Fear Runs Rampant! -CLOSED-

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Heavy foot steps cracked the cobble stone street in the city of LogueTown. These footsteps belong to the ten foot tall Vice-Admiral Fletcher. People in the streets vanishing into the alley ways as he walked. The one eye'd Vice-Admiral frowning as usual as he walked. He didn't like being on the streets all alone. Was he really that scary. He wondered about that as he looked in the window of a bakery. But your reflection is just a reflection and the outside of your body is just a body. Its the inside he would half to look at and well. His inside wasn't very nice. It was twisted and heartless. If you could see who he really is. You'd surely wish he were dead. But who would wish something so heartless. He would, deep inside the real Fletcher would. But the demon in him says other. Revenge is trully a posion.

The people inside see him of course. They pretend they don't see him but really there to scared shitless to look his way. He stepped back and turned back to the street. He continued his walk, frowning even more. He stopped again, his eye catching the sight of a bar in a alley way. He turned and his frown was turn upside down. Though he looked even more scary with a smile. He had a bit of a crazy look in his eye. He began to walk toward the bar. He was just going to have a drink. Just a simple beer in a bar that could possibly have pirates in it. Though thats not a reason for him to be there. Oh no, more like a desire to kill any idiot that bothered him. Of course he wasn't going to cause trouble. He definatly knows better than that. He opened the door now arriving at the bar. He bend over and slid threw the door. He was a few feet to tall to fit threw the door so bending over a bit was a good idea.

Of course the ceiling is exactly his height maybe a little taller. Either way his head almost touched the ceiling. He took a look around the room. He saw a perfect place to sit and would kick any asshole that was in it. He walked toward the bar, a man sitting on a stool was infront of him. The bar keep was standing in front of the man on the stool. Fletcher rolled his eye and kicked the man right off the stool. "Your in the way!" Fletcher said with his usual rough voice. The man looked up drunk and full of rage. "Who the FU...." The man saw what kicked him and decided to leave before he was killed. Fletcher looked at the bar keep quiet at first. "I'll have a big jug of beer and you better be quick."

He turned pointing at a table in the corner. "When its ready send it to that table." The man nodded and got to work. Fletcher walked over to the table glaring at the people that were sitting at it. "Get lost filth!" He said roughly louder than normal. They picked up there beers and ran away from the table. Relocating to the bar stools. And Fletcher sat down on the old chair behind the table. It was the only chair that seemed to be able to hold his weight seeing as it was a thicker piece of furniture. He sat down and waited for his beer. Surly the beer will arrive soon or Fletcher will half to stand up and no one wants him to get up. No body likes a freshly painted red bar.

