Dangerous robbery

[Mr. Moon]

Magnus #1

It was several days after the incident on Jerum Island and Magnus was walking through the streets of Lyneel, lost in his thoughts.
After everything that happened, he wanted to head back home and take some rest. However, he couldn't risk it. Not until he'll find out how personally did the Marines take that he took their wanted killer just under their nose.
No, until the next newspaper will come out, he couldn't risk going back and so he picked a different route instead. Going further north, he ended up on Lyneel.
Speaking about the killer, right at the moment, Samson was sleeping in his cabin on the ship. Last night the barely sane youngster spend the whole night running in the city and spooking drunk sailors that were returning from an inn, so when Magnus tried to wake him up, he failed miserably. So he left him be and headed to the town to get breakfast for the both of them.
While walking through the city streets he was trying to blend with the crowd, but his tall, heavily muscular frame, together with the military outfit and loud stomping that was accompanying his every step, were drawing a lot of attention to him anyway.
The local citizens were instinctively clearing a way for him as they didn't want to become a target of his ire. Little did they know that what looked like an expression of pure rage and killing intent was actually the resting expression of his stern, naturally unsmiling face.
As he was unfamiliar with this island, it took Magnus some time before he finally found the right place. Small stall, who's owner, a friendly looking woman in her late thirties, was selling fresh pastry and coffee.
"Finally a good news."
Magnus smiled for himself, as he lined at the end of short que before this nearly divine altar.

[kaiser210]

Kaiser strolling through the bustling streets, bumping into a random civilian, smirks before tossing a wallet he had just relieved from the person he had just bumped into. He had arrived in this small island a few days prior and didn't take his time in getting familiar with the residents pockets.  

It had been a few months since he had left his hometown and he had been making a name for himself, stealing items for wealthy people. Of course it was dangerous business but it wasn't  anything he was not accustomed too. The work was surprisingly easy most often than not, stealing from small time mafia's and other civilians. It left him bored in all honesty, he needed something more stimulating, something more to do. It was those thoughts he had in mind as he spotted a tall man trying and failing to blend in. The muscular frame and military attire made sure of that, and with a smirk on his face, Kaiser found his next target. 

Stalking his way closer, Kaiser used his experience in hiding to blend in and get closer to the man, the closer he got the more the hairs on his skin raised, he knew instinctively that this man was dangerous and crazed grin grew on his face. *Oh, this is gonna be so fun*, almost within arms reach now, Kaiser reached into the man's pockets, attempting to take whatever he could before leaving almost as quick and discreetly as he came. 

[Mr. Moon]

Magnus #2

How do you know a quality of a shop? By length of the queue in front of it. That was something Magnus´s father used to say and if he was correct the shop his son found just now had to be one of the best on the whole island. For a hungry warrior, that desperately needed his morning coffee it was like a torture standing in the slowly moving line of people, waiting for his turn to come. But in the end, he got there. He got at the end, or was it the beginning of the line.

“Coffee please… a big one.”

He asked the woman in her late thirties, that was owner of this stall. In a response, she pushed a long lock of dark blond hair out of her face and reached for a big cup.

“No, no, no...bigger.”

Magnus pointed on something resembling small pot rather than a cup.

“Darling...”

She smiled.

“I use these for a broth.”

The former marine shook his head.

“Coffee.”

She burst out laughing.

“Alright, alright I got it, you need your coffee, anything to eat?”

No, she didn´t have the slightest idea how hard the last few days were for Magnus. As if it wasn´t enough that she was probably a wanted criminal, he had to deal with teenage shut it, who barely spoke a sentence and was trying to spook people to death for fun.

“Yes, I´ll take two chocolate donuts...two with peanut butter...and...is it chocolate in these croissants?”

The shopkeeper shook her head.

“Nougat.”

Magnus smiled.

“Even better, I´ll take four...six of them.”

At the moment he reached for his wallet only to realize, someone else was there first. His hand stumbled over someone´s else. Someone was trying to steal from him!

Switching on autopilot, the large man turned around, faster then it should be possible for a man of his size, striking with his right against the head of the offender.

“Thunder Fist!”
As his large fist flew through the air, it pressed it into bare knuckle of sort, before releasing it in the form of small air blast.

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{Thunder Fist}
Advanced version of the previous technique, where Magnus focus all o his strength into a single straight punch that compresses all the air in its path into “solid” form, before releasing it in the form of the powerful blast. This technique can be seen as two-stage attacks as at first the opponent is hit by the compressed air itself with strength comparable to Magnus´s regular strike and a split second later they are hit by the air blast when the compressed air expands violently. It also makes the Thunder Fist rather tricky to dodge an even if the opponent dodges the initial hit, the second blast can still hit the mark as it has a somehow bigger area of effect.

