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Poopy Face · 1 Sicko Mode Thu Aug 09, 2018 1:59 pm

Poopy Face

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齊天大聖

Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know, winter's here.

Calico...No. Fidel D. Marx was alone right now on Jaya Island, isolating himself. 'You'd never understand' Is something that Fidel would tell anyone that'd ask him what he was doing. His beard was still extremely long, it being months since his last shave. He wasn't dirty however. Yah boy had found himself a oasis. If you knew the White Snake Shoda you'd say Fidel's living arrangement resembles that Man's greatly, but the location was different. Weird isolation from Mock town which was miles away. No real path to his location. And the constant honing of his abilities. This time frame for this entire event was after he left the service of someone and before he went to see Nicky West for the second time. Right now he was enjoying time by himself and well he did come out here in search of something. That something being Durandal. The item on the paper his friend(?) the Noble Sofia had brought him. The reason the actual weapon wasn't transported was because it was already on Jaya. It was just that Fidel wasn't aware of the location of the item. He would need it with the plans he had moving forward. Shusui was indeed a powerful blade but he needed to have more than just that in his arsenal. Something that could deal with foes that may be able to manipulate metals. As with how Devil Fruits in this world had begun to show themselves a strange he could only assume there was one that could be a weakness to the normal Swordsmen. He had to evolve just how this world was. His Mind was still set on being the strongest. On being the one to change the world to what he envisioned it should be like.

Right now Fidel was naked sitting on a sadly beach. His location was within a littoral cave. Which was just a got damn Sea Cave. You only be able to get in with a row boat or just swimming in. Blowing up the entrance wouldn't case the cave entrance to wided but rather collapse the entire area. That wouldn't mean anyone inside would die. As once inside you could swim deeper into the cave. There were many underwater pathways that lead somewhere. Fidel personal didn't take them as it was fine with the area somewhat away from the entrance. He was living it up on a beach that was around twenty meters from the entrance. You couldn't spot it from the outside but once you got in your glance could easily shift to it.

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As he built himself a cozy sized home. It's design was like that off a ball, as he thought it'd fit his surroundings better. This also was to test his carpentry skill. As he built it on a patch of earth within the cave, right before that earth turned into sand. It being like this naturally but more additions were added by Fidel to increase the amount available. The dirt and vegetation he brought himself so he wouldn't have too leave so much. Not a quick process as it took a good chunk of a month and constant care to get to where it was. Wood, Wattle, and Daub were used to created this home. Around 14.6 meters in height, 4 meters being the the wooded stands, and the circumference equaled that. It was broken up in two floors. Living quarters and storage quarters. The first floor is where he'd keep all the materials that he use. Whether it be dirt, wood, vegetation, tools, or anything else he thought he'd need. On the second floor is where his bed, which he made, would be. Along with fireplace which he cooked most of his food out of. The entire place was pushed back to be against the cave wall, leaving around two meters of space. Candles and the fireplace is what he used to illuminate his area. He has been contemplating purchasing some dials but hasn't found the time. His last trip up, as the Sea Cave rested underneath the west coast, was to capture fireflies. He knew what they needed to survive and would use them to light up the entire area when the sun didn't share enough light through the cave entrance. With there being a thirty meter distance the light from the crooked opening shined more to the other side, where there was no land.

Fidel would wipe some sweet from his brow. He was trying his best to act like a farmer. The only reason he was doing this so well was because he had practice. The memories of his old crew, the pompadour Pirates, getting stranded on a Island for a year helped him. As he was tasked with making sure their food survived the ordeal. As they couldn't hunt all the time due to other events. Fidel would stop as he was finished for today. With the sun setting he'd rather go cool off in the waters before night struck. He had stripped down to his birthday suit and all of his weapons were safely hidden within his makeshift home. He would swim all the way out of the opening and into the open sea. The waves were chill right now. Meaning they weren't knocking him around against the rocks. This was truly relaxing. The paper that he was given to find Durandal began to be repeated out loud.

Yo! I won't be able to come and see you. Things have gone bad on my end. But I will keep my promise and divulge the location of the weapon to you. I will not be too specific in case this message doesn't get to you. But it is in the last place we saw her. I returned there briefly to place it there. As I have no use for it any longer. This will most likely be my last words to you. Also there is something going down on Long Ring Long Land. I won't go into too much detail but you should head there.

