Yoshi´s Redemption

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #16

The psychiatrist watched as Yoshi barely dodged the attack from agent Brass, getting himself cut on the back in the process. That didn't look good. The psychiatrist hoped that the young man would be a more closer match for him. Not that Yoshi would be the agent was simply freakishly strong. Fortunately, Yoshi recovered fast enough to keep fighting, but it didn't look like he would hold out much longer, so Samuel decided to step in.
"Stay here…"
He whispered to Anabella, as he charged forward in an attempt to tackle the agent to the ground, but despite attacking from behind, it didn't go as planned.
"Soru!"
Just before he could close his grip, Samuel noticed as the agent kicked the ground in incredibly swift succession, disappearing again. Because of that, his arms captured only thin air, and only his incredibly sharp reflexes allowed him to stop in time before he would crash into Yoshi.
"Tssss"
Samuel turned around only to find the agent standing right behind him, with a fist ready to strike. There was no time to dodge or block it, so the psychiatrist braced himself for the impact that never came.
CRACK!
A loud metallic sound announced the moment a small iron pot hit agent Brass to the head. Pot, that Anabella found on a shelf and threw on him.
"Ooopsie!"
She smiled innocently when the highly initiated agent turned his head in her direction.
"Rankyaku!"
The agent swiftly turned around, sending a crescent blade of compressed air in Anabella's direction. The young barista cried out and crouched but before the blade could actually hit her, her body transformed into coffee, that splashed all over the floor.
"What the…"
Agent Brass's whisper disappears in Samuel's terrified scream.
"Annie!"
But this moment of shock and confusion created a perfect moment for Yoshi to strike as the agent was facing him with his back.

[Bobbie]

Yoshi was glad to see Samuel approach as he was thinking the exact same thing – he couldn’t hold out for much longer. However, as Samuel completely missed his mark, by no fault of his own but rather the agent’s insane speed, the younger of the two allies saw his buddy charging straight at him. His hands out slightly in front of him, he braced for an impact that he was not looking forward to, but then was quite pleased to see that Samuel’s reflexes were good enough to bring himself to a halt before the collision happened.

His relief was very short-lived as he saw the muscular man standing right behind the psychiatrist who had some interesting fighting skills for his occupation. Frozen, there was no point in calling out to Samuel as it seemed that he had already noticed the danger he was in, and there was clearly not enough time to do anything about it. Yet again, all they could do was prepare themselves for a bone-crushing blow from their opponent.

The tension in the air was soon complemented by confusion from Yoshi’s end – why did he not attack? That was when Anabella’s voice rang through the air, followed by a very aggressive response from Agent Brass and it looked like she was done for.

Before he could react to the peril she was in, the lady’s body burst into a liquid explosion of the caffeinated beverage, courtesy of her most recently acquired and eaten devil fruit, and Yoshi realised that both Agent Brass and Samuel were quite focussed on the woman – this will quite possibly be the only opening that he was going to get.

Swiftly taking his jacket off, he ran past Samuel and lunged at the man before throwing the bright yellow fabric over the man’s head to conceal his face and block his vision, then yanked it by both sleeves in a single fist to force the large man’s head backward and his spine into an arch. With his other hand, he grabbed the large man’s wrist as his arm was extended from his Rankyaku attack, before letting go of the jacket and stretching out his own arm in front of the man beneath his chin. His knee pressed against the back of the man’s leg, Yoshi’s elbow pushed upward to tilt him back even further and finish off a throw that almost solely depended on the agent’s weight – and considering his size, that would be a great deal heavier than Yoshi’s.

Once the man had tumbled to the ground, he promptly stomped as hard as he could on one of the man’s kneecaps in hopes of making a chase harder and perhaps even slow him down a little bit.

“Come on, come on, let’s get out of here!” he turned to Samuel and hoped that Anabella would be back in her more solid form of the wonderful woman that she was.

