Kappa had consumed the mind of the fishman. The zealot persona taking full control of the green body, enacting the will of the sea as he saw fit. The marine was no more, mashed to bits in a gruesome display. A few cannonballs had been fired at him, but their collisions with his bubble were nothing but background noise, insignificant enough to draw his attention. His action was the enactment of his deity, and all that resisted were heretics. And whoever they were, they would be dealt with as such.

And then a sharp pain in his mind. Like a blinding white hot knife through his senses. What was this feeling? What did it mean? He wouldn't have the time to think about it because a split second later, the last ship expoloded in a shower of splinters and shrapnel. Unbeknownst to him, fishman was heading straight for Kappa. Since the fishman was heading in a straight line toward the him, He would be propelling himself out of the water for a brief period due to Gil's position 15m above sea level. He came at him at primary speeds and so the first time Gil would be aware of his presence was when he collided with the bubble of water that wrapped 25m around him. This water was solid like stone. Passing through it meant fighting against Kappa's strength. The fishman attacker wouldn't get within 10m, he would stop at 25m. This was an unexpected resistance from the water, so the result was that the fishman collided with a solid wall headfirst at primary speeds. His body was fragile compared to the speed at which he traveled, so his bones would not be able to withstand the sudden unexpected impact. The resulting injury might be broken bone in the cranium and spine and possible nervous system damage like brain damage or loss of consciousness.

From Kappa's perspective, he would be hit from the side by a considerable force from seemingly out of nowhere, his control of the bubble rippling and breaking momentarily. Shifting his attention to the fishman who had appeared 25m away, Kappa realised that he was under attack. Gil wouldn't let this crime go unpunished, even if it was one of his own people. First of all, he retained the structure of the water bubble using the Danker Domain kata. At the same time he would chomp the fishman's whole body with Moray Munch, the head of the eel as big as he could make it, popping out 5m from the bubble to consume the body. This chomp would enclose the fishman but it wouldn't let him enter the water, the solidness of the condensed water acting as a barrier.

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ooc: going for a ken haki unlock here but I'm not trying to use it to my advantage in any way

All Kappa knew is that one minute he was squishing some marine, and the next, his leg was in intense pain. A fishman had appeared up in his face out of seemingly nowhere, with it's own leg wrapped around his. His leg was fractured, he could feel that much. His bubble had been pierced, and was beginning to lose it's shape. What had happened? He didn't have time to consider who this was or where he had come from. As soon as Kappa saw the fishman appear, he would grab the water with the twist of his left wrist to condense the water around the fishman's lower body and hold it to stop it from moving and doing more damage. Their strength was similar in this domain, but Kappa had the slight adavantage (+1 doriki). It wouldn't be enough to straight up resist his lock, but it would be enough to loosen the grip enough to avoid extra damage for the moment. He gritted his teeth against the searing pain. He as an individual was in peril, but this was still nothing compared to the wrath of the ocean. This was a son of the sea he was facing, but it was a lost soul that wouldn't escape punishment.

The attempt to escape the torpedo's clutch was met with the fishman enemy lunging out with his bite to his side. Spreading his control upward, Kappa would condense the water around his target, attempting to freeze him in place. The fish was fast, but due to his standstill, Kappa's (secondary +2) speed would be enough to catch him before he made contact. The water would be like a prison and stop the flow, causing the fishman to begin to drown. Kappa would then attempt to attack him in the same way he had done to Goragino, by shaping the water all around the outside of the fishman's body into razor sharp strings and press down on him. Kappa would also see an opportunity in this move, as the attacking fishman had been caught with his mouth open. The bite had been of a similar strength, so Kappa wouldn't be able to force it open, but he would be able to push water inside his body while it was held in it's 'about to bite' shape. He would use the same strings as he had on the outside but this time he had a shortcut to all of the fishman's internal organs, and attempt to shred him from the inside out.

If his grip released or failed, he would activate his armament haki in that area so that the attacked area would receive some sort of protection.

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The sudden appearance and threat to himself had been a rude awakening. Like a wake up slap to his bloodthirsty trance. His life was threatened, and his body was pumped full to the brim with adrenaline. When that call came through, Gil waited on his attack, taken aback by the sudden and strange occurance. Gil listened, unsure what to do. When the call came for a truce, he considered it. Did he want to even consider this? A wave of exhaustion hit him. The stop in action had caused him to realise just how tired he had become after fighting full force all this time. Whoever this was, he was strong. Gil knew his own limits. As much as he wanted to follow the will of the sea, he couldn't afford to be injured further or worse. There were people on Cactus Island waiting for him. There was a job that still needed to be done.

Slowly, Gil would ease up on his grip of the water and let the fishman swim away. His chest heaved, black eyes watching the shape disappear in the water into inpercievable speeds. The shapes of condensed water slowly collapsed and the sea leveled out into a peaceful ripple. Gil looked at the carnage around him. He had done this. Pushed to the edge by his own frustration. Bodies of marine soldiers floated by. Warped metal and splintered wood from the three ships. He realised now that he had been in a rather dangerous situation. Gil wasn't the type to take on marines by choice. He felt so close to getting a glimpse of that cure, and they had simply gotten in the way.

Gil thought about the strange meeting with the revolutionary and all he had told them. Baltigo was where he should go next. Seeing the briefcase float past, he remembered the thing that he had been left. Gil took up the black box. He should be getting back to Jackal and the others now. He had come out to do gather some samples, and had recieved much more than he could have ever expected.

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