He made it back into the Sea Cave before the Sun fully went away. He planned to head back outside but he was inside for right now. He had a large vanity mirror leaning against the wall. He had saw it when he decided to deep dive. It was cracked but it was still able to be used. "Fuck...I look rough as shit." Fidel would say as he would look at his hair and facial hair. It was all wild and he just didn't like it. He wasn't a fan of beards even though he had one right now. So he would begin to take care of himself a bit more. First it was time to get rid of his beard. Not all of his facial hair but make it a bit more kept. He wouldn't cut his hair but he'd have to straighten it. He had flat iron plates warming up in the fireplace during the time he would trim his beard. This was going to be painful as he gripped the hot iron with cloth and tried his best to quickly straighten his hair. He would finish but he would now have his hands wrapped up.

Puru Puru Puru *click*

"Yoooo." Fidel would say into the Den Den Mushi. He had to use his foot to answer the Den Den mushi. They having called when he was tightening his bandages with his mouth.

"How has your bounty hunting be going-dono?" This was not Nicky West talking to him. Rather it was the Marine that he knew didn't like him. But with their set up they liked using Calico(Fidel). He brought bounties in and they get the credit for nine out of every ten bounties he brings in. It was a shity system they had come up with. But it was what allowed Calico(Fidel) to not get himself captured when he brought them in. He didn't get any other perks from that sadly. He did have a plan to begin to actually use them instead of them using him. But that still was within the works.

"Eh? Um...I haven't gone after anyone in awhile. I did hear through the grapevine that someone caught The hunter. So do yah really need me to hunt?" Fidel kinda wish he took down the Hunter. The Prestige he would've got from a idiot like here would've got him closer to his actual plans. But sometimes you aren't able to do what you want. And this would be the last time he'd bring her up.

"This was the deal that you struck with us. Just how you brought us Shoda and the others, dono. We require you to keep doing this, dono. " It wasn't like Calico(Fidel) was being barked at. But the tone used to him was like he was a child. It was a bit irritating but he kept his cool for now.

Fidel would roll his eyes, as he only got paid for Shoda. Last time he was even in Mock Town things were calm. "Okay. Just give me time." His response was met with him having the Den Den mushi on the other end hang up. He wasn't bothered by that disrespect but he wouldn't forget it.

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Equipment: Den Den mushi, Shusui, and Durandal
Doriki: 12 to Speed

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齊天大聖

Her head would be raised slowly as her reality began to sink in. The tears that streamed down her face converged with the blood from her nose that drenched the majority of her lower face. Her jaw was dropped as her mouth was the only way she'd be able to draw breathe. A couple of her teeth rested within a small pool of liquid right below her. The One that gripped her head was a Goliath. His hand abled to palm her head as if it wasn't nothing. The regret of coming into this bar today was all over her face. Straining herself to look forward at a piece of paper that was held a could of inches away from her. The Man holding her head would begin to speak. It being the first time he has spoken to her or anyone within this place. "Where is this Man?" Those were the only words that he spoke. Something he could've asked instead of what he had done to everyone within this place. Instead of doing that he slaughtered them all. Not caring what their allegiances were. He wasn't a Pirates, Marine, or Revolauniry. He was a Warrior with his on cause or some mumbo jumbo. This display was to simply instill fear into the Waitress so that she'd be eager to answer him. And she would. She'd spill the cuts on everything that she knew about Calico jack. She wasn't the most descriptive but today she was. She gave out every detail she had of the Man. As she had served him many times. This was Calico's spot and the reason this Man was here. Only two things caught his attention. The first was how he always sat in the same seat everyday, cleaning and clipping his nails. And the second is that he was met by someone a while back, maybe a month or two, when he was greeted by a strange smiling Man. A man that called him by another name. Fidel.

Once he was given all the goodness he needed he finished her off. Relieving himself from putting in a workout with the patrons at the establishment. Once outside he would reveal his weapon from it's sheath. It slowly began to turn into flames and with a quick slash the building would be cut down the middle. A wave of flames going passed building it cleaved through and into the woods behind it. The stone building was nothing from his attack.

This Man was Big Baby Jones. Not the biggest bounty to be in Mock town but the only one right now that was of importance right now. As people came running outside to put out the fire before it spread Jones walked over to two others. One being a Mink and the Other a Fishman. Jones wouldn't say anything at first as he walked over and held his hand out. He would open it and drop something into the hand of the Mink. That is when he would speak. "I did my part. Now do yours. Find me C-...Fidel. And bring him to me. If you can't bring him alive Shusui will be enough to allow you to receive your payment. You know where I will be at. You have a week so don't keep me waiting." And with that Jones would walk away.

"Why was he crying?" The Fishman would say as the two began to walk away.

