The island of Amazon Lily was of great beauty and it was amazing to experience. Freya stood on the on the steps of the Battle Ring, as she awaited her fight. Her training as a fighter had been completed, but the other Kuja still wanted to see her in action. On the other side of the Battle Ring stood three Kuja who would stop at nothing to embarrass Freya. She found it ironic that the empress had chosen sisters that held great hatred towards Freya. Every Kuja didn’t like that fact that their was someone within their ranks that possessed the Will of D. They felt like at any moment the World Government would come on their island and issue a Buster Call. Surely if that did happen the Kuja would be able to hold the Marines back, but no one really wanted to go to war.

Times had been peaceful on Amazon Lily for ages and no one wanted that to come to an end. Kneeling on the ground, Freya would pray to the Gods to give her strength for the fight. She hated beating her fellow sisters into a pulp, but it seemed like she would have to do it every now and then if she wanted to gain respect from them. Hearing the bell rings, Freya would stand as she would walk forward. The bells had grown louder and louder to the point where she had to grab her own ears. She could hear men shouting in the distance and was wandering how in the hell they got on Amazon Lily. Suddenly, she would feel something hit her....

Instantly, Freya would jump awake and look around. She had to raise her right hand over her eyes because of all the light that was pouring in through the doorway. On side of her, she could see a large figure that had his hands balled up in a fist. Her hand that was shielding her from the light would come to touch her face. A dark glint would appear over her eyes as she realized what had just happened. “It seems like we get stowaways everyday now!” Screamed the man looking as if he was going to hit Freya again. She could feel the hilt of her Katana in her back, so if she wanted to she could have ended the man’s life instantly. However, she didn’t know where she was and how she came to be surrounded what seemed to be weapons. Looking around the container without moving her head. Freya was able to see things such as guns, machine parts, and even what seemed to be cybernetic enhancements.

To say that she was confused was an understatement. She did remember going asleep in one of the containers back on Jaya, but she didn’t remember that container itself. Either someone had put her into another container, or she had failed to realize all of the things around her. A sigh would come to escape her lips. It seemed like she had came upon an island in which she didn’t really want to explode. She still needed to know exactly where she was. “Where am I.” Asked Freya softly. She wasn’t scared of the man, so there was no reason to be loud. She hated being loud anyway because it felt so rude of her. Looking at the man in his face. Freya could see a smirk appear. A smirk that was almost more sadistic than that of a murderer. “Lady you’re on the island of Baltigo and I’m sure as hell about to get a fair price for you.” Said the man.

The name Baltigo rung a bell in her head. At first she wasn’t too sure, but when the man said he would get a hefty price for her. She would instantly know exactly where she was. The Island of Baltigo where almost anything could happen....

WC: 660

It didn’t take long for the ten men to begin their assault. Not even five seconds of seeing the mutilated body did they rush her. With Tyrfing in hand, Freya knew that it would be an easy fight. Usually, one could tell if they were fighting powerful enemies due to the waves of power rolling off of them. However, the grunts that were running towards her now were super weak. Having sheathed Tyrfing when she killed the man. Freya would quickly pull it out and hold it in front of the men. The black blade that seemed to absorb the shadows around it would only frighten the men. One of them would break the fright. A blonde man rushing towards her nearly as fast as her self.

Bending her legs slightly. Freya would aim the top of her Katana towards the ground with the hilt looking up towards the sky at an angle. When the man got into striking distance. She would quickly cut upwards. A deep gash appearing from his right him up towards his left shoulder. The cut was so deep that his intestines had feel from the lower part of his torso. Their friend’s quick death would only cause more fear to appear on the others faces. The nine that left would only stare at Freya. Debating hard on their next move. Taking a flick with her blood soaked sword. Freya would send the blood of their friend flying towards the ground.

“Anyone else?” asked the Kuja. Sweat would appear on the grunts faces. “She killed boss and Hugo. We’re no match. Run!” screamed one of them causing the whole lot to break wing and go into the city of Baltigo itself. Freya would smirk from their actions. She would decide to follow them. This was her first time on the island, so it would be well to explore it.

The streets of Baltigo were fluttered with many travelers, merchants, and pirates. It was your regular island without World Government presence it seemed. That puzzled her a little bit. She had been on two islands so far in the Grandline and both of the had no presence of the World Government. The first was Jaya Island, not it was Baltigo. Was the World Government weak to the point where they were ran away from islands? Her mind would only wandered as she walked down the streets. Having sheathed her sword a little before she had began walking. She would still receive looks from people every now and then. The blood was still on her, so it wasn’t something that people could really ignore. But of course it was Baltigo after all.