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Yoshi: #b4ff38

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #17

After Anabella transformed into a small pool of coffee, several things happened at once. First, her husband darted to her, terrified, as life in East Blue could hardly prepare him for an encounter with Devil Fruits and their capabilities. At the same time, agent Brass was alerted by his movement, trying to send another Rankyaku against his back, only to be grabbed from behind by Yoshi who threw him on the ground with all his might.
"Urgh…."
The agent cursed, just as Samuel arrived at his wife.
"Annie, are you alright?"
He asked, poking into the coffee uncertainly.
"Yes, I...can you stop it, it tickles!"
Anabella's head, which formed back from the coffee started laughing and so the psychiatrist quickly retracted his hand.
"Yeah, sorry it takes time to get used to this."
She grinned
"Yeah tell me about it…"
The grin was replaced with the expression of pure focus as her body began to condense back to its human form, while Yoshi was stomping at agent Brass's knee. However, instead of the expected cracking sound, it was like stomping on a piece of steel.
"Tekkai!"
The agent, still shaken from the impact of Yoshi's throw growled, piercing the musician with a murderous gaze.
"Yeah, we should probably run."
The psychiatrist turned to the only window that was leading out of the room. Guarded, of course, only to realize, that the noise of their fight already alerted the guard stationed there, who was already pointing his gun at Samuel through the closed window.
"Not again…"
Samuel sighed for himself as he still felt the cut across his chest that the CP agents provisionally bandaged when they arrested them. Preparing himself for yet another desperate dodge, the psychiatrist noticed a powerful stream of coffee, that punched through the window, knocking the agent behind it away.
"Bang?!"
She smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah"
Samuel muttered still a bit shocked how much power his wife got by simply eating a piece of fruit, before grabbing her and and jumping from the window, as agent Brass getting up on his feet.

[Bobbie]

Yoshi was quite pleasantly surprised that he had actually succeeded in his throw – all that was left was to immobilise the large man.

However, as Yoshi’s foot slammed into the man’s leg, shockwaves of pain ran up his calf as he had stomped on what felt like solid steel, the impact reverberating through his bones. Mentally reprimanding himself for not seeing that coming, he withdrew his heel with a little grunt and stepped backward away from, his eyes filled with fear as this would surely only fuel his opponent’s anger further. Judging by the murderous look in his eyes, that assumption was correct.

He turned to Samuel and Anabella just in time to see the look of dread on the psychiatrist’s face, so he followed his gaze to the window. This is impossible… Yoshi sighed, considering just giving up. It didn’t seem like they stood any chance whatsoever, and perhaps he should take the deal, if it’s not too late, that is. There was no reason that these two should suffer the consequences –

The young man’s thoughts were interrupted as Anabella blasting a stream of coffee through the glass window, shattering it in the process and sending the guard flying, doused in the liquid. This brought a grin to his face as she successfully provided the perfect opening.

“Miss Anabella, I could marry you!” he blurted before his smile disappeared and he glanced at Samuel, “I mean, you know… if you’re not… you know!” he tried to explain before shaking his head and shifting his attention on their escape again. Once they were both out, he hurried to the window after them, glancing back to see agent Brass starting to rise and quickly picking up the pace to climb out of the window with his two companions.

While a step through the window certainly was a step in the right direction, there was no denying that it was more complicated than that, as there were bound to be more guards all over the place.

Trying to be quick with his thoughts, he considered transforming into a bug to slip between the cracks and make it out, but that would mean leaving these two behind. He had done that once with Mr Cross, and there was no way he would be doing that ever again. “Now what? Do we just run?” he turned to the big boss of this operation, that role seeming to have been placed on Samuel’s shoulders with or without his say on the matter.

