Rocco made sure he was a decent guy, doing decent things, in a decent manner. Helping people when he wanted to not out of obligation or for some sort of good feeling he gets. Not one single shred of anger would flourish in his body. Rocco's morals didn't really allow it. Rocco was all for doing what you wanted whenever you wanted. Fuck the consequences. It's just that if you threaten Rocco or his way of life then you have a problem. And currently, these Greenbeck pirates were messing with Rocco's happy go lucky days on the island. But thinking about it logically why haven't Marines come and stopped these guys if there were such a threat? Or were they not even on their radar. There could also be the case of blackmail. "Say something and i'll kill you" kind of BM.

Rocco would shrug off the notion. What use would blackmailing children have? Another one of Rocco's morals were to not hurt kids no matter what. Rocco would stick his hands in his pockets as he listened to the old lady's pleas. And from the amount of time Rocco spent with Juan, Rocco could tell that Juan was very gung-ho with his emotions. Which don't get me wrong is a good thing, and a bad thing as well. Rocco will be checking on Juan on this adventure though. As if Juan goes too far and happens to endanger Rocco's Captain, as the First Mate he has to step in and stop him. Even as a friend Rocco's short-term Captain comes first.

Rocco would shiver at the thought of him being so loyal. He used to be such a lone wolf doing anything he wanted, not under anyone's rule. But then Rocco got introduced to Devil Fruits. And that changed his whole world. Showing him that people can be much stronger than Rocco with a fruit. But for some reason, Rocco just didn't feel like going after one. He thought that he didn't need one to be strong. Maybe it was a pride thing or something, but one thing was for sure. Rocco was adamant about not eating a fruit of his own volition. With his hands still in his pockets, Rocco would look once more to his Captain. "Off we go then?" Beginning to whistle a toon.

Rocco kind of moved from his Captain's words. It was a good thing to know that he was passionate. No one will get anywhere without passion. After Baioretto said his mini-speech Rocco would follow behind, making sure to survey their surroundings just in case. Rocco didn't know how big this crew was, but the Captain must be a strong guy for him to lead right? No pirate would follow a weak guy. It wouldn't get them far in the world. But that guy must also have passion for what he does. A strong guy just roaming around also isn't going to make it far.

Rocco would be looking forward as he would see Juan's wings spread out. This caused Rocco to think of the reason for Juan not just flying, The three was moving pretty quickly but in all honesty, they could be moving faster. But Rocco was one with patience. Moving diligently as to not move faster than he needed to and also to not move too fast. Rocco was someone who liked to flow, so going with it was a must. The three would stop before a tent? It looked like a tent but was taller than they usually are.

Was it some sort of invention? Rocco hasn't been far so maybe this was regular for people with money or something. After Juan yelled a funny looking guy would come out and instantly Rocco knew this guy was up to no good. He just had that essence about him. His body language telling Rocco this guy has probably killed before and he probably does it frequently whether it be directly or indirectly. But he also didn't seem like the type of dude to be weak either. And being painfully honest Rocco was bored. He wanted to play with this guy, and hopefully, he wouldn't break too soon.

Rocco would pat both his Captain's shoulder and Juan's. "To be honest, you guys don't need to bother with this guy. Leave the grunt work to good ol Roccy alright?" Even if they didn't agree with him Rocco would step in front of Juan. He would hunch over slightly and would flex his fingers. "Keep it moving guys, i'll handle him. Rocco says while lunging at the bright-haired shithead with his right unballed hand. Aiming right for the jawline.

Noticing the movement within the blue-haired guy's chest cavity Rocco would deduce that he would was going to be moving his right arm. And not to his surprise that was what he did. Blocking Rocco's attack with his right forearm assisted with his left forearm. He would push Rocco off and would dust himself. Rocco would tilt his head with a bit of confusion, he knew that if his attack landed that the guy would probably be reeling right now. Giving Rocco ample time to just beat the ever living shit out of him. So it was weird to see that he couldn't see that and just brushed off his attack like it was nothing. Well, it wasn't anything because he had to use both of his hands to just block it.

Rocco would tap the ground making a small hole. It was a small trick he learned from fighting dirty fighters. It would be good to use here since Rocco was more than positive that this guy wasn't going to be fighting "fair" in martial artist terms. So Rocco had to adapt to all his fights. Tweaking and changing things in his Martial Arts. Soon with all the people, he's fighting it might not be Martial Arts anymore. After making the small hole, big enough to fit just the tip of his shoes Rocco would go in for another attack. This time with and round his, quick and simple and because it was so simple the guy would duck and would do in for an uppercut.

