Cherry Recruitment #1 (Harusame, Torin)

[Harusame]

The woman walked fast ahead of him and Sora followed silently. He was kind of dazy from all of that happening so fast. As he kept walking, each step made him feel like he was leaving something behind. It was a s if his mind was a giant cloud at the moment and he felt a weight on his head. Then the image appeared in his mind and he recalled. The person he left behind. Tracey!

His head turned back to see her and luckily he saw her limping towards him. Then he looked farther behind her too see all the men beaten on the ground, moaning like babies. Whoah. He thought. Then he noticed something. Like two figures just behind Tracey. He squinted and saw them barely but still, they were tailing Tracey. They were not wearing marine issued outfits nor did they look friendly. They could only be one thing. Pirates. Sora didn't know what to do. Warn Tracey and probably get her shot or don't warn her and she still get's shot. So he did something similar to what the woman ahead of him did. He called opened his mout but closed it again. Sora hoped Tracey would either hurry up or notice her stalkers.

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(I fixed my computer Lily.)

[BEX]

Striding to put distance between herself and her ‘son’, Morgana smiled warmly at any of the many vendors suspiciously peering at her while primping their wares for the next wave of citizens. Inwardly she wilted at the fact that the streets had been emptied thanks to the bold display she’d put on only moments ago—the men being to starstruck to buy anything and the women uncertain as to whether they hubbies were in the mood to be nagged for jewelry. A merchant’s nightmare.

It was in this deluge of misery that the sounds of violence, the ringing hiss of steel on the wind that caught her ear, turning her around in one smooth movement. The Waste was no place for the slow minded or the clumsy footed and the daughter of a murdered clan chief still had enemies that bore grudges regardless of whether her political right to advise remained intact or not. Before she completely turned to face the source of the melee, bow in hand and a single Daggernose already drawn back as the shoulder bag she’d been holding thumped to the ground realized that her target had been a strange girl. Odd….but what’s she… Behind the limping figure of the slight young woman using a greatsword as a crutch was an array of broken bodies and even more importantly the creeping figures of two men, both of them looking sinister in their intentions. Of these three things the latter should have been the most important, but excitement stirred briefly in the woman’s breast—the girl had red hair much like her! Another Aiel!

Morgana was convinced that only one with the strong blood of those from the Waste could have such deadly prowess and remain so completely untouched by the bone chilling winds of the Frost Kingdom which were only sharpened against the hard stone walls of the castle looming behind her. For the first time since she had arrived a genuine smile worked her ruby red lips as she adjusted her shot with more alacrity, her aiming eye locking on to the first man deftly stepping behind the girl so as not to make a sound. The indolent hero from earlier must have noticed the men too, for his mouth widened as if to say something and Morgana’s breath caught as she bared her own teeth in an effort to signal him to keep quiet. Luckily there was no need for that. Maybe the kid had brains after all.

Then again, she seemed a tad bit short on common sense herself. Here she was, just outside the castle gates having caused a ruckus and now stood in the middle of the town square with everyone with a working pair of oculars staring at her wide mouthed and pointed to the scantily clad woman aiming her armed bow in the direction of a little girl. At least from where the stores clung to the rising snowy hills it was impossible to see the men moving silently behind the unfamiliar girl—wait, was she wearing a skirt? Made of…leaves? This day is turning out about as fine as a bar maid’s skirt after passing…

Morgana’s undoubtedly inappropriate analogy went unfinished as the very thing she’d feared in the altercation with the Frost Kingdom’s bravest happened now. Snap! The twine of string that had been drawn to its full extension snapped sending a glittering, sharp arrow zipping off course and towards a pottery where it exploded into a newly kindled bowl which in turn flipped through the air and bounced off a sign indicating an inn of sorts which of course happened to send a downpour of snow right on top of…well, the already crippled Tracey.

“Aw, blood hell!” groaned Morgan looking at her ruined bow before looking back at where the pile had either buried Tracey or was about to before groaning again, “Bloody hell…”

To make matters worse a lone orphan who had acted with an astute sense of reason in the midst of shocked adults and run to inform the town guard of what was happening just outside the gate. Now he appeared just over the hill’s horizon, aptly pointing the form of a well figured Morgana and now her associate by intuition, Sora—whose name she didn’t actually know.

“Stop!” rang the righteous cry of the revenant as swords were brandished and snow was sent flying in the onrush of six more armed men with the sound of citizens rushing to grip their firearms in the event they should need it. It was quickly becoming a shit show.