"Don't worry about it. With these we can track him down and get paid. " The Mink would say as he held up one of the fingernails that he was given. Sniffing it to get the scent of Calico Jack. He didn't know why Jones called Calico Fidel, but didn't care. His name really didn't matter to them at all.

"Ight, ight. Sounds cool with me." The Fishman was eager. They both were swordsmen. They weren't as good as Jones by themselves. But with the amount of battles they had fought together they exuded confidence. And this was a bit personal for them. As back on Wano they knew of The White Snake Shoda. His exploits were something truly amazing. And to fight the Man that defeated him would make them nothing but happy. They however were a bit regretful on giving their word on not taking Shusui for themselves. The Mink would seem to suddenly grow wings and pick up his comrade. The two going flying into the night sky and out of Mock town.

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Equipment: Den Den mushi, Shusui, and Durandal

Doriki: 12 to Speed

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齊天大聖

"I can't believe he also left all these books. " Fidel would say to himself as he fumbled through the collection. Right now he was outside of his home sitting down in front of a statue. When he first came over here he was more focused on getting Durandal than anything else. He corrected himself though and would come back to this spot. Sitting the statue up and looking through whatever else was within the hole. When he was younger and didn't know how to read he didn't care when his friend put these things in there. Now however he did. And he wanted to know their importance. After getting them all out he'd sit there and begin to read them. One by one. All of them were written in his friends hand writing. "I always wanted to know what that guy did when we weren't practicing."

During a time Issho took Fidel from the ship to go training. And they ran into a group during that time. For two years they all bonded and became something of a cult. It was strange to talk about now but that was what it was. They prayed to some War God. Fidel back then didn't care that much about it. He just liked the constant fighting with other people. Those fights being more intense than any pillaging of ships they had done. A lot of people within their group died though. Only four of them survived the entire ordeal. Issho, Fidel, Asher, and Bellona. They all split up and Bellona was the one to take Durandal. Asher went on to become a Marine. And Issho and Fidel went back to being Pirates. A chapter in their lives that was good for training but nothing else. That is what Issho told Fidel when they had headed back to the crew. Fidel however did his best to keep in contact with Asher. He actually seeing that Man, even if he became a Marine, as a friend.

"So you wrote everything down.....all of their names. Each battle. Each laugh. Each tear shed." Fidel would mumble to himself. He didn't know how much time had passed. All he knew was that he kept reading till he was done with each book. He did bring food and water over. And went to the bathroom when need be. And when he slept he slept in front of the statue. This wasn't him taking away from his isolation training. Rather he saw the purpose of him coming here. It was so that he wouldn't forget a chapter in his life he really enjoyed. A chapter that wasn't like his time as a Pirate. This was something that he could go back into this without regret. This didn't mean he would not still strive to be a Shicibukai. As doing that wasn't about being a Pirate. It was about getting close to the World Government and not have to deal with them breathing down his back. It allowed them to see him a a dog. And also for the Revs to see him as someone being a great spy. When in reality he was doing this all for his own plans. He was sick and tired of other Revs that worked under his Father, they were weak. He'd help with assignments to keep face. But if he could get out of it he would.

"Zehahaha! Man! I should start writing things down. Soooo many memories I grew hazy on now are back in clear view. " Fidel would say as he'd stand up. He had finished them all and it only took a few days. He didn't know the exact amount but he knew he had to take a good long bath now. And he also was hungry. So he would go and grab Shusui and some soap. He'd wash up and go fishing at the same time. He didn't strip naked. But he didn't feel like doing so. So he just wore some shorts. First he would wash up. Fidel has challenged himself everyday and has reached the point that he can stay underwater for more than seven minutes.

They had found his home. But it wasn't a easy task. Yes, tracking him to the general area was easy enough for the Mink with the superb smelling capabilities. Fidel however wasn't above the ground. He took up residence within a cave and they didn't think of this. They spent days wondering and trying to see how Fidel left his trail like this. Finally, the Fishman would be the one to find him. Searching the shore that they came to. He didn't go right at Fidel, he just studied him. And after he reported back to the Mink he would tell him about Durandal. A Weapon they knew about but never thought they'd find it. The last owner they knew about was rumored to cast it into the sea somewhere. With this new development they debated on who'd get Durandal. Finally they came to the conclusion that whoever kills Fidel gets it. As that blade was worth more than the payment they were to be given. The Fishman would get the first hour to hunt for Fidel. And after that if he didn't do it the Mink would have a go.