[Kenny G]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e; color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;] KALAMITY I'm Not Afraid “ The ground crumbled as the gigantic man walked down the ways of Loguetown his right eye scanning the area with interest. The people of the marine full town were split in half, some who didn’t care in the least as they looked at Kenny and some who scurried off into the darkness afraid of the near eleven foot tall Rear Admiral of Division Six. His left eye was cleverly covered by the black piece making him look even scarier in a way. His black suit blended into the shadows and the red tie gleamed as he walked through the alleyways of the town toward a particular place to get something to drink. The white coat on the gigantic man glimmered as he walked slowly, taking long steps covering many meters with one stride. He cleared the alley and walked onto a busy rode with a variety of performers, bystanders, and in the corner of his eye some pirates to boot. He turned into another alleyway after some time and by that time he was extremely bored, the town was so dull and lifeless. Taking out his Soprano he added the reed to the shiny gold jazz instrument and took a large breath into it. The appearance of a 11 foot man playing an instrument was rather different, but of course it seemed that the appearance almost fit Kenny to the soul. The behemoth of a man kept on walking and playing the instrument like a master. He was the musician of his Division anyways. The katana at his waist jingled slightly as he walked while playing the Soprano, but that only added to the melody of the instrument that could be heard for miles. He busted the door of a bar open slowly, swinging the door open his hands were still moving on the keys of the instrument, he bent down and went through. He had to stay bent down for a while until he went to the stool in a corner and sat down. The Rear Admiral slowly finished his song to the distraught of many customers at the bar and put the instrument away. He called the bar keeper here and it seemed like someone had just had their period in the room as someone had got into a fight. “Can I have a medium-sized beer please” Kenny said smiling to the barkeeper. He couldn’t exactly understand what the keeper had said, but he murmured something about another marine and trouble. Dumbfounded, he just waited for his beer to show up, it was then he looked around the bar searching or just looking around. Some people met his gaze and slowly lowered their eyes, secluding to their large drinks. As he finished surveying the old bar, he saw the ‘other marine’ the barkeeper was talking about, he was his Vice Admiral, Fletcher. Grabbing his drink, Kenny got up and walked toward Fletcher sitting across from him on the table, “well boss, what brings you to this non-secluded area” he said snickering. He knew that in any other situation, you never joke with Fletcher, but Kenny was on the same level as him even though he was a rank lower. He was only slightly taller than his captain, but he was much bigger in size and had a more evil appearance. He drank up the rest of his beer and slammed it back onto the table, sending a shockwave in the air. Kenny waved the cup in the air and a man came by taking up the glass for a refill. Everyone didn’t hate him like Fletcher, but no one really liked Marines. Ever since that execution a long time ago, no one had really liked the marines or there doing. ” ― KENNY CREED TAGGED : Hell WORD COUNT : Count for ya self NOTES : ? CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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Arriving right away the waitress came with the large beer. "Heres your beer Vice-Admiral sir." She spoke with a nervous tone as she placed the beer on the table. "Is there anything else you would like to order sir?" Fletcher looked her over as she spoke. She wasn't that bad looking. Not bad looking at all. Fletcher sat up and grabbed her hand. "HA, how brave of you to ask young lady. And well you can keep me company." He grinned with a lick to his lips. He had a bit of lust in his eyes. And with that answer he polled her onto his lap. Now when this happens, one is suppose to remain calm and not piss Fletcher off. She panicked of course and slapped him in the face with a big yelling "NOOOOOO..." What she did was the biggest mistake to ever do. He let her get off of him and right then when she turned away again to leave thinking that she could run away from punishment. He grabbed his beer and swung it to the back of the girls head. The beer spilling of course and the jug cracking off her head. Obviously she fell to the ground and everyone in the bar was feeling more uneasy.

"Hmmp! I'm out of beer." He looked at his beer then poured the rest of what was left in the jug on the knocked out girl. He glared at the bar keep, his eyes full of hell fire. The bar keep knew he would need to get the violent Vice-Admiral a new drink right away or the bar would be painted in blood. Another server came out but this one was male. He placed the new beer down and took the girl away with the broken beer jug. Fletcher made a disgusted look at the boy for moving her. He would of stopped him but the bar is getting a little to intense so not today. Fletcher picked up his beer and began drinking it. And everyone else in the bar went back to what they were doing. Pretending that nothing happened.

The door to the bar slammed open and in walked Fletchers Rear Admiral. Playing his music instrument like usual. He's a nice fellow to be around and Fletcher didn't mind him being here. Though it would seem that Kenny hasn't noticed Fletcher just yet. That was kind of rude but he let that pass. Though it didn't take long for the man to notice that Fletcher is also in the room. He walked over and sat at the table in front of Fletcher. And Fletcher looked at him listening to the words coming out of his mouth. "Oh... no.... reason... Really." He answered lying about his mischievous plan to pick a fight with the brats in this bar. "So now that thats all answered and done with. Why are you here? Don't you need to do any paper work?" He questioned the Rear Admiral trying to put the spot light on him.

[KING PUFFLES]

A dreadful silence swept through the moonlit streets of Loguetown as an ominous wind drifted through the air. All was quiet save for the blowing of wind against the building-tops and the soothing echoes of the calm sea crashing onto the cities port. Not a single creature stirred in the night; not a mouse, nor an owl, not even an ant. In the blink of an eye the silence of the night was shattered like a glass into a thousand pieces as a massive marine vessel lurched into the sea and scattered all across the waters, plunging deep down into the dark depths.