Perhaps fortune smiled upon them for in despite the woeful predicament that Morgana, Sora, and possibly Tracey found themselves in, the suspicious looking men had seen the authorities heading their way and decided to take their chances when the Amazonian princess was not the pursuit of an arrow happy vixen or the strong armed vanguard of the law. Slipping around the corner, the two vanished into the shadows as naturally as if they were shadows themselves. Morgana sighed before snatching her bag from the ground—her heart wept as she was forced to simply discard the ruined bow. One of the last reminders from home would remain trampled in the snow by these pale faced…the curse was lost in the rush to get to the girl—she had to be important for another reason besides being Aiel.

Now getting herself and her kinswoman out of here were the only things that mattered to her. The boy would have to fend for himself; he seemed young. Even these brutes wouldn’t hurt a child…too much.

[lily]

As Tracey limped towards Sora he saw that he was walking with someone else who seemed to be leading him away from her. Tracey's eyes narrowed as she hurried to catch up to them thinking "What the hell does this person think she's doing with my crew mate?" she began to pick up the pace when she saw them both turn around and seemingly want to say something but they didn't. It was then that Tracey got a full look at the woman with Sora. "A Kuja!?!" She looked utterly confused as she was wondering why their would be another Kuja all the way out here. Tracey smiled to herself and giggled a bit thinking "Hopefully she's not already affiliated with someone...and can become my crewmate!"

Tracey then began to wave to the two of them calling out "Oiiiiiiii!" She then began to move faster towards them saying "Sora who's your friend?" as she moved closer she noticed that Morgana had pulled out a bow of some sort and aimed it in her direction. So while kind of confused Tracey stopped mid stride and tilted her head to the side. As she shot the arrow it flew in the direction of Tracey who's eyes widened and ducked only to have it hit something else and so she sighed with relief and then looked sternly at Morgana saying "Hey! What's your probl-..AH!" she didn't get a chance to finish as she was piled on with snow and buried in a large pile.

"Ow Ow Owwww..." she said in a pained manner as she stuck her head out of the snow to look up at Morgana who had came over to her. "What the hell is your problem! And what are you doing with my crew mate?!" Tracey went to stand up when the two men from before made their appearance. The first one who was holding two frying pans pointed at the two girls mainly at Morgana and said "Step away from the girl. Or pay the price woman." next to Sora he could suddenly feel the barrel of a gun being pressed to the side of his head as the other man stood next to him with a Flintlock rifle pointed at his temple. "Don't you dare move." he said with animosity. It was up to the two if they were going to fight back or not....

[Harusame]

Sora kept his gaze on Tracey. A stern hard glare so she would get the message. Snap! Swoosh! Right before Sora could turn his head a arrow zipped past it. His eyes widened. Then he looked at Tracey and saw her jump head first into the snow to evade the arrow. Sora looked at the woman. Are you frickin out of your mind! Then she zipped past him down to Tracey. Sora thought, from the looks of it that she was trying to kill Tracey. He rushed back to Tracey but then felt cold metal on his temple. "Don't you dare move." He heard. And just behind Sora, he heard the rush of a bunch of gaurds. Could this be the end?

No. It couldn't. It shouldn't be the end. This was a simple bump in the road you would have to evade. So Sora stood still. He had a simple plan. He put his hands on his head and stood still so the trigger would not be pulled. Then with a fast, swift movement he grabbed the gun and pointed it over his head so if it would shoot, it would go over him and not through his brain. Then he moved in with his other fist and punched the guy in the face. If he did this right, the man would let go of the rifle andSora would be in control. He would simply shoot the man and the other gaurds.

[BEX]

Her? She, the woman seeking to save the small girl had a problem? How dare this....this...was she even Aiel?! The nerve of the flaming strumpet…

“Don’t you dare move.”

Morgana heard the voice at her side where the boy had been, but her attention was placed keenly upon the man angling frying pans at her with murderous intentions in his eyes. Her expression unreadable even with the town guard hurrying down the hill with the resolve to arrest her, the Aiel woman acted as if none of these events had any bearing on her existence. She was a woman beyond such things and the only pressing matter which was even remotely deserving of her curiousity was, “Surely you don't mean to…fight like...that?” she asked with a raised brow. Her lip twitching with barely veiled amusement. The attacker did not share her sense of humor and before any other words could be shared he lurched forward just as Morgana dove to protect her ‘sister’, who remained incapacitated by a combination of injury and encumbering slushiness. Just when it seemed the frying pan of doom would end both their existences, the boy, through a display of wit and skill beyond what he had shown earlier snatched the gun and turned the weapon upon the previous owner.