"Wash up....wash up." The Fishman whose name was Ocea would say to himself as he began to swim toward Fidel. He was in no rush at all. Fidel was within his element and also was unaware that he was being hunted. Ocea wasn't slow but didn't pride himself in his speed. His strength is where he held his pride. He had even fought a Sea King to a standstill once. It wasn't the largest but it was formidable.

He had finished washing up and now would begin to fish. To wash up he went further from the entrance to the cave. But when he went fishing he went closer to it. He liked catching them closer to the rocks. Cornering fish into holes. Pushing off the rocks to propel himself forward quicker. He just felt having something to aid him in catching fish underwater was needed since they had the advantage down here. He had been within this area for a good minute. So he wasn't that on guard for hostile entities. The only Sea King he had saw was EXTREMELY far from the cave entrance. And even if something bigger came he felt confident he could just make it his lunch.

Fidel would rush back to the surface. He didn't get to catch anything at all. That thought ran through his head as he gasped for air. He had went over his time limit and was regretting it. Only because he didn't catch anything. Fishing wasn't really his thing but he wanted some badly. He was tired of everything else he had been eating and wanted something new. "If B...." Fidel was going to say Bill. But the thought of that Man being nothing more than a babysitter sent by his Father wasn't something he could sit with. He didn't like the thought of someone just being there to watch and change him into something else. He understood that Bill might've changed when he got to know Fidel; but that didn't change the fact on why he was around. It was betrayal and something Fidel would never forgive.

Fidel had regained his breath and began to shake his head. The Bill subject was still fresh and he didn't want to think about it. Suddenly his eyes would grow wide with shock as he would be grabbed by the ankle and pulled quickly down. With the sudden surprise and speed at which he was pulled he wasn't able to do anything till he reach a point deeper than he had gone before. Quickly with a downward slash from Shusui he was able to get his ankle freed. And his assaulter would begin to swim around him.

"HUUUMMMAAANNNN!" Ocea would say after picking up the pace. Quickly appearing behind Fidel and slashing at his back. Fidel wasn't familiar with fighting underwater, never had to. So saying he'd somehow react to this blow would be bullshit. The cut wasn't deep. The attacks from Ocea at first would be to just slowly bring him to death. Toying with his target due to the hour of breathing room he had been given. And with the weapon they were using(refer to picture) it wasn't a instant kill type deal.

Fidel could sense the intent from this guy. And this style of fighting was not something he agreed with anymore. A drawn out fight in the waters with a Fishman. Obviously he wanted to make Fidel run out of breath. Beat him down while he held the advantage. That however was his mistaken in this fight. Again he struck Fidel at his back. Fidel did wince from the pain but only gripped the hilt of Shusui tighter. He had to keep his composure as best he could. He could last seven minutes underwater. And less if he cried out in pain. Five more times Fidel would be hit. The sword was like being bitten. Each time the teeth sunk deeper. And it was only because of the power that sent Fidel a bit forward that they didn't go as deep as Ocea wanted. His weapon was more of a torturing device than anything else.

"SHODA LOST TO THIS!?! PITIFUL! I KNOW I AM UNDERWATER BUT THIS IS ALL YOU HAVE? HUH! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING!?!" Ocea would say as he watched Fidel begin to swim forward. The Fishman would grin at this fool and would begin to swim after him. He didn't understand why Fidel just went forward instead of up, but didn't care. The Pain from those attack must've caused him to fo a bit batty. He knew that one more blow should be enough to put a end to the game, and was ready to administer it. Fidel even had stopped his foolish attempt to swim away. He even turned around. He was sandwiched now and the fate of those within this battle would be decided with one final blow. With the rocky entrance behind him and the Fishman heading right for him there was nothing Ocea could see Fidel doing to win this.

Shusui would quickly slide through it's sheath. Lashing outward at the very last moment. The blow wasn't a killing one but rather a strike to even the playing field. It came horizontally and with a large dose of killing intent. And to increase his speed he'd push off of the rocks behind him. Like he had used to do in the past when hunting fisht, albeit failing each time. With this bigger target and it being delayed for a brief moment this was the best chance for him to strike. Cleaning Shusui slide across the face of the Fishman, both eyes being forever lost. If they were not within the water Fidel might've cleanly taken more than just the Fishman's eyes. As the Fishman went to cover his eyes Fidel pushed forward again as he sheathed Shusui. And once it was sheathed he'd wrap his arm around the Fishman. Both were bleeding and wounded. The amount of time that had passed was five minutes. And Fidel kept track of this. With his legs wrapped around the Fishman's waist. And Arms under the Fishman's armpits, putting him in a headlock, they both were stuck. Looking at it Ocea could wait Fidel out. But Fidel knew this and once he was secured he'd shorten the time he could be under the water. Opening his mouth and biting down at the back of the Fishman's neck. Even with the fishman squirming as he did. Fidel knew his grip would not last forever with them being underwater. So he tapped into his inner demon and kept biting hard and faster. After his first bite there was already blood and with his second he got deeper. No sane Human would attempt such a attack on a Fishman underwater. Instinctively they would've swam upward after landing their blow to the eyes. But not Fidel. He was aware of his surroundings. He was aware of his abilities. But he wasn't aware of the abilities of this Fishman. He had toyed around and only really got serious. Even with his eyes taken or just damaged, Fidel didn't really know the damage, that didn't mean the Fishman was finished. To make sure he survived he had to do whatever it took to end this quickly.