A lone figure could be spotted along the docks by the wreckage, tranquilly staring out at the wreck. An immense obstruction lay ready upon the figure, the silhouette of a giant mallet clearly outlined in the dark night. The dark figure stood still for several heartbeats before turning tail and quietly trotting off into town. As it walked beams of moonlight shot down upon the dark figure to reveal it was no more than a cream skinned man with blood red hair, an eye-patched right eye, and a long emerald green eye. Zelio D. Bleu, captain of the soon to be rulers of the seas, the "Nemesis Pirates", was hell bent on spreading his crews name by any means necessary, sinking however many marine vessels he needed to do so.

Zelio peacefully strolled into an alleyway bar, the moon sat still in the center of the sky like a frozen clock. By his fully black attire one would have easily mistaken Zelio for a funeral director, but by the hulking sky-scraper of a hammer slung over his right shoulder they'd think otherwise. His scarlet red hair hung low over his patched right eye completely hiding it from view. The odd scene laid out before Zelio was quite queer to say the least...a young waiter lugged off an injured waitress, her skull possibly fractured with severe head trauma, and customers sat in relative quiet fear on bar stools while two gargantuan gorillas of men sat at a secluded table.

Zelio recognized one of the men as Vice-Admiral Fletcher Du-Freign, the other, also a marine, was unrecognizable to the pirate captain. With a short breath of cool air and a blank expression on his face Zelio crossed to a seat on a bar stool isolated from the other customers at the end of the counter, but just ten meters from the two marines. He propped his feet up on the bottom rings of the stool and sat the pole of his hammer just between his legs against his right thigh. Right as it touched the floor the hammer extended several feet with the blunt end hanging over his head. The bartender cautiously crept over to the captain's side of the counter with his eyes wide and full of fear. "W-what will ya be havin..." he shook. A long pause passed through the bar as Zelio stared at the barkeep, his lone eye filled with nothingness like a never ending abysmal hole. "Scotch on the rocks" he started. "Oh, and to whoever owned that bigass marine ship at the port...I sunk your vessel"

[Kenny G]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e; color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;] KALAMITY I'm Not Afraid “ The entire bar seemed to have their eyes silently planted on the two behemoth marines having a chit-chat. Kenny had guessed it, but he didn’t exactly know if Fletcher was the cause or was it just plainly the grudge that outlawed marines from humans. There was some yelling outside and he thought someone was getting mugged, but it was more of a what the hell is that scream not a save me I’m getting mugged scream. The marine took some more sips of his beer and quietly waited for a while. The bartender seemed to keep a side of his eye or just his peripheral vision planted on the two gargoyles, the hatred seemed to be aimed at Fletcher however. “What the hell Fletcher” Kenny said trying to fist out what he did “Why’d you have to go and do that” he said smashing the bear glass onto the table. He ignored the question that was aimed at him; surely even a numbskull like him could understand that you came to a bar to drink. He looked down at the ground and saw some blood that covered the ground; the blood was right next to Fletcher as well. The entire division knew that he had a thing for women. “Can’t you damn not kill someone for a few seconds” he said towards his captain. His eyes moved slightly as he saw the door open up, a strange figure came in. Easily a Pirate, the man had a large hammer swung on his shoulder, scarlet red hair and a right eye that was covered up with a patch. “It looks like we have company” Kenny said silently so that only Fletcher could hear him. Kenny’s white hair seemed to fly around as wind burst around the area. ‘At this rate, my suit will get messy’ he sighed and kept one eye on the pirate, maybe a captain, maybe not. Kenny was an expert at dealing with this kind of situations, but Fletcher was rather not, he would rather decide something with his fists, rather than think about others. The civilians in the area counted to maybe 30-40, thugs, rogues, and civilians scattered around drinking their respective liquors. The comment about marine vessel didn’t scare him, but he knew what the screaming was earlier at the least. “Well then, that pirate ship which I tampered with earlier must’ve been yours” he said calmly picking up his drink and swirling the contents. He just hoped Fletcher didn’t do anything stupid. ” ― KENNY CREED TAGGED : Hell WORD COUNT : Count for ya self NOTES : ? CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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Fletcher sat there calmly as he was getting the feeling that everyone was burning holes in his head with there eyes. He really wasn't liked by anyone at this point and he knew that. He did just hurt a girl before kenny got here. Though Fletcher didn't care what they thought about him hurting her but about him is another thing. If Fletcher ever catches someone giving him the stink eye, heads will roll. He knows what there thinking well he believes he knows what there thinking. Fletcher glared at Kenny what he was yacking about. "Forget about it Ken. I did nothing wrong." He has shifty eyes when he answered Kenny. Fletcher can't help but smash bastards. No one fucks with Fletcher.