Bosom firmly pressed against Tracey’s mouth Morgana looked up to the would-be hero as the other man only stared in stark dismay, eyes switching between his defeated ally and the quickly approaching lawmen. Trapped like a hare in a fox’s den, the man gained the look of one ready to desert—a look that procured the most disgrace among her people, but before he could make a step one shot and then another was smoothly fired into both men. The one closet to the strange boy dropped lifelessly to the ground while the other flailed theatrically in crimson smeared snow. Eyes flashing wildly Morgana rushed to her feet, snatched the boy by the wrist, and treating the fallen Tracey in much the same manner took off with both towards the docks from whence she’d come.

“This is just bloody great…I’ve lost a bow, I fear to dance the spears, and… I’m burdened with two cubs too wild to have been let out from beneath their mothers’ tits!” she growled the last part as through a bit of adrenaline and a great deal of story telling enhancement the redhead blazed a trail back through the square en route to the wooden planks where there freedom would lie.

If they could find a ship.

[lily]

Tracey was about to speak to adress the two who she wasn't sure were enemies at this point or allies but they seemed to have a conversation as if she wasn't even there. As Tracey saw the man put the gun to Sora's head her temper flared and her face turned a beat red. They hadn't even gotten off their first island and she was going to pull something like this? "Why you!" said Tracey as she reached down to pick up her sword but suddenly felt a presence near her and looked up to see a man with two frying pans standing pointing them at Morgana and her. She knew with being covered in snow and having a bum leg she couldn't react quick enough to defeat this guy and save Sora but luckily she didn't have to as she was saved by Morgana's quick thinking and even quicker trigger finger.

Tracey sighed and air of relief as she didn't have to strain herself and began to speak to Morgana saying "Thanks for sav-.." she was cut off though do to the fact that she suddenly found herself being carried away and having her face pushed into Morgana's bosom as they went away from the scene they had just caused and ended up by the docks. It was then that Tracey finally pulled free and stepped back, stopping to face Morgana saying "Wait!" she put a hand out as if she was signaling her to stop "I don't even know who you are and you just saved me...I think we're far enough away now...there's no rush!" she smiled a bit at seeing someone so similiar to her. Besides the clothing style she had striking red hair and red eyes just like Tracey did.

It was then that three things happened at once. For one in front of them the building that was far enough they wouldn't get hit but close enough that they could see it seemed to get shot and exploded. Next a boat in the harbor could be seen coming towards where the three of them were. And finally another cannonball began to fly towards them. Tracey was the first person to react to this as the cannonball flew towards where Morgana and Sora were standing she shouted "Look out!" and proceeded to take her great sword and swing at the cannonball like a baseball which sent it flying into the water with a large plume of sea water springing up from it.

[Harusame]

Sora had exceeded in his plan and he held the gun to the man's face. He was ready to shoot untill he felt a hand and suddenly he was in the lady's bossom being dragged away. His hearing was obscured and he was shifted away. As she grabbed him he had drooped the gun and had not noticed the man who dropped dead. He was wisked away and just went along with it untill she stopped and was talking to somebody. He heard mumbling but nothing importnant. Then he heard a Screeeee sound then a last was was what he could make out. A building a couple of miles away he guessed. Then it was quite silent untill he heard the other lady yell something. A swoosh sound was heard and another boom sound. He then wrenched himself from her chest and looked around. He was right, a building HAD blown up and the other boom sound was a split cannon that from the looks of it, Tracey split. He then looked at dock to see a pirate ship setting into dock and a bunch of figures on it. There was a pirate flag and if Sora saw right, a man with canon arms? Then it hit Sora, this must be the ship where the gunner and the cook dude came from. The ship could only mean... Pirates. Sora whispered out of his lips.

[BEX]

In the mad dash for freedom the muffled cries of the pair went unnoticed, at least for a time they did. Finally the leaf clad ginger her heeled her with words of friendship and due curiosity. Even the younger woman’s gratitude there was sincere confusion about the fact that Morgana had risked her very life to protect her—and this talk of nakama? Surely she didn’t mean this loose cannon boy was one of her own heart!

