Fidel would push through the entrance and scan around, this place was going to be his outlet. His black t-shirt underneath a black samurai-styled hakama, with a white strap around the waist acting as a belt and black boots was his fashion statement today. At this waist only was Yamaoroshi. As Shusui and Durandal both were in the clutches of others at this point in time. However Durandal would be coming to him soon. But, the person wielding it would be a truly troublesome foe. And that is the root of his stress and annoyance today. And why he had to leave dinner prematurely. " At least there ain't no snotty people around." Fidel's thoughts would leak from his mouth as he moved away from the entrance of the bar. It didn't take him long to find where he wanted to be seated.

Usually, Fidel opt'ed to a corner seat in the back of bars. To scope out the layout of the place. But, he wanted to get shit faced as he thought about the problem he had to deal with. And maybe at one point see if one of these weaklings would be able to assist him in what he had to deal with. As he took a seat at the bar top he would get someone's words in his head. It really wasn't what they said but rather who said it. "Fruit thief." Fidel would say. He sat forward just like them when he said this. He had worked with the guy on the Sea Train ordeal, but forgot what happened that day. He had the memory of the plans he stole and some of the people that were there he didn't remember much else. Mainly due to the lackluster of the whole ordeal.

"I need the strongest shit yah got, and keep it comin'." Fidel wanted to make sure he got what he came here first before he tried to talk to anyone. After that was done he'd turn his attention over to the Fruit thief, whose name he had forgotten. They were only separated by two stools, whilst the Fishman was three from Fidel. "Steal anything good lately?" Fidel will always regard this Man as a thief, even if the Man wasn't one. It was just something he did to remember people. Labeling them by something. As he waited for a response the Fishman's face rang a bell in Fidel's mind. Regardless if he was given a quick response by the thief he'd speak to the Fishman.

"HA! Well, ain't it the crybaby weakling from Water Seven. Who would've thunk it. Me running into two people that owe me. " Fidel mean't every word he'd say. And would even get up and move to be behind the two, since he'd be attempting to talk to them both. Arriving right after he laughed, as he didn't want to speak louder than a certain point. And with the amount of people here he'd have to be close to really get his words heard. Three stools away was too much. "Where that sword you had back on Water Seven? Give it to me." He went right to it. As that weapon was something that was on his mind from some time, as he could've used it before he had gotten Shusui. And since he wasn't a fan of the weak having nice things he planned to take it right here and now. And maybe have a drink with the weakling. As he didn't mind chopping it up with them at all. He was a fan of speaking with familiar faces.

Fidel also was not someone that waited ages for things, as it'd get him to start thinking too much about it. Just like the problem he has now. With the date of that person's arrival not being for some time he really thought too much about it. And stressed himself out. And he didn't like to be stressed. So, if his demand was done timely and/or something was said he'd lash out, quickly and effortlessly. His way of attack would be determined by actions.

Fidel during his life met these two at two different points in his life. On Water Seven he was still rocking the pompadour whilst when he met the thief his hair was wild, and he had a nice scruffy beard. Today however he didn't have either of those things. Face was smooth and hair was combed while being cut short. Also, due to a ordeal he had a glass eye within his head. He had gone through a lot since he last helped them. As he didn't attack them when he first met them. Their first encounter and those following that hadn't had any hostility. Maybe now you could say that there was hostility. But, Fidel didn't see it like that. Things would only get messy if others wanted it messy.


ooc: Soooo yeah. All doriki to S&P while I should also have a 5 in that stat rather than a 4 from my purchase prior to joining.

Fidel also was not someone that waited ages for things, as it'd get him to start thinking too much about it. Just like the problem he has now. With the date of that person's arrival not being for some time he really thought too much about it. And stressed himself out. And he didn't like to be stressed. So, if his demand wasn't(typo fix) done timely and/or something was said he'd lash out, quickly and effortlessly. His way of attack would be determined by actions.

Regardless of the fix being accepted or not the outcome would be the same. Things could've been avoided, but they weren't. Both parties could really be blamed here. Fidel came into this place, well situation, stressed and irritable. The other should've done more to stand his ground. His lie wasn't known but it would be found out sooner or later; which would come with it's own can of worms. But one problem needed to be addressed at a time. His tone was something that didn't fit him at all. The hint of annoyance in his voice made it come off as if he had a problem with Fidel rather than someone really mourning his lost blade and reflection on the situation. The situation probably wasn't a real big deal to him. No, his tone wasn't really the problem. It was him telling Fidel what to do. If the weapon was still on this Island, albeit underwater, Fidel telling the Fish(Man) to give it to him still stood. But, it seemed like the Fish(Man) didn't plan on listening to Fidel. As that is how it came off.