Fletcher stared at Kenny when he mentioned killing. He burst out into laughter at the comment. "You totally got me on that. Though I'm not sure if she died." He rubbed his cleff trying to figure out if he hit her hard enough for death to be possible. Well since the waiter boy took her away she must of got medical attention so she is probably okay. So what does he care. No reason to wonder about the girl. Fletcher lifted his drink to his lips again and drank the beer. His attention turned to the red head that had just entered the bar.

Fletcher placed his drink down and stared at the boy, hearing what Kenny said. Fletcher waited a while to see what the young lad was going to do. Then he finally spoke and what he said was quite annoying. Though Kenny kind of cheered him up by what he said. "Thats to bad about my ship but I can easily replace it so who really cares when your ship is also messed up."

[JAVIER SANTANA]

Javier knew Bleu was somewhere in this damn town. He needed to find him and tell him about this damn marine that thought he was tough shit, jacking with their ship. Javier was sleeping, but saw the marine fleeing the scene after the assault. If he had been awake, the damn bastard would of been lying face first in the ditch outside. Santana protected his house, and that was his house; he protected what he had, and he spent his time in his house with his blade. This stuff didn't fly by him often.

Stepping into the third bar thus far, he smirked as he spotted his Captain and the marine from earlier. So it seemed nothing got past his brilliant captain; that or his captain had founded luck once more. Drawing in a shallow breath, he began walking forth as the room slowly emptied from rogues, citizens, and various scums that trailed the earth. He spotted Fletcher, and Javier knew him good enough. The man was huge, powerful, and arrogant. Perfect for slicing a blade directly through.

"Hey, fuckin' chicken shit pussy asshole, watch your mouth in the presence of Bleu."

His mouth was dirty, but he was a pirate, and he was about to engage with a huge marine. Where was Casper when you needed him? He was like a Ghost on occasions...no pun intended.

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NOTES: Sorry for language~

[Caspian❞]

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[MELLO]

A light chuckle escaped the lips of the cherry haired captain, his gaze never once turning from the empty glass on the counter before him. The bartender had filled the cup and in a heartbeat Zelio downed the entire drink. He rested his head on his left hand, his right hand slowly fingering the rim of the empty glass. As weird as it was to him that he was talking to a Vice-Admiral in a bar of all places, Zelio found the meeting to be rather uneventful. The two men sitting in his presence were weaklings. He could tell just from their disposition. He let out an annoyed sigh with the random marine who'd suggested he'd "tampered" with a ship. Zelio's finger stopped circling the glass and sluggishly began to creep up the base of his hammer's pole. "That's quite impossible seeing as I don't have a ship yet..."

Peacefully, Zelio lightly gripped the pole between his legs...the hammer for those with low moral standings. "I was planning on stealing that marine vessel, but it'd be far too much work painting and I'd much rather not pay to get the job done...so I sunk it!" he chimed. A wily grin spread across the red hair pirates lips. He let his feet down from the stool and allowed them to rest on the ground with the bottom of the hammers pole resting softly on the tip of his right foot. The door swung open and a chilling breeze rolled into the room. Zelio's smile shrunk to a low frown as he instantly recognized his swordsman Javier's voice ripping through the air like a drunkard. When the boisterous pirate was finished spouting Zelio grabbed the hammer in his right hand, gripping it so lightly that it looked as if it'd fall at any minute. Without even looking in his face anyone could tell the captain had been irritated, but he had an awfully funny way of showing it.

"Jav...please watch your mouth when you get around me unless you want this hammer plunged to the depths of your stomach..." he spoke. Zelio's voice was calm yet filled with rage at the same time. His words were colder than any blizzard, sharper than any sword, but most of all he didn't even raise his tone which was like the icing on the cake. He pushed his left hand down upon the counter, slowly lifting himself up from the stool until he was standing tall with the blunt end of his hammer towering over his head. He lightly tapped the bottom and felt the pole shorten to five feet in his hand. "As for you mister Du'Freign. I really do dislike the maiming of the innocent and as much as I adore killing I positively hate harming women and what you've done is unforgivable..." As Zelio neared the end of his dialog he was cut off by another body entering the bar, this one another member of his crew Casper D. Valentine. Without hesitation Zelio spun on his heels and lunged at the Vice-Admiral, swinging his giant pole-arm weapon with one hand in an arc for the hulking man's entire midsection.