Before she had the chance to put the question forth though suddenly a thunderclap followed by the earth quaking beneath her feet quickly clipped any inquires riding her lips. For the moment at least. Not far from them a building buckled under the weight of cannonball fire and long after a pirate ship hammered its way into the partially frozen docks of the Frost Kingdom. Pandemonium ensued as merchants fled in every direction while hired hands visibly decided whether to continue protecting their clients or to simply save their own hides; in many cases the latter was the wiser choice. Seawater lapped over the icy wooden planks as men hopped down, their greedy faces shining with avarice while their brandished weapons gleamed with equally hasty intentions. As if all this were not cause for concern a heavy set fellow thick with muscle hopped down from the poop deck with his arms catching light as if they were….metal.

The fellow had two cannons for arms. “Oh, bloody hell….” moaned Morgana as the band spread like a plague into the kingdom, many immediately throwing themselves at the recently arrived guard—who had originally come to arrest Morgana and the rest of the small band of three for their earlier transgressions. Suddenly a cannonball clanged against a strong metal surface sending a ring that made her ears ache. Looking up she saw the tail end of a monstrous display of raw power as the lionhearted girl repelled a direct attack upon them sending the heavy iron projectile plummeting to the bottom of the sea. Mouth half open in disbelief she barely had time to duck as a blade kissed the splint end of her ponytailed hair even shaving off a few red strands as the peg legged fellow who had attacked her grinned down upon her. Of all the flaming times for her bow to break….

“You people are nothing, but trouble!” she fumed as she did the only thing she could—kicked him in the jewels. Down the unprotected man went, doomed to never pee correctly again. Eyes narrowed in concentration as chaos unfolded around them she searched for a ship that looked ready for use and was fast enough to elude pursuers if it came to that; someone wanted the girl or her or the boy or them all. Acrid smoke filled her nostrils making her gag, but with a sleeve over her mouth she shuffled over to Tracey hoping to deter the girl from going wild as the siege on the kingdom developed into outright war. “We need to get to a ship! We’ll bloody get blood murdered here!” she shouted near the top of her lungs, but her plea would have to wait as the Cannon-arms fired off several happy rounds into the area nearby.

One blast was within earshot and shattered into several pieces as well as pitching the diminutive Aiel woman from her feet and onto the cold ground. Dazed she sought to steady herself until her hand fell upon a forgotten axe, already stained with the dark crimson of blood. It was only after the world stopped dancing in sets of threes that she realized the weapon hadn’t been forgotten rather the owner—the man whom had challenged her earlier—had fallen dead, eyes peeled back in fear and his blood staining the dusty brown beard that had made him so proud. Putting the image from mind, an icy calmness took her as she quickly began searching for any signs of the two she’d saved in town square. They would all leave here alive. Blood and bloody ashes they would.

[lily]

(OOC: Alright basically their crew has 4 people on it while we have 3. So since Jack didn't know that and kicked someone in the nuts i'm just gonna say it was a cabin boy. Now like Strawhats kind of arcs...we each get to fight someone here. I'll address their characters by using different colors. And you'll know who you're up against.)

As Tracey looked around for the ship they were previously on she had the sudden realization that while she had been inside of it recovering...she didn't know what it looked like! As the 4 people jumped off of the boat and one of them was immediately downed by Morgana's powerful kick to his soft spot the man with cannons on his arms scowled and looked up at the last figure on the boat saying "Kyrie! Get your ass down here and help us kill these guys!" He pointed one cannon at her "I didn't recruit you to be lazy!" The woman placed a clothed foot on the edge of the boat and crossed her arms looked down at the cannon man "But you're "Mortar" Lester O'Neil...you should be able to handle these small fry yourself.." the woman said as she looked at Morgana, then Sora, and finally when she came upon Tracey and saw the way she looked and her weapons with her she narrowed her eyes and began to walk back into the interior of the ship. "I'm out." she said coldly "If you lose against these people. I'm taking the ship." a vein flexed in Lester's neck as he said "Why you...." before he was cut off by Tracey's sudden movement.