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Yoshi: #b4ff38

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #18

The psychiatrist and his wife jumped out of the window, followed by Yoshi. Their escape of course wasn't unnoticed the sound of battle and shattering glass alerted the remaining agent just as agent Brass's angry roar.
"Yes, we run!"
Samuel said while sprinting towards the nearby trees, with angry voices ringing behind them.
For a mere psychiatrist, he seemed in surprisingly good condition, as despite being awake the whole night, he managed to run with energy and steady breathing comparable to elite runners, and want was even more surprising Anabella was keeping up as well.
BANG! BANG!
Several pistols barked behind their backs, with one bullet hitting a tree right next to Samuel's head.
The psychiatrist risked a swift look back, seeing, that they were being chased by eight agents led by agent Brass. And it didn't look like they were losing them.
"We need a plan!"
He barked, as he jumped across a bigger stone in his path, only to be met with silence. Now of course they were relying on him to make the plan. Who else than the guy who warned them about this thing being too risky should make one, when everything went south?
Suddenly, his mind was racing just like the rest of his body.
They needed to leave the island as fast as possible, but couldn't use the cruiser, because it was supposed to set a sail tomorrow and they would be arrested by then.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Another spray of bullets flew dangerously close, to then.
"Ship, we need to get on a ship. Something small and fast, that can set sail immediately. Yoshi…"
He turned on the musician.
"How did you arrive on the island? Do you have a boat or something?"
He really hoped for a positive answer. Otherwise, they would have to believe in their luck and steal one, which was completely against his morale.

[Bobbie]

Yoshi’s shoulders tensed as he heard Agent Brass’ monstrous roar, and wasted no time. He kicked into a sprint right after Samuel and Anabella, following in their direction, but it took more effort than he expected it would to keep up with a mere psychiatrist. Sure, his occupation shouldn’t determine how physically fit he would be, but he had already seen some impressive fighting skills, and now great stamina and leg strength to run at such speed. He looked at the woman running beside her husband to see that she was no different, and yet again he began to wonder what sort of people he just got involved with….

His thoughts were interrupted by the loud popping sounds of the pistols that were fired behind him, sending another burst of adrenaline flooding through his body. Following after their leader – a role thrown on the poor man whether he accepted it or not – Yoshi watched Samuel in desperation.

A plan… yes, a plan! Give us one! He thought to himself, but of course, he wasn’t crazy enough to openly throw that responsibility on Samuel… instead, he let his response of silence speak for itself.

His silence was soon broken, however, as three more bangs came from behind them and bullets whizzed past them, eliciting something of a squawk from the throat of the young musician.

“A ship?” he asked, trying to divide his attention equally on what was being said to him, what he was saying in response, and where he was running. He laughed a bit louder than he meant to. “I didn’t come here on a ship! What do you think I am, a millionaire out here on holiday!?” he retorted, before he paused for a moment, then nodded frantically. “Yes! A boat, a boat! I got here on a boat! A tiny little thing, uh, it’s – it’s – it’s a row boat!” he stammered and nearly tripped. The adrenaline was starting to fade from his system and he was beginning to feel the pain in his wing again, the cold air roughly gusting past the thin membrane. The tear made one wing flap involuntarily, which felt worse than the wound in his shoulder.

“I arrived about a week ago, washed up on a deserted beach. I don’t know what condition it’s in now.” He rambled on, not quite sure if it would even be big enough to hold all three of them, but it was possibly their only shot. “I don’t know which beach! There was a lot of farmland nearby, and, uh…” he reached up to tap his forehead while he ran, trying to remember how to describe the location. Although he had only been on the island for about a week, he tried to learn the names of some places where he had stayed. “Cornington! That was to the North of the beach where my boat was left and there was some big castle somewhere to the East, off in the distance!” he finished with a proud grin, before the moment of truth and the real, more important question was asked.

“You know how to get there, right?”