[JAVIER SANTANA]

Inner quarrels of the crew; Javier raised an eyebrow slightly as his somewhat hungover brain took in his captains words. He wasn't used to working with a crew, or perhaps under another person's command. Calling Javier out like that in front of the enemy? Not a cool move. Then again, Javier was slightly hungover so his apathetic state of mind was rather overbearing. As the captain finished his small speech, Javier's eyes widened slightly as he suddenly realized what was going on.

THEY DIDN'T HAVE A SHIP. Somehow, amidst the night of drinking he indulged in the night before, he had somehow forgotten that. Whose ship was he on exactly then? Was that actually Bleu he had seen leaving the ship? Javier had chased after him, lost the perpetrator, then come to this bar after a little bit of searching. As the realization of the whole situation hit him, he simple looked down and noticed Casper.

"Oh. Casper. Hey there."

He spoke with a sudden...most out of place joy and happiness. Smiling and waving, Javier lost the seriousness of the situation in seconds.

[Kenny G]

Smiling slightly Kenny turned into a full grin as the Vice Admiral in front of him just admitted to almost killing someone. ‘Well at least he admitted it’s a start’ he thought with a sigh escaping from the depths of his mouth. The next comment at least was good; Fletcher didn’t explode like usual and the man thanked him for that in the least. Putting his hand on his chin he started thinking, this could get rather cumbersome. The next thing that happened was a swordsman appeared inside the bar, and by the looks he seemed like a pirate with connections to the pirate with the big hammer. The words seemed to get worse and worse as he spoke them, the entire bar seemed to file out of the bar slowly as the pirates and marines were possibly going to clash. “Why don’t you watch your damn mouth” Kenny started saying “Hell, it wouldn’t take me three fingers to make sure your head is up your lovely captain’s ass” as vulgar as it was he took a long stare at the swordsman as he said it.

The captain seemed to take action at this, first agreeing with Kenny that the swordsman was a useless piece of shit and would most definitely die soon. The actions next seemed different in a way, the captain talked to Fletcher in a different way and soon as he started, Kenny knew what would happen. “Fletcher, we’ll talk about this later” he slowly stated as another pirate seemed to come in. He was maybe a gunner of some sort, maybe even a navigator or engineer. Instantly, Kenny got up with his bear splashed all over the bar ground and appeared in front of Fletcher crouching down slightly to make sure he didn’t hit the top wall. Kenny had steel like arms and legs, he could stay crouched for hours at a time, this was a time he would thank the heavens for the ability to do that.

As the hammer swung in an arc, Kenny put his arm up in front of the hammer, he knew he could take the hit so he calmed himself down and would definitely catch the hammer if it came in the arms area. His other arm was also ready just in case the hammer swerved at the last second, “the innocent huh” Kenny replied doing this “what do you think you’re doing, charity?” he questioned the pirate. With that the black band over his eye released and he finally opened his left eye, it had been a few days since his eye was last opened. The red eye gleamed in the light as he looked straight at the captain in front of him. This would get difficult, surely the other pirates would also attack him, but it was a marine’s duty to protect their higher ups. It was such a pain.

[DMITRI FAUSTO]

Fletcher should a disgusted look at the afro swordsman. How dare he open such a filthy mouth. These kids were starting to get so damn annoying. What's with children these days. There so full of energy and cockiness. Absolutely no respect though Fletcher didn't have must respect either so at least they had something in common. Another young lad walked in. He looked innocent for some reason. He was defiantly the odd one in the group. So many kids here to gang up on him. Just what the doctor ordered. Fletcher was very happy about this out come.