[kaiser210]

He knew he fucked up when the colossal man's hand touched his, it felt an eternity before anything happened but it was probably a few seconds and all he heard was 

“Thunder Fist!” before he was rocked backwards crashing into a shop. 

"Ugh, okay big boy you wanna play lets go!" Kaiser yelled out as he got up dusting broken debris off his body and clothes. Gripping his blade he launched himself at the giant of a man aiming at his neck. He however was halted as a pedestrian got in the way and he had to stop himself abruptly, forcing him to tumble out of the way into yet another building. 

"All this building crashing is getting really old". Luckily nothing was broken, for him and the shop because Kaiser didn't have any money to pay back anyone as of yet which was the whole reason he was out dealing in the first place. Having wrecked a bar last night due to some people coming to take his bounty. 


Mr. Moon

[Mr. Moon]

Magnus #3

Whoever that thief was, he was tough, Magnus had to give him that as only few people could take his Thunder Fist and stay conscious, let alone bounce back right away and continue fighting. However from his movement he could also tell that as far as real fighting went, he was complete amateur. The difference in strength should be pretty obvious to anyone who was self aware, but not to this kid. Was he so confident just because he had sword and Magnus was unarmed? Well in that case he was about for a rude awakening from his delusion.

As Kaiser charged at him with sword in hands, the large veteran took his signature stance. Deep and low, with one arm in front of him, fist pointing to the sky, like if he was intending to use his forearm as a shield, the second one close to his waist with a hand clenched in a fist. However, before they could clash for real, Kaiser got distracted by a passerby and crashed into yet another building.

The white haired man sighed. Was it really necessary to waste his time on this clown? He didn´t seemed to be a Devil Fruit user and all Magnus wanted was breakfast and large coffee, that was barely a reason to beat him up.

“Listen kid.”
His authoritative voice that was drilled from the times he used to be a marine captain boomed through the street.

“I don´t care what sad excuses you have for living as a thief, but you picked the wrong guy to mess with. Fortunately for you, I am generous guy, give back what you stole and I will let you run without beating you to a pulp.”

As far as Magnus was concerned it was a generous offer that he gave him only because he himself didn´t want to draw unnecessary attention of Marines and other law enforcement to himself.

[kaiser210]

Gritting his teeth in aggravation, Kaiser hated the way the man was looking down on him. He knew realistically that he was outmatched, but he wouldn't take his beating laying down, not any longer he was better than his past self, stronger and better all for it too. 

"Tch, I haven't even taken anything yet, you stopped me before I could. Plus you started all of this when you punted me into a fucking building." Informed Kaiser as he muttered profanities under his breathe. "I aint stopping till you either knock me out or I do the same to you or you let me do me and leave. I can guarantee if this continues we'll just cause more damage to the area". 

[Mr. Moon]

Magnus #4

That little kid was either seriously overconfident in his abilities, or so entitled that Magnus had hard time believing it. Either way, he decided to not only talk back to him, but even challenge him to a fight if he, Magnus won´t let him go just like that.

“Preposterous.”

The giant of man growled in fury over such insolence.

“So be it, I´ll search your body after I´ll beat you unconscious.”

As this thought appeared in his mind, the white haired veteran lunged forward, throwing a seemingly powerful strike from his rear arm. Very similar to the previous “Thunder Fist”. However this time, there was barely any power behind it. For the strike was mere feint. A way for Magnus to get in better position, check the distance and focus that boy´s attention elsewhere, before unleashing the real attack. Powerful roundhouse kick from the rear leg, aimed at the neck of the thief. Not to break it, but to hook it with his ankle, before smashing his head against the ground with full power of his inhumanly strong body.

As they were fighting a small circle of bystanders composed of the local people formed around them. The people were standing in respectful distance, still remembering how the thief was flying around just a moment ago, yet still, their curiosity and blood lust were obviously stronger than common sense. Only few people were advising against such behavior among them one elderly gentleman, who was standing in the last row of their circle yelling on some young man next to him.

“Hey, instead of looking with your mouth open, why don´t you do something useful instead?”

His voice filled with anger, he raised his walking cane and pointed somewhere deeper in the city.

“What are you waiting for? Go bring the marines. That thief will be much safer in heir prison than as a dead body smacked in the wall of my house!”