In a flash (Although slower than normal due to her bum leg) Tracey took her snake weapon and tossed it to Morgana saying "There! That'll make up for you lost bow for now! Strawberry listen to what she has to say for now!" She then leapt forward and slashed down on Lester with her Great Sword and soon found herself parried by his cannon arms which seemed to be made out of a very durable substance since it only scratched the surface of them. Lester stood there holding his ground with one arm as a cannonball from his backpack sucked into the tube in his right arm and he yelled "Hikari! Attack the one with white hair! And Yami! Get the other red haired woman!" the two twin girls behind him both saluted and the one with white hair ran up to Sora drawing a sword to attempt to cut him into two. While the other girl with Black hair ran forward drawing a pistol in one hand and aimed to shoot Morgana. On Lester a loud whine could be heard as the cannonball that had been sucked in earlier was let loose on Tracey who narrowly dodged it and back up a bit from such close quarters turning to Sora and Morgana saying "Fight guys! As a team I know we can win this!" before she charged back in and yelled "Crimson Crusher!" as she slammed down on Lester with such force it sent him backwards a few feet.

[Harusame]

Sora stood there confused as a bunch of people came raging out of the ship. Morgana had someone on her tail and so did Tracey but Sora had no time to look because as he looked ahad a girl with a katana came rushing at him trying to slice him in halve. He saw that she was aiming to start from the head and split down so as soon as the blade was about 10 cm from his head he swayed to the side and evaded the blade. But she then swinged it sideways at his direction. He jumped up in the air and evaded the blade again. Then as he landed he took atleast five hops back then stopped. "Hello to you too." He said as a joke. "Shut up! And stop moving so I can slice you!" Sora smiled. "That may be fun for you but for me, it means death."

She was angry so she swinged her sword and black energy soared staright at Sora. Sora jumped high in the air and then using the momentum of his weight he soared straight at the lady. Coil kick! He yeled as he brang his foot down on her face and as it toched her face, he spinned it deeper into her skin. Then he landed infront of her. I'm Sora. The lady nearly fell back but she regained her balance and slashed across Sora's chest. Sora moved back but he moved to slow and was sliced across his chest. He landed a little bit away from from the woman and held his bledding chest. She looked at him and smiled. "Hikari."

[BEX]

Things moved quickly as the leader, old cannon arms as it was, quickly took control of the situation. His voice booming as loudly as projectiles spewing from his arms though it had little effect upon the snippy harlot that he’d taken into his company it seemed. Morgana watched with a small smirk of amusement as once again the female gender usurped the authority of the ‘dominant’ male stereotype; it was slightly fulfilling even in her current predicament. As it did more than she could stomach in one day, the tables turned and an opponent was sent forth to defeat her, I’ll make all these bloody bastards pay—pay for making me lose an opportunity to make a sale![/color] The thought sent a torrent of molten rage flowing hotly through her veins and for a moment even the woman’s eyes glowed with an infernal life. With a grin as welcoming as finding eels in your bed Morgana reached to her hip where her trusty weapon would punish those who had caused her so much strife with undue reasons; surely her people’s code of honor would support this retribution.

“You’re de—oh bloody hell…” she moaned as her eyes took in the grim truth of her situation. Her bow had been discarded back in the town. Trouble had latched onto her coattails without any intention of letting go, “…well you see, maybe we could just go for a drink?” she asked humorously though hopes of that suggestions going over didn’t bode in her favor with her baron of bad news.

Not all hope was lost though. “There! That'll make up for you lost bow for now! Strawberry listen to what she has to say for now!” her rather unusual Aiel sister shouted—at least she thought she was Aiel. Momentum shifted suddenly and without warning as the surprise on Morgana’s face melted away to an unreadable mask. She’d been in this position before. Battle was nothing knew to her people and perhaps this was the reason behind the snake abruptly twisted its body into the shape quite familiar to her…it had become a bow. Peerless in her resolve it took only seconds for the first arrow to be drawn from the quiver and angled at Lester; his death would be instant and perfect. It seemed that the cannon-man, Lester wasn’t to be her opponent, instead a small girl rushed forward at her chief’s bidding. That was curious, but the firearm in the look-alike’s hand drew Morgana’s thoughts away from the odd custom’s of these outlanders. “Fight guys! As a team I know we can win this!”