Rocco would tilt his head backward barely dodging the uppercut. With all the momentum from the punch would leave the guy's head right in front of Rocco's and with a big smirk Rocco would smash his head against the blue-haired man's head. Now this time the man would be reeling, grabbing his face in pain. Rocco thought the bout would end there but to his surprise, the guy would up as blood would run down his head. Rocco would touch his forehead and would just feel a bump. Shrugging at the fact that he wasn't bleeding he would notice the hole he made and would slowly move towards it backward.

"Don't run now shitstain! I'm going to beat the shit out of you and then drug you and make you fuck out ugliest and fattest whore in there! And Guess what after that i'm going to inject you with whatever sexual disease I want!" Right after finishing his sentence the guy would rush Rocco. Maybe in a blind rage? Momentarily Rocco would feel a thump in his head. Probably from the fierce headbutt he gave. But he wasn't going to regret doing that. Rocco would back up just enough to get his foot in the hole and would flick his foot hard enough to get enough dirt on top of his shoe and into the guy's face.

Watching the guy writhing in pain trying to get the dirt out of his eyes, Rocco would jump knee his fact and before he would hit the ground he would carry on the knee and out land on his face with it. Knocking the guy out and breaking his nose in the process. After making sure he was out cold Rocco would look to Juan to make sure nothing happened to him and unsurprisingly he was just as he was before. Angry lookin' and blonde.

Hearing his name called Rocco would look up and would see his Captain throwing down a female. One of Rocco's hands were in his pocket and he didn't feel like exerting himself right now, his head was thumping. But he didn't want to let her hit the ground in front of him, so he would catch her with one hand. She was small and petite enough for it to work. Dropping her to the ground as soon as her momentum ended. After watching his Captain display more devil fruit abilities he would also notice Juan getting out with his lady friend. She seemed fine for the most part, but Rocco wasn't a Doctor so he didn't know if she had any internal injuries.

Soon after the tent would explode, Rocco would hold his free hand in front of his face to block the oncoming debris. Not much would fly past him though, the explosion would take care of most the tent. It seems that events were pilling on each other as Rocco didn't have time to chill. A crowd was forming, the crowd was mainly made of the people who had some sort of relationship with the people in the tent. Other than that there were a few people with camera's maybe photographers? Rocco didn't look too hot right now so of course, he would flick them the fuck off.

But right as he did that Rocco swore he heard the camera snap. A chill would run down his spine. Hopefully, that picture wasn't going to be the representation of him for the time being. If it was it was going to ruin him, give the impression that he gives no fucks about life and does what he does. And while that may be true, he doesn't always give no fucks and does what he wants. It's just what people see most of the time. He would watch has his Captain would be devious smirking at him and following towards the docks. There better be loot involved.

When Rocco saw the number of ships this Greenbeck guy had, he had to be a little suspicious. How many of these people did he actually have under his control? These guys were pirates, and they ran. So they must not respect him a whole lot, so maybe money was the main source of allegiance. After Juan went to confront the captain and was stopped by what seemed like a swordsman Rocco was a little disapointed. He wanted to fight a martial artist. He was sad that Juan got to fight him instead. But Rocco would not go to waste. Making eye contact while also dodging and punching various enemy pirates. Rocco slowly making his way onto the docks where he would finally meet face to face with what seemed like the first mate.

It was sort of funny to Rocco. He was going to be fighting a first mate as a first mate. Which to be fair was what he was supposed to do. So Rocco would put on a serious face. No smiles no nothing. He was going to take his fight serious, mainly because he was getting more and more annoyed by the thumping on his head. He seriously has quit headbutting people. Or at least after he did some more physical training. He didn't only want to be fast but he wanted to be strong as well. Rocco would plant his feet keeping his hands in his pockets. He wasn't treating this first mate guy like a joke and to be honest he didn't look like one. He had dreadlocks and a pink bandana with a green symbol on it.

Rocco didn't pay too much attention to it because he wanted to get this over with. Dragging this any longer would worsen his head. Who knew you could get a headache from headbutting someone? You learn something new everyday right? Or every week? Rocco doesn't really fight every day, most of the time. Which didn't matter right now Rocco needed to start his strongest technique he could do right now. He would do something greater but due to his strength right now it just wasn't going to happen. He wasn't as physically stronger as his master. Which his master boasted about usually when he was on the island.

Rocco would begin to surround his hand with the wind when he would notice something flying in the air. It looked like a bat but before Rocco could register it, something told him to lean back as far as he could. So listening to the feeling, as his gut is never wrong he would lean backwards and would dodge a very, very fast swing on him. What was it, what just happened. Rocco being stunned for a moment refocused himself on the guy who now had a smirk on his face. "How in the fuck, yo, did you just dodge that? No one, yo,  but Captain has been able to do something about my swing, yo, ....you...are...weird." Rocco hearing this guy say these things with a smirk on his face sort of weirded him out. Rocco know knew how some people felt when Rocco does the same thing to them.