Now he can play and blood can spill everywhere. It didn't matter who's blood it was, all he wanted was a fight even if it kills him. Fletcher let out a satisfied long laugh at the captains last comment. "I do have quite the messed up attitude don't I but I really could care less if she was female. We are all people in this world and there ain't no difference between us all. All there is to do is erase the filthy pirates from this world. So... Are you gonna bark all day, doggie, or are you gonna bite?" Fletcher said with a very rough fired up voice as he stood up seeing a hammer coming at him. His Rear Admiral taking care of it for him was kind of annoying. Fletcher wanted to do that. But oh well, he shall get the next one.

And with that he made a short dash at the captain not caring if this looked like him and his Rear Admiral were ganging up on him. He launched his big fists toward the captains face not caring if a blade would come at his face and slice his cheek or any other wounds. All Fletcher wanted was to fight and have the time of his life. He loved this day so much he just had to grin like an insane man prepared for death. Though he must not die today.

[MELLO]

These marines seemed to think they were hot shit, but Zelio knew that he'd have to be the one to knock them down a couple pegs. As his hammer shot through the air like a bullet the Rear Admiral broke into the fray and tried to disrupt the attack, luckily for him Zelio hadn't activated his color of armanents haki so that the man could keep his life. "I gotta watch him..." Zelio thought. "Looks like he'd be willing to take a shot or two for that V A." Zelio stopped dead in his tracks, the hammer stopping just a foot from the Rear Admiral's chest. If any human man thought that he stood a chance against captain Bleu's hammer then boy did he have another thing coming. The scarlet haired captain gave a small slit of a smile, barely showing his teeth. The marines were outnumbered two to three, but Zelio like the odds pitted against him.

Before he could motion for Casper and Javier to stand down, Zelio was abruptly inturrupted by the towering eyepatched figure known as Du'Freign. A massive fist came hurdling full speed towards Zelio's face and the pirate captain did nothing but stand tall. With the fist just inches from his face, Zelio ducked down and released his hammer in unison, dropping to the ground and lunging underneath the Vice Admiral's body. With his giant body and outstretched hand Zelio sufficed that there was nothing the marine could do to defend and with his lackey behind him it'd be difficult for him to intervene. Energy swelled throughout his hands and Zelio could feel the power of his basoshoku, color of armanents, activating in his fists, allowing him to rip through even the toughest of metals. Cocking back his hand as he lunged, Zelio released a bullet of a jab headed on course for the gullet of the vice admiral.

[JAVIER SANTANA]

Javier knew Zelio had this and Casper was there to back him up. Sighing with a hint of frustration, he took a lasting gaze at that damn man whom towered above the rest. He was strangely familiar. Perhaps Javier had met him in his past days as a bounty hunter, perhaps not. Someone like that though...they didn't just seem familiar for no reason. On top of the situation of Zelio being able to adequately handle himself, Javier was somewhat angered at his captain for calling him out like that.

Zelio had recruited him, not earned his trust. They weren't quite friends yet, and he didn't trust Zelio any more so than he respected him. Even so, he was the captain and it could shoot either way. Friendships are like bridges, they are built over time. Two people don't make a bridge in a week either. It takes time.

Turning his back, he stepped out of the bar, and wondered off to find a place to sleep. He didn't feel like putting up with this shit.

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[DMITRI FAUSTO]

As Fletcher came closer and closer to Zelio, his punch was dodged and a hammer was swung into Fletchers ribs. Of course Fletcher was ready for the attack and used the speed of the kids hit to throw himself into the wall of the bar in order to push off it and launch his feet at the kids face like a spear of amazing force. Which must be harder to counter if one doesn't have the strength to take on such a heavy surprise. Zelio flew into a wall hard and when Fletcher succeeded in hitting the kid he lunged foreward and pushed himself off the ground and round house kicked Caspian out the bar.

Now back on the ground fletcher was disappointed in these cocky pirates. He really didn't think they'd be all talk. Just goes to show that you shouldn't be so damn cocky around someone that is way to tall. Because just because he isn't hard to miss doesn't mean you can escape his reach. Fletcher turned toward his rear admiral and spat at the ground. Obviously away from him. Fletcher wouldn't spit on his rear admiral of course. So he picked up his rear admiral and placed the mans arm around his own neck and dragged him out of the bar and toward the hospital for medical attention of course.

[since no one answered this thread for 8 days, I have declared this thread a bust and because of the rules I win and get yo stuff, hehe! >=3 well I don't get haki but oh well.]