Team? Oh, blood and bloody ashes! Not only was she involved in some pirate fallout, but now she was even part of a pirate team! Light preserve her! The sound of gunfire forced her to retreat even as she heard the boy grunt as if he’d been injured. Hair dancing in the flurry of movement she took off at a dead sprint hoping to flank the gun toting twin though her plan was thwarted when the smaller girl did the same. Pellet after pellet whizzed by and Morgana hadn’t fired a shot, running remaining her main focus. This is why I hate pirates! she thought heatedly before planting her right foot into the ground and redrawing the Daggernose arrow she’d put away before. Her stomach tightened with anxiety—this was killing arrow, nothing short of that, but it had to be done. Time seemed to slow as her breaths came firmly under control. Everything else was instinct. Aiming, releasing, and feeling the powerful bite-back of the twine the snake held in its mouth for the drawstring. The arrow met flesh, boring into the left leg of its target and sending the girl flopping pitifully onto the deck. Looking towards the abrupt ending of the icy plankwood she decided that it was just as well she put an end to things when she did—anymore running and they both would have toppled into the water.

With a sigh and toss of her hair she looked back towards the fallen girl just in time to find herself at the end of a magnificently white katana that seemed sharper than it was possible for a weapon to be. The girl’s breath had nothing of the frightened spastic rhythm that marked her injured, no; this young woman was beyond that a common buccaneer. Hands trapped at her side, Morgana fought back a rueful smile, “You’re better woman than I am, sister, but on my honor I will defeat you.” This time there was no confidence in her words rather any reassurance of the Aiel’s intentions rested in her forge fire eyes which might have singed the poor girl on the spot from their intensity.[/font]

[lily]

While the other two with her began their fights Tracey smiled and finally turned her full attention to Lester who scowled at her as if she was the worst thing in the world. Tracey smirked back at him and lifted up her sword two handed and held it in front of her pointing at Lester saying "I'm gonna cut off those arms of yours. So you can never hurt a town again." she gripped the sword tighter and was waiting for Lester to make a move towards her when he began to chuckle and then laugh hysterically as if she had just said the funniest thing in the world. Tracey narrowed her eyes and growled a bit saying "What's so funny? Cannon guy!" Lester finally stopped laughing and said "The idea that a little girl like you can think she can beat me...and with a sword nonetheless? You really are stupid...luckily...Kuja go for a high amount on the Market." he said with a smirk but it seemed that this comment pushed Tracey over the edge as she turned a bright red color seemingly frustrated by the man's lack of respect.

"Oh yeah? Well we'll have to see if you can live up to that statement!" she then began to charge towards Lester crying out "Rosy Rush!" as she lunged forward at him with her blade pointed attempting to stab him. Lester quickly countered this attack with a quick roundhouse kick and then aimed his right cannon arm at her and shoot off two rounds to which Tracey pivoted on her left foot and spun around to deflect the two cannonballs with the side of her Great Sword and sent them flying into the water. She then used the momentum to dash off of her right foot and charge back at Lester saying "Crimson Crusher!" before slamming down on Lester's cannon arms to which the one that the blade connected with began to crack so Lester who had a look of surprise on his face used to force of the attack to slide backwards stopping right before the edge of the pier. He then flexed the metal of the arm and glared at Tracey who noticed the crack and said "Found...your weakness." before she leapt at him once more as he charged forward.

[Harusame]

Sora and Hikari were locked in battle. Sora dodging the sword and Hikari swinging the sword like a baseball you use to blow a pinyata. Sora was sweating and felt pain all over his body as the wound he got started to take affect. "Felling tired?" Hikari asked as she swinged crazily. Sora brought enough strength in the crossfire to say "I'm just warming up."

Hikari then did one final slash down Sora's head and Sora did not have time to dodge so he did the only thing he could. Held the blade together in his hands. She ppushed down hard but Sora held it firmly. They stayed like that barring teeth and staring at each other. Then Sora suddenly remembered his friends. How they had helpe him as a slave of Degavin and helped him escape. He could not let them down and die here. A strength came forth from that one thought and Sora cracked the blade inbetween his hands. Not crack in half but he put a few cracks in it. Hikari with a shocked look jumped back and took her blade since Sora let his grip go. She looked at the crack then looked at Sora. Sora was smiling with his hands bleeding a little. He huffed and puffed then said. I'm not gving up till the end. So come on woman, is that all!