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Equipment: Den Den mushi, Shusui, and Durandal

Doriki: 12 to Speed

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"His hour is up...and he still hasn't brought him back. Strange! Supa strange." The Mink would comment as he got up from his indian style sitting position. As stated before a hour was the agreed upon time the Fishman Ocea would have to deal with Calico. And when that timer was up the Mink Gruff would get the chance to end it. Kicking dirty into the fire he had made to keep warm he'd create wings once again. It was windy and the sky was starting to get covered in clouds. Even if a storm would kick up his flying ability wouldn't be hindered. Quickly Gruff would kick off of the ground and take flight. He went high and then dropped. Going to the area that Ocea last was within. He could clearly see the cave now from his new position and praised Calico. This isolated area was something many most likely hadn't come to. Gruff would flap his mighty wings and push forward. Ocea probably killed Calico already. As the smell of smoke had graced his nostrils as he got closer. His comrade had a habit of eating Humans, and Gruff couldn't blame him. As he also has taken a taste for them. Once inside of the cave however and his attention was placed on the source of the smell his eyes grew wide in shock.

Roasting over a fire was Ocea. His wooden weapon being used as from of the fire. Ocea wasn't being cooked alive but was already dead, and has been cooking for a good deal of time. Which made Gruff concerned about how long it took Calico to defeat Ocea. Fear and anger grew together within Gruff. This task no longer was about Beli or a dumb sword. It was more about revenge for a fallen comrade who wasn't given the proper respect upon death. Gruff would land down near Ocea and kick sand into the fire, quenching it. He shook in anger. "You fuckin' lesser mink....I will kill you." Gruff would mumble to himself. He noticed Ocea's weapon still was on fire despite the fire and he would pick it up. Gruff was able to catch the scent of Calico. And his attention was placed on the home that was built.

"Damn, another one." Fidel would say as he peered out of the window. He caught a glimpse of Gruff since he was just walking passed it. The Mink was walking over with fire. Fidel moved away from the window and went over to Shusui, and also some rope. Putting it together that the Mink was comrades with the Fishman was easy. But dealing with him was going to be a bit tough. Fidel wasn't a doctor so how he bandaged his wounds wasn't the best; and he would have to head to Mock town after all of this.

With his free hand he'd remove his own weapon from his side, it being a revolver. He had a katana but he wanted to neutralize Calico quick, and using a bullet would do just that. And he had Ocea's weapon right now in his dominate sword hand. This revolver that he held was not some common piece of steel, it used to be a blade. It even have a a bladed portion on it still. The reason it was like this now was because it had been broken. And instead of just getting it reforged Gruff wanted to change the entire weapon. This due to the evolving world they lived in. As a katana was not going to always be the best for every situation. With a flap of his wings he'd fly over to the second floor and break right through it. He wasn't harmed from. "COME OUT! I know you are in here....lesser mink. " With the blood that was scattered around within the wound Gruff couldn't pinpoint exactly were Calico was. As he spoke he tossed his comrades weapon over onto the bed of Calico. Setting it ablaze. Due to other things within the vicinity of the bed other things would catch a light. Gruff was going to get Calico to come out one way or the other.

Fidel wasn't the best at hiding and the only reason he wasn't see was due to the things in front of his bed. As he was hiding under it. he could tell that shit was on fire from the smoke and the heat coming from the bed, he'd move some things out of the way and got a glance of Gruff. Seconds passed and he'd move quickly. "FUCK IT!" Fidel would cry out in unison with his actions as he pushed the bed up on it's side and kicked it forward. As it traveled the two meter gap he peered from the right side of the bed and tossed Shusui, who was out it's sheath. It seemed to come right at the Mink. The speed and power was impressive.

