"Shut up......such a Justice doesn't exist. Your insults are weak....and have grown repetitive. You long for something. I can tell from how you have yet to use a similar technique you first used on the ship. A good fight? Is this a good fight to you