'Is he lying? When I fought with him on Water Seven he didn't come off as someone that would part too easily with his weapon. No, he is honest. There is no hint of him lying in his voice. But, but, but, he seems like he could be. As why wouldn't he go get it if he knows where it is?? What type of shit is that? Maybe I am overthinking it....maybe I am not.

If he doesn't have it what is the point of me talking to him......Shit I do owe him for wasting my time though, not striking when the iron was hot back on Water Seven. Getting me pumped, leaving me high and dry. Mistakes within the past will always impact your future.' His bold words leaked from his mind, which was unable to contain all of his thoughts on the entire situation. His words coming out after his action of drawing and re-sheathing had already taken place.

He lashed out quickly and effortlessly. He wasn't out to kill unless it was forced to that point, but he had to set a example of what happened when you waste someone's time. His left hand would grip the hilt of YAMAOROSHI tightly. The speed reached by Fidel as he drew it was something well beyond the two, or anyone within this place at this point in time. And the power placed also was nothing to scuff at. This small blade was deadly within the hands of someone with Fidel's skill. It was removed at a angle. Coming as the Fish(Man) was going to place his drink down and before he would run his hands through his hair. Wrist or fingers. The area decided upon would be up to the blade. The teeth of the blade would decided to dig into the Man's fishy fingers, the Metacarpals specifically at the first bend(or join). There was enough power there to dig deep past the skin and into the bone. A second pass at the same speed would be done as well, but inches away from the first. The blade had decided more than one area should be targeted. And so that would be done. The Wrist if nothing was done after the first strike would be targeted next at the same speed the first moved. Quickly and before any pain from the potential first wound would send pain out the blade would be sheathed. The Wrist attack had the potential to run across three ligaments if not avoided. Radial Collateral, Ulnar Collateral, and Palmar Radiocarpal were those three ligaments in dangers of being severed.  All in all if any attack landed the severest the damage could be is severing whilst the least would be the hand being useless till treated by a professional.  


It could've been worse, extremely worse. But there was a reason behind the specific target, multiple. One if he was lying and Fidel provoked him more instead of attacking now he could be the one cut down. Two his hand was busy grasping and attempting to place down a drink; his mind was preoccupied and motion was set, leaving that area one of the easiest to strike. Three he felt someone that would considered a weapon just a tool rather than a extension of themselves deserved to lose more than one hand. This third point would lead into the next thing Fidel would say.

"Fruit thief....put that arm on him. Don't worry you'd get it back. And if need be I can pay for it now." Fidel's attack wouldn't really allow them to say what they would've said if he didn't attack; unless they completely ignored everything that he would say. Even if it didn't land. And if need be he could assist with placing the arm, as he was a Doctor. Why did he want the arm placed on the guy? Because his frustrations from something else was the real main cause for his actions today. Coming into this stressed and irritable he wanted to release that stress. And fighting someone was better than just drinking and thinking about it more.    


Name: Art of Iaido
Description:Drawing his sword from its sheath using the principles of Iaido, The user's weapon attains max speed for a single slash before the hand used to steady the sheath quickly joins the other on the handle of the weapon and assist in executing one more slash whilst at max speed. This can only be down with a bladed weapon that can be drawn from a sheath.
Range: Length of Blade
Attribute: Speed & Agility
Rank: Novice

Saying he was disappointed was a understatement. Did he want his attack to go through? He didn't particular care if it did or didn't. Did he want to see if the Fish had improved? Yes, he wanted to believe that the Fish grew stronger just as he did. Sadly, this was a husk of a being. The raw emotions he showed back in Water Seven were all gone now. Even the excruciating pain he should be going through was dulled. As the attack done by Fidel was not a scratch, it was potentially deadly. The moderate damage wouldn't sever the limb but the cuts were deep. Skin, Muscle, and Bone were dug into by the blade of Fidel. "Pressure alone won't do....I did this...I will fuckin' fix it." Fidel's words came as he watched the Bartender do something out of his element. Doing more harm than good. Fidel's blade was a dirty one, so the wound needed to be disinfected and dressed properly.


"And you need to relax Fruit Thief, you actin' like I cut you. Just unscrew that thing and screw it the other way. Fidel showed he knew nothing about the inner works of the arm the Scientist had been tinkering with. His hand I hurt can be FIXED preeeettyyy easily if I have permission to use this new here ability I gained. It would be big, just enough to cover his hand." Fidel directed this toward Dai, all the wall he jumped behind the bar. (I am asking permission to use Ope to fix your hand, not to use it for anything else but that.)