Gruff would not be flustered by the flaming bed nor Shusui travel toward him. He would flap his wings to put himself above the bed and Shusui since they both came from the same direction. Gruff assumed that Calico wanted to use the bed as a distaction. Gruff cutting or spending too much time with it instead of dealing with Shusui. A trick. "You must've used a trick on Ocea." Gruff mumbled to himself as he would take aim with his weapon and prepared to fire.

"Talk as you attack." He pulled on the rope he had in his hand before he spoke. As he spoke while Gruff did. He was fine with people talking when they were in combat, but wished they did it at the appropriate time. As when you spoke you left yourself wide open. As the attack earlier with the bed and shusui weren't attacks, he didn't expect them to land, they were set ups. He wanted to get both behind Gruff. Shusui was used to pierce through the bed. It was luck that it didn't come right back at the hole it had created when pulled on. Instead it brought the flaming bed back. It'd make contact with the back of the flying Mink. Catching him off guard. It crashed against him and sent him coming forward. Fidel wasn't a hand to hand fighter he prided himself in weapons, that weren't firearms. Having to be really close to land such a attack. But he could throw a punch. So as Gruff traveled down toward him Fidel leaped forward. "FALCON PUNCH!" Is what he'd scream out as his fist made contact with the face of Gruff. The force of the punch was enough to send them both going forward and out of the hole in the wall Gruff had created.

Gruff stayed on the burning bed after they fell out, dropping his weapon. Fidel bounced off of him and rolled to the right of the burning bed. Thinking that was enough was dumb. But Fidel was exhausted from it. He'd grab what he would land on and begin to stand up. Looking over in the direction that Gruff was in. Gruff had begun to stand up as well, not defeated from the attack. "CHEAP TRICKS! CHEAP PUNCHES!" Gruff would yell as he'd flap his wings and tackle Calico. After the initial tackle he'd charge up his hands with electro and begin to wail on Calico. Throwing a right. Throwing a left. Like other Minks he was well versed when it came to hand to hand combat and also weaponry. Using electro added a sting to each punch. He even was able to knock a tooth from the mouth of Calico. He stood over the Man now. His tricks were not going to help him right now. The burning building would be of no help. And Gruff was prepared for the Man if he tried to throw dirt. "...You killed my friend. And got a cheap punch on me. So, I beat the shit out of you. And I won't stop there.....No. I will carve you to pieces. Slowly. LOOK AT ME!" Gruff would reach down to grab the curled up Fidel. Tossing him over and there it was.

BANG.

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Equipment: Den Den mushi, Shusui, and Durandal

Doriki: 12 to Speed

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Blood came from his nose, mouth, and even forehead. He was dizzy and didn't expect to lose not one but three teeth. One flew out during the punches whilst he had just spit the others out once he fired Gruff's revolver. He had fired it a point blank range at the Mink's face once he was turned around. The reason he couldn't block some of the strikes was because he was keeping the weapon pressed against his stomach and hidden with his arms. Yeah, he could've fired that bad boy once he had rolled on it but he wasn't a marksman, he was shit with a gun. The only reason he landed was because of the two being so close together and through the graces of the War God. He'd drag the body of the Mink over to where he had placed the Fishman. He' go back to his burning home and use some of that wood to light the fire under the Fishman once again. As that started to cook again he started to skin the Mink. Durandal was outside and with Shusui currently under a burning bed he'd have to use the glaive. He was hungry and fighting two fight back to back made him more hungry. It was hopefully over right now or Fidel was going to be in for some shit. But with how the weather was right now he should be fine. A storm had swept in and getting in or out of this place was going to be difficult.

"So Dog and Fish....eh. I've had worse." Fidel would say to himself out loud as he watched one of the cook.He had cut the head off of the Mink since there was a bullet within it. Couldn't eat that part. Fidel wasn't a good cook so he knew it'd taste like shit, but he was hungry.

---- Mock Town

"Two more days." That was how much time was left for them to arrive with Fidel or Shusui. Jones was growing impatient and had spent today causing a bit of a problem within another bar that Fidel liked to visit. He didn't do this to torment for information. He was targeting these places so that he could get Fidel's attention. As Fidel could've killed those two. Or he could have snuke around them to hide in Mock Town. There really wasn't much information on him to draw him out. So doing deeds like this to draw him out was all Jones could do. This also did draw others to him. A few bounty hunter had come to him a few days ago. But, they were cut down without and trouble. He also had gotten into a few other fights with Pirates that he disrespected.

Jones didn't know if it was because many had left prior to his arrival. Or if Mock town was just full of weaklings that didn't know how to fight. He hoped it wasn't the latter.