[BEX]

Whilst the other two battles unfurled in dramatic fashion Morgana and her own opponent remained at a standstill, like statues on display for the harbor. Up the hill back towards the kingdom the town guard had stopped their headlong charge seeing that the pirates whom they had deemed dangerous were locked in mortal combat—and at least one of them appeared to be losing. Eager to pass the duty of doling out justice they allowed this Cannon Arm fellow to do continue his war path; just until those other n’er-do-wells were defeated of course. Sweat rolled down the proud Aiel woman’s neck as her eye hawk like stare fell beneath the younger girl’s notice. For such a child things like an older woman openly glaring at her were of little consequence and the sword tip never faltered from its appointed place of entry. Morgan’s jugular.

Outwardly their faces were masks of serenity and utter complacency as if neither the taking of life nor the loss of it was jarring experience at all. Oh, this Yami would have made a fine Aiel with the right upbringing. Slowly shifting her weight Morgan began to smile, “You surprised me. I hadn’t expected too much for an outlander,” she said smartly. Every sensation was heighted, her thoughts racing even as she feigned at relaxation. Letting her shoulders fall suggested tension had gone out from and that might even have convinced the smaller girl that resignation or submission couldn’t have been far around the corner. In fact, Morgana even thought she was seeing the sword’s angle change ever so slightly. “Outlanders are usually so…mild when it comes to ‘dancing the spears’ yet you embrace it readily and easily. Surely someone like you must have learnt somewhere. Tell me. I wish to know at least where my killer practiced her art.” Yami, at least that was the name Morgana believed she’d heard, watched warily never uttering a word and even to the untrained eye there was a certain tension about her, potential energy waiting to come burst into the open. Like a mountain cat waiting to deliver the killing blow.

“I learned in West Blue, a retired marine officer taught me when I was young…much younger.” Sadness weighted the last portion of those words heavily, but Morgana didn’t care. Now she moved with impunity, snatching the wrist of the momentarily distraught swordswoman and throwing her weight into the smaller child. To her surprise they did not fall as she expected. Instead she found herself easily tossed into the air clear into the ice cold waters surrounding Frost Kingdom. The blood girl had bloody hurled her clean of the bloody dock! Spluttering and thrashing as bone chilling hypothermia set in, the skin tight clothing Morgana had made a habit to wear slowly began to work against her as muscles constricted and numbness began to set in all over. She had to do something fast or she’d drown in the light forsaken water. How I loathe pirates… she thought between a desperate gulp of air. Above her, as she began sinking into the colorless deep waters, a small head peeked over the edge of the pier then Morgana was certain she’d heard another splash not far from where she herself was only just managing to keep a nose above water.

Yami wasn’t going to count on her drowning. The fiendish girl would make certain she killed her with her own two hands.

[lily]

While Lester watched as Yami and Hikari seemed to easily deal with Morgana and Sora respectively without having too much trouble he laughed at the thought of Sora being cut to death and Morgana drowing saying to Tracey "Looks like your friends...and you soon will reach a bloody end here and now!" he grinned evily and aimed both his cannon arms at Tracey. However Tracey upon hearing that he planned to kill his new crewmate and fellow Kuja grew filled with rage that she turned a deep red color and literally seemed to steam due to her intense anger towards the man. She hated him at that moment and only wanted one thing and that was to chop of his arms and kill him sending him flying into the water. So as he shoot of two shots at Tracey from each cannon arm Tracey dashed forward and while ignoring the pain in her leg she quickly closed the gap between the two.

Lester who was surprised by this sudden boost of speed and power made a final fatal mistake by aiming his left cannon arm at her in close range and preparing a shot but Tracey had other plans so as the cannonball was about to come out she took the flat part of her blade against the arm and held firm so Lester's arm began to suddenly swell and it them exploded blowing up the machnical parts of his left arm leaving no way for him to use the cannon. "WHY YOU!" he screamed in pain and frustration and he charged forward with his right cannon arm as a bludgeoning tool and swung down on Tracey as hard as he could but it seemed it was too late. Tracey used her immense strength and anger to swing upwards and hit the crack on his weapon which cracked it and made it split and fall off.

Tracey then used the excess force to send him flying backwards and he flew into the side of his boat and got stuck. Tracey then held her sword forward and finally spoke through gritted teeth "You tried to kill my crewmate...you tried to kill my people...you even tried to stop my adventure and dreams...you don't deserve to LIVE!" she yelled as she charged forward and yelled "ROSY RUSH!" before sinking her sword straight through Lester's chest with the intent of finishing him off.

(OOC:You guys can finish off your enemies...and Jack Strawberry Tracey's Snake Weapon can swim very well...simliar to Hancock's Snake Salome)