"We don't have a issue, well I don't. And real men can drink through anything!" Fidel spoke as he looked through the selection the bartender had displayed. Due to his nature he didn't plan to ask or pay for anything he was going to take. Unless asked. The bartender seemed like the type to not question people like Fidel though. Soon he found exactly what he was looking for, and it only took him ten minutes. What he would grab was strong, like really strong. Along with that he could come with other items he found around this side of the bar, all to be used to aid in saving this Fish's hand. "Ight, ight....two bottle should do it." Fidel would walk back over and set the bottle down in front of Dai. If he was allowed and they didn't leave while he was looking he would carefully attempt to remove the bandages the Bartender sloppily placed. "What needs to be done first is stopping the bleeding...this cut is masterful, if I say so myself. And adding a little pressure won't do it. Well, I shouldn't say won't do it. Rather other thangs needs to be done first for this type of wound. Like raise his shit so that it is above his heart, makes it way easier to stop with pressure....Fidel spoke as he attempted to do his actions. Using a clean rag to cover Dai's hand as he did what he said. Honestly, I want to say you are in shock but you can't be. You must got a strong will, cause I'd be crying like a bitch. Using one had to potentially hold Dai's up he would open the bottles with his other. Everything he has been saying as he tried to help didn't need to be listened to. The only thing that should be listened to was his next demand. Drink all this.

With his free hand Fidel would start drinking the other bottle, he'd swallow half but the rest he would spray at the hand as he slowly lowered it. He wanted Dai to drink because this action was going to hurt like hell if allowed. There really wasn't anything else to disinfect the wound with in this place. But, with that out the way more things could be done. If the allowing his knew ability was permitted a small "Room" would be created around the hand on the bar-top. And surgery can be done quickly and without any potential complications. And that is all Fidel would do for a few minutes. And the hand would be the same before it was cut. With Fidel needing to preserve his energy for a fight he couldn't create a "Room" any bigger than what he had done, if permitted. If he wasn't permitted he would just dress the wound. But, with how it was a Doctor was needed for it to be used properly in the future. It wasn't Major or Minor, it was moderate. But moderate damage could leave lasting negative effects.  

There was no combat on Fidel's end if he was allowed to right his wrong. Rather he needed to relax, and wait to ask the two a question. As he had interrupted something and needed to wait till they finished before he asked. So, he would stay behind the bar and start drinking.

"I'll be here talking with my friend Fruit Thief!" Fidel would say as he waved goodbye to the Man he actually regarded as a someone he was cool with. Before saying anything as they waited he would go and get him something to drink, again. Grabbing himself a new bottle that he planned to down.

"I gotta tell yah, yell yah. You are fuckin' weak and it is disgusting. A husk of the person I in the past was going to help and rob. Yeah, I was going to rob you during that. That is in the past though, and I will talk about the present and future. I want payment for helping you. But I don't take beli....never have. And you already promised to pay that Fruit Thief. So, at this moment you can give me your right eye. Or pay in your blood and anyone else blood when I see you next time." Fidel was a strange one and his request was just like that. He would remove the eye if that is what was gone with, so there wouldn't be anymore bloodshed. But if the second option was taken there would be a lot. Not today but next time the two would be near each other. And yes, there will be a next time. As no matter what anyone says or does Fidel will run back into those he met in the past. And for those that he wasn't so keen on he'd deal with. This didn't mean people he would meet for the first time would be exempt from his weirdness. No, they might have it even worse. They might not be given a ultimatum. Why he was kinda being wishy washy with this Fishman was mainly because of who he was. The things he said in the passed contradicted what he did in the present. Fidel did this at times but never when it came to combat and his reason for his own change is the worth and time factor. As he did have a big fight planned soon and getting into one now could mess that up, if there are surprises.

After he spoke he would drink from his bottle, like a drinking god. Putting it back till there was nothing left within the glass. The Fish didn't need to respond to him, he didn't expect him to. Expect him to do so with the truth. Just how he knew about the blade of the enemy. As with his elevated arm and motion in a opposite direction, it being taken to the side Fidel stood on. There was a bulge within the Fish's cloak or whatever that couldn't be his junk. It had to be some type of weak. And with the Fishman's weak being in water it made sense he would retrieve it prior to coming here. And wanting to just send Fidel off earlier.