Nicky West found out about this problem that was Jones and had called Calico on his den den mushi. This was the perfect chance for him to portray himself as more than just a criminal.

----Cave

"Oh yeah!" Fidel would say out loud after he had finished eating the Fishman. Honestly, it was better than he expected. It didn't heal his wounds but it was enough to give his body the energy to start the process. He would go over to his animals that he brought here. They didn't lose their home even though Fidel did. They could survive here for a decent amount of time. The area hadn't been damaged from the intruders and Fidel planned to fix up the place soon anyway. But for that he would need to buy supplies or go and get someone. This time however he would make this place better than it was than before. Stopping at one house wasn't going to happen. He would build this place to what it should've been in the first place. A lair. Making it a place that even if you entered without permission you wouldn't escape from it. However before that Fidel would need to occur the elusive docks for himself instead of sitting on his ass. He didn't need but wanted a legitimate source of income. There was only so much you could do by pure force. Without that coin behind you there would be a downfall.

His den den mushi would ring, it was on the back of a pig. Going over to it he'd answer and get a ear from Nicky West. Listening to everything that she would say without giving a response. He rolled his eyes at her asking him to deal with Jones, he didn't feel like bounty hunting. But, her telling him he attacked Fidel's favorite spots irritated him. There was a reason that he only went to certain places. They had value that he knew was bad but needed. "Okay, shit. I will come see you first. I need to be patched up. I will capture him alive but you guys have to transport him. I am not sailing some big fuck in my row boat too far. I will have him for you on the docks."

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Equipment: Den Den mushi, Shusui, and Durandal

Doriki: 12 to Speed

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Two days and one night later.

His injuries were severe but he would live from them. If he hadn't been working with the Marines he'd surely have no one that'd help him. Honestly, if Nicky West wasn't the one with the Marines Fidel coming to them would've ended with him being in a prison cell instead of heading back to Mock town. Though he traveled in a row boat a Marine vessel will soon join him at the docks of Mock town. They were going to be there to get Jones, if Fidel could capture him.

Upon arriving to Mock Town he had to take in the docks. HE. LOVED. THIS. AREA. It wasn't just because he was a Shiprwright but it was just the overall feel of it was better than the rest of Mock town. It wasn't the largest area, that was the shopping district. He'd eventually own everything but he was fine with just the docks when he got around to getting it. He needed to focus though as he needed to Capture the big ugly fuck that was Jones. He knew what the guy looked like from the Wanted poster he now had of him. Fidel had no clue as to where this Man was going to be. But the sight out a streak of smoking rushing into the sky gave him a clue. So, with Shusui at his side and the Revolver(Ryo Wazamono) tucked into his back he was ready. It didn't take him long to see that large brute standing outside of a burning building. A place that Fidel also frequented. It disgusted him to his core. There were only so many placed that you could get some good piss(that be a drink) around here. And this guy for whatever reason was messing them all up. Fidel for that couldn't stand him and didn't know if he'd be taking in Jones alive or not.

"OI! Big bitch!" Fidel would call out to big Bag Jones. They were in total seven to eight meters a part. Looking at the weapon that was within Jones's hands his weapon was within range. Which was a good and bad thing. His long reach could keep Fidel at a distance. Making it near impossible to reach him. And with Fidel not knowing how good this Man was with his weapon he had to be cautious. The only upside is that if Fidel could get passed his reach and get close he could turn that advantage into a disadvantage. That was assuming that Jones hasn't dealt with someone that has gotten into his guard.

Tears streamed down his face as he turned to see Fidel. "Y-you.....YOU ARE THE ONE! *sob*sob* that captured Shoda...and took MY SWORD! *sob*sob*sob* even now you weild it as if it is your own. Despicable!" As he spoke his began to swing his large bladed weapon in unison with his words. At the beginning it was slowly and sloppy. But as his tears and emotions began to increase so did the intensity of his swinging. Due to the fire people had already gotten into the streets waiting for Jones to move so that they could put out the fire. But with his actions the wind he was kicking up began to push those not strong enough back. Left. Right. Above. Left. Right. Above. That was the combination that would be done by Jones. Over and over again. A Normal human would not be able to see these movements and just think it was all a blurry display of speed and power. Each time the blade struck the ground it seemed to make everything shake. His moves were predictable. That is all it was in the eyes of Fidel. He would move forward moving in the appropriate direction each time. Edging closer and closer. And once he got within range he'd notice there was a change. His aim was toward the lower area of Jones with with a fist coming fast he had to change the course of his blade. Still he removed it from it's sheath to attack and he'd quickly exude killing intent to stop the Man from continuing his push forward. All he would do is lessen the damage and not stop it. With his blade going deep and his killing intent causing hesitation Fidel would only be sent flying backwards twenty meters. It was long but in comparison to how far he would've been sent it was small.