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Yoshi: #b4ff38

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #19

The psychiatrist was taken aback a bit when Yoshi indirectly implied that he was a millionaire, but quickly focused again, when he mentioned his boat. That sounded like a promising idea. Even if it was a small rowboat. As long as it would allow them to hop in and disappear from the island everything was a good idea. The only problem was, that even Yoshi didn't know where it was
"No, I…"
He tried to say that he had no idea where that place was, since they arrived on the island only yesterday, but stopped when a swift gust of wind passed around him as agent Brass used his Soru to cut them off and to give his remaining troops time to catch up to them.
When the large agent appeared in front of him, with a wide grin on his face, Samuel didn't even slow down. Instead, he lowered his center of mass and went for an all-out sprint. Samuel was hardly the fastest man alive, but still, his powerful legs were enough to cover the distance between them faster than the agent anticipated.
"Urgh…."
The agent cursed as the psychiatrist hit him with shoulder below his waist, carrying the much bigger man for several steps, before slamming him hard against the ground.
"Run you two, I'll handle him!"
He managed to yell before unleashing his trump card.
"Indestructible: Python!"
The psychiatrist's plan, born from the pure instinctual reaction, however, hit a major roadblock, as Anabella stopped in her tracks, right after her husband grabbed agent Brass, turning back to help him.
"Sammi!"
She cried out, rushing to help him, instead of running away. What could be, however, a good idea against agent Brass himself,was very dangerousbecauset they were followed by more than ten other agents. They already emptied their guns and picked short swords, brass knuckles and other melee weapons instead, however that didn't make them anything less dangerous than before.

[Bobbie]

Yoshi watched Samuel with concern as he began to reply in the negative, and as agent Brass appeared ahead of them, that concern intensified when panic washed over him. Not again… what is this guy made of? Nothing seems to hold him down for very long!

He glance at his two companions to gauge whether they were slowing down, only to see Samuel plan a full on charge attack aimed to ram right into the agent. In response, Yoshi maintained the same pace so as to go ahead with whatever the plan was until he saw that Samuel was about to be left behind.

The command was clear – he and Anabella were to continue running, and this brought back horrible memories. Skidding to a stop shortly after Anabella, he stared at Samuel, his mind tricking him into seeing Mr Cross for a fleeting moment. It’s happening again. Yoshi was reliving his most recent trauma as everything was falling into place: the ambush, the distraction, the escape off the island.

“No!” he rushed after Anabella and wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her as tightly as he could and pressing his heels into the ground to resist her forceful pull toward Samuel. Quickly assessing the situation, it was easy to see that running back to Samuel would be pointless now. He was already caught and the three of them together barely stood a chance against Agent Brass when he was alone and they outnumbered him; now, not only would they be up against that monster of a man, but also the many agents following behind him, all armed to the teeth.

Lifting her off the ground for a moment to pull her backwards, he stepped away from the scene and urged her to turn around so she wouldn’t see the beating that would inevitably fall down on her husband.

“We can’t fight them!” he explained as concisely and quickly as he could. “We’ll just all get caught again! You heard him, we need to run – he bought us enough time to make it out, we can’t let that go to waste!” although the thought of leaving without Samuel made him sick to his stomach, he knew that racing in would only make matters worse.

“Come on!” he released her momentarily, only to grab her hand instead as he started to pull her further, ready to go off into another sprint. Amidst all the chaos, only one thing was certain to the young musician, who may as well change his career path to escape artist at this point: he wasn’t going to abandon his partner this time.

“We’ll come back for him. I promise.”

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Yoshi: #b4ff38

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #20

„Let go you little…!“

Anabella cried angrily, when Yoshi grabbed her from behind, as she was trying to make her way back to Samuel, who was holding agent Brass on the ground for a surprisingly long time.

“We have to help him!”

She repeated, ignoring the small army of agents, that was rushing on their position. Only when Yoshi promised to come back for him did she stop struggling and start running together with him again.

Meanwhile, the battle between Samuel and agent Brass wasn´t as one-sided as the musician expected. While the agent was way stronger when it came to punching strength and mobility, the ground was Samuel´s home turf and he was using this advantage to its fullest.