A lot of things happened each day. It wasn’t rare to see someone covered in blood. Hell, every now and then you may see someone being publicly killed because of a disagreement. It was just how the island was. Freya didn’t care though. If it were up to her, she wouldn’t mind public killing. Unless if it were for a good reason of course. In the distance, Freya could still see the men running. Truth be told, she didn’t know exactly why she was following them. Maybe it was her instincts? Maybe it was because she literally had nothing else to do but explore? Or maybe she just wanted to have fun? The world would never know until the grunts were actually caught.

Ten minutes or so would pass before Freya actually caught the grunts slipping. They had known the girl was following them, but felt that they had lost her in the crowd way back near a bar. However, as you can see, that very well wasn’t the case. Freya had blended in with the crowd. Walking only near people who had clothing and color on similar to herself. The tactic was a lame one, but people of their caliber wouldn’t be able to see through it. They were only grunts who did the light work. She doubt that they could fight even the baby animals back on Amazon Lily.

A small smirk would appear on her face. She had closed in silently on about three of the grunts. The other two having disappeared inside of a building to handle some other business. Etching closer to the three, Freya would see that they were sitting on a bench panting. Sweat obviously falling from their face due to all the running. Which had been useless since Freya only needed to walk to find them. It would have been far much better for them if they just blended in like she did. All of them wore the some type of clothing, so it would have been hard to recognize who they were. Anyway, coming out of the crowd of walking people. Freya would only stare at the grunts as she place her left hand on Tyrfing. It wouldn’t take long for the grunts to look up and notice her.

“Y-you killed your friends.” stuttered one who would only point in her direction. She couldn’t tell if the stutter was one of anger or fear. Freya would automatically assume fear due to how the three of them were shaking. His pointing and screaming having caught the attention of the other two. All of them besides the one who had first noticed her would jump to their feet. Blades in hand, ready to engage in battle with the Kuja at a moments notice.

“I don’t want to kill any more of you today. I just want to know what the other two are doing inside of the building.” pointed Freya as she drew Tyrfing from its sheath just incase. There would be a silent pause. The men only staring at her to try and see what kind of scheme she was putting on. Freya would only sigh. Gripping Tyrfing just as the first attack would lunch from the gunt in the middle. Quickly, she would put her sword in front of her face just as the sword of the grunt neared it. She had easily deflected his attack with a light twist. Causing the sword to be ripped from the palm of his hand aand onto the ground. Retaliating, Freya would thrust the sword swiftly through his stomach which led to him falling on the ground. “Now, it didn’t even have to come to that. It’s your fault for putting this o yourselves.” said Freya as she only stared at the two remaining grunts. Hoping that they would give her some type of info on what was going on inside of the building.

Her message would only be replied with actions. Freya truly didn’t want to cause anymore of a scene. Many people stayed and watched. Some even cheering her on. Thinking that it was one of the fight clubs that had been going around and had simply made its way into the streets of Baltigo. The grunt on the right brought more force with his swing than the previous one. He had actually caused Freya to draw back a little. Something that had a annoyed her. She felt like she was the strongest in their current situation and hated the feeling of being bested. Deciding to embarrass the man for what he had just done to her.

Freya would bring up her left foot and kick the man in his chest. He stumbled back slightly, as he was still full of rage. His anger powering him above natural human limits. He would attempt to run back towards Freya, but that was only an opening for the Kuja to deliver her own attack. Deciding to use one of her more special moves. She would faintly whisper “Horizontal Slash.” causing a whistle to be heard as her sword connected with the top of the man’s left shoulder and made its way through his chest and out the other side. She had used the attack before he got too close to her. So, instead of his body being decapitated. He would simply suffer from a wound that would surely lead to death from blood loss.

Her eyes would travel to those of the last grunt standing. The one who had first noticed her only moments ago. “I don’t want to end your life like those two.” said Freya. She could see that the man was shaken by what was currently going on. Freya could tell he didn’t really have any experience in fighting due to how he held the blade. It was pointed towards the ground with the hilt facing the atmosphere. “That isn’t a knife?” thought Freya as she eyed the man. Hoping that it just wasn’t some type of unknown sword art she hadn’t heard of yet.

But of course, it seemed like that wasn’t the case. The man having dropped the sword just as Freya took a step forward. “I-I really d-don’t know what’s going on. They only said they’ll stop here for a moment to talk to the boss. At most they’ll only tell him what happened and he’ll send higher goons to be come after you.” begged the man, as he clearly didn’t want his life taking from him. Swinging Tyrfing, although not taking a shot at the man. She would fling the blood onto him. “Good, I guess I will handle this before it escalates even more.” mentioned Freya as she made her way towards the door. It was now or never. Opening the door, she would walk into what seemed like a clothing store. However, unlike most, it was very empty. No customers or employees in sight.