The sounds, the various sounds emanating off these very docks seemed to deafen Rocco. Currently with a mean headache he would be experiencing all types of different feelings and vibes. Feelings of movement when Rocco isn't directly looking at his opponent too hard mixed in with opinions on why this guy swung was so fast. Things of various nature would cutter and clog Rocco's mind. And the only thing that could halt them and calm him ever screaming mind would to stop and breathe. Rocco would attempt to do so, but the First Mate of the Greenbeck pirates wouldn't allow that. He now had this sickly smile on his face. It it seemed to get bigger and bigger with each and every swing he took. Rocco wasn't getting faster, no he just for some reason was moving in directions that his body told him too. And for now, he would go with it, because as stated before Rocco's body never steers him wrong. For the most part that is.... Anyways, Rocco's body would steer left, right, left, down, jump. Dodging and evading the dreadlocks attacks. But Rocco's headache was grow evermore annoying. Each second thumping harder than the last. Rocco had enough, he needed to end this fight as fast as he could or he could risk losing because of it.

With Wind still gathering in his right hand Rocco would attempt to distance himself from his attacker, but with the dock being only 3 meters wide it was kind of hard. Rocco jumping back would just barely save himself from falling off. But another one of the dreadlocks attacks were coming. And it looked fierce, and a lot of wind was being blown by it. That's when Rocco had an idea. An idea that could end with Rocco dying, but Rocco was always a betting man. Luck is always involved with life. And yeah, maybe Rocco didn't have the luckiest start to life, he was damn sure going to have a lucky ass end. Rocco would outstretch his right hand, while also jumping off of the docks. He was going to have the dreadlock man swing near his hand and have his hand gather wing. It was the only way for Rocco to gather wind in a really fast manner. But thing didn't go as planned. Rocco would jump off and his hand would gather wind but at the cost of getting grazed by the bat.

Rocco could feel the breaking of his finger bones. Rocco would grit his teeth and would pull himself up with his left hand. But instead of the dreadlock person continuing his assault he would back up with probably the biggest smirk on his face. "Got ya hand didn't I, yo, I could feeeeeeeel something break. And by the way, your holding your hand, yo, I can tell i'm right." Rocco would pull and attempt to fix each and every one of the fingers that was broken. All but his thumb. Rocco would succeed to realign them, but he couldn't fix the broken bones. Those would have to wait. In any case, Rocco was really in trouble now, he wasn't going to be able to use his technique properly if his hand was broken. But starting over wasn't really an option either, as by the time Rocco finally gathers the amount of wind needed he would probably be dead. So the only thing to do would be to continue with the broken hand and push through the pain. "Go fuck yourself, shit braids" Rocco would muster out of his mouth. It wasn't the greatest insult but Rocco wasn't about to be played with and not talk shit.

The battle continues with Rocco landing blows with his left hand and taking various blows from the bat. Thanks to Rocco's gut feeling from before he was able to slow down the guy, making approaching him easier. He sure had strength but his endurance was pretty ass. Rocco would cough out blood as blood began to drip from his head. Broken ribs, Broken hand and an ever increasing headache. But looking at the guy Rocco was facing, he was missing a few teeth and his face was bruised to all hell. And to be fair that was where Rocco was attacked. He didn't go for his body at all, if he was truly going to finish this off he needed to make sure that the technique would hit and do as much damage to the weakest part on his face. And soon Rocco saw his window of opportunity, after going for yet another wild swing the Greenbeck first mate would pause for a second, momentary catching his breath. Using that second Rocco would slam his fist into the temple of his opponent and would smash him through the docks. The wind surrounding his fist would dissipate back to where it came from. And Rocco would slump down to a knee. His injuries would be very apparent. He would need to seek medical aid soon.

But before Rocco could even get a moment to himself a hand would resurface from the hole newly made in the docks. It was slow though. He seemed to be still reeling from the hit to his temple. And in all honesty Rocco was surprised that he was even still awake after that hit. It was....weak yes but a direct hit to the temple. Rocco would gradually get himself up to this feet before stumbling back to one knee. If he left this guy alone he would surely shake off the hit and would proceed to beat the shit out of Rocco. So Rocco had only one thing to do. This would probably make shit worse but it was the best thing to finish this fight off. Rocco would slowly make his way back to the hole where the First mate of the Greenbeck pirates would slowly poke his head out of the water. Rocco would wobble backwards and would put his whole body into this one final attack. Falling forwards Rocco would throw his entire body weight into this only final headbutt. Colliding with the dreadlocked fucker. His head would slump on the docks, right next to Rocco's The hit would be for both people. Rocco's right eye becoming extremely bloodshot. Rocco would attempt to get up, only met with so much blurry vision he would stumble and would fall off the deck...."Got ya, you shitlock bastard"