“Indestructible: Python!”

With his muscles hardened to the level of steel, he held his victim with almost unbreakable grip, keeping him pressed to the ground, while step by step climbing to the more advantageous position. The agent was struggling of course, but thanks to Samuel´s technique, their strength was evenly matched, and, on the ground, the psychiatrist was the one with more experience.

It took several long and extremely grueling seconds, but in the end, he managed to lock the agent in Triangle Choke, compressing the agent´s neck, while locking his own muscles in their steel-like state. It took several other seconds, before the agent finally passed out, strangled into unconsciousness.

Breathing heavily, Samuel released his grip and slowly got up on his feet, only to realize, that he is surrounded by the remaining agents, who were keeping their distance, with drawn weapons.

“Alright, alright…”

The psychiatrist sighed, gasping for air.

“I can dance with you, but could you go one at the…”

Before he could even finish his sentence, the closest agent charged at him, trying to stab Samuel with his sword.

“Empty Moon!”

The psychiatrist didn´t try to dodge. Instead, he stepped forward, intercepting his opponent´s attack with his own arm and pushing on the dull side of its blade.

The sword changed its trajectory, missing his body, while its master lost a balance and stumbled forward, accidentally stabbing another agent, who stepped forward to help him.

Samuel grinned, stepping to the side, he sent another agent flying with a powerful punch into his face and managed to dodge another slash, before another agent hit him hard with the hilt of his sword to the back of his head, sending the psychiatrist into the land of dreams.

[Bobbie]

Yoshi was quite taken aback by the lady’s screaming – you little? You little what!? We wouldn’t be in this situation if not for your outrageous claim, a plan put together based on rumours and hearsay from a cleaning lady!!! Staying his tongue, he held her firmly as she continued to struggle, until she finally relaxed and gave in, just in time as he saw more agents approaching them.

“Come on!” he pulled her by the hand, just in case she needed a bit of a nudge and the two would soon be running for the hills to get away from the imminent danger that Samuel had so selflessly just thrown himself in the middle of.

He couldn’t help glancing back, however, witnessing Samuel, supposedly just a psychiatrist, take down the huge colossal force that was Agent Brass. It was unreal how a man of that stature – with all due respect to Samuel – could withstand an assault from a massive juggernaut. It looked far from effortless and the struggle was evident, but it was still very impressive. This was something he’d like to bring up later, refusing to experience the same thing with Mr Cross only with his new associate instead, a man he would like to call a friend, but he wasn’t quite sure how kindly he would take to that. “Gah!” Yoshi’s thoughts were interrupted as he nearly tripped and was forced to face forward as he ran, staggering but luckily managing to regain his footing and prevent a devastating stumble to the ground. The sudden jolt sent a painful reminder of his wound in his shoulder and the flimsiness of his torn wing, which felt like it could be in danger of being torn off if it was snagged on a tree branch.

When he glanced back again, his eyes widened as he watched Samuel being struck at the back of his head, knocked unconscious. No doubt, they would take him somewhere back inside the facility they had just escaped from and prod at him with more questions. Please don’t let there be any torture… he silently prayed before he whipped his head around to look forward again.

The young musician would occasionally steer Annabella through a winding turn in hopes of losing their pursuers, and it seemed to have worked after a while, but he had no idea where they were actually going and, in the end, they had wound up back at the same rocky beach that all of this had started at. He glanced at Annabella – should she be trusted to come up with a plan? The answer was a clear no, and without Samuel around to resume that responsibility, it seemed like it fell upon himself. Standing at the top of the hill and looking out toward the shore, he was surprised to see that the people they had approached earlier were still there, preparing to leave.

Smiling, he turned to Annabella and placed his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to keep her calm and grounded. “We’re going to get him back… and I think I know how.”

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Yoshi: #b4ff38