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He wouldn't tumble across the ground. His landing would be within a building, going through the roof. He land on a bunch of miscellaneous crap in someone addict. The building was made out of wood. And if he saw it from the outside it would look like the same place he threw up a long time ago. But back to the ordeal at had. He would spit up a combination of lunch and blood. He would look around for a bit to gather himself, as he was a bit disorientated. He gather himself after a few minutes. And in that time Jones had made a stride over to the building Fidel landed in. With his tears near their peak he ignored the paid within his fist. His added momentum and the attack from Fidel increased the initial damage done. The attack able to go almost to his wrist. Using Buso he would fortify his hand for the time being. Since he'd need it to get looked at. Jones was only impressed a little from the attack from Fidel. He talked to himself but with his distance and the insufferable tears making out what he said would be impossible for Fidel.

The entire building would shake when Fidel would attempt to stand up. He'd curse as it continued and then he'd see a darkened hand burst through the floor. He knew who it had to be but still he felt spooked at bit. The flooring seemed too weak to handle that one powerful punch causing it to begin to cave in. Everything began to roll toward the epicenter of the hole. Barrels, boxes, and what have you. With too much going to one spot the rest gave way. And soon the entire flooring and everything up there would begin to fall to the first floor.

Jones would look around not seeing the messed that had been kicked up. This clinic or whatever it was had a lot of crap. None of it did anything but caused dust from the attic to kick up and fill up the first floor. Annoying was all it was. As he cried he waited for some type of movement that he could react to. He was disappointed in Fidel. He had defeated Shoda but wasn't showing any real promise or skill. His strike to his hand was not the strongest Jones had dealt with, actually it was the weakest wound he had every gotten. His thought would be broken as he would hear movement to his left. He'd slam his mighty blade into the ground kicking up more debris. There would be more than just a slash as a blade of air would sweep forward and far.

It wasn't Fidel that had done that. Using the end of Shusui he'd push something. Doing it in a way to act as if he was trying to be sneaky. He wanted to get that big cry babies attention and he did. Upon him bringing down his blade Fidel would push everything in front of him forward. This serving as a second distraction. Using the end of Shusui once more to do so. With his strength he sent splinters of the floorboard forward as well. This being more important than the larger objects being sent. Regardless of it it hit or not, as it would. He would exude as much killing intent as he could upon his blad leaving his sheath. Pushing his body to move the best way he could he'd not go for the body but the closest thing. And that was the hand that held the Man's blade. With two clean motions he'd remove it. But he wasn't done. As Jones would real back from the pain he'd keep going. With Shusui within it's sheath as he moved closer he motioned to his back and would remove the revolver he had taken from his other attackers. He still wasn't the best shot nor did he care if anyone made fun of him for it. Once he got close enough he'd put it forward and fire twice.

They'd make impact with his stomach not a place he'd die from the blow. Before anything else could be done Jones would yell. But this yell was something never seen before by Fidel. As it had the power to not only send him back but everything within the building as well. He'd be sent outside tumbling across the ground. Dirty and blood stained his clothing. He wasn't too hard but he was dizzy as hell. He could keep going but something else came from that scream. His sense of time was way off. He didn't know how long he had been sitting on the ground after his tumble. Ten whole minutes had passed and Jones had regained himself and was now rushing over. Then there was something that would click in his mind. A switch would be hit and everything went black. With his free hand he would remove Shusui and lash out again with killing intent. Clashing again with fist he had first cut. Shusui was strong. A weapon that wouldn't break from anything less than great. Fidel's hand however was not as durable. Breaking in many places from the clash. Fidel however would be the one to benefit the most from this clash. He'd strike at the already weakened area that he had struck. Buso wouldn't be enough to save it now and the job would be finished. Deeper would the cut go and keeping both sides together along with buso on the other hand was too much of a struggle.

The victor today was blood loss. The wounds inflicted on Jones were too much, and the same was for Fidel. Which lead to the conclusion being something different. There wouldn't be any wealth gained today but maybe fame and experience. He would leave the body of Jones in the street and gather everything he had, even the weapon of Jones. He would retreat from Mock Town. Those that saw the fight wouldn't stop him but praise him. He killed someone that has been killing for some time here for no real reason.

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