon moved slightly as well. As he reached the couch and lifted it above his head, Nikon had already loosed three scalpels towards Bob's knees, aiming for the ligaments below the knee joint itself. It would take some work to fix that, but it could be done. And Nikon had some questions to ask this mystery attacker, questions that were already forming as he dropped low enough to the ground as he moved forward that the impromptu projectile flew over his head and hit the wall behind him. A scalpel in either hand, if his attack upon the knees had been successful he would move in to knock the fishman unconscious. If not, he would simply keep his distance and continue to pepper him with blades.

One way or another, this battle was reaching its close.

[BOB GROPPER]

SHOCKING, Bob didn't think it was possible to maneuver that quick around a couch that size and throw more scalpels at the same time. He tried to move out of the way but how could he. He's a big guy and moving fast to dodge was hard in the position he was in. What else could have been done. His flesh was cut again and the pain caused him to lean over to remove the scalpels but as he did the scalpels in his side shifted. Bob didn't want to remove the blades because he may bleed even faster. He was just to stubborn to remove them but now he had to. He must continue, he must get past this guy no matter what.

He had to remove them so he could lean down and remove the three in his leg. So he took them out and put his hand to his side then leaned down the remove the scalpels in his leg. Now of course this isn't at warp speed or anything so Bob was wide open for an attack. Though who says he couldn't just poll out a sword and do a last minute attack on the possible surprise attack. He was made and his mind wasn't clear so who knows what could happen. He could faint before anything could happen. He is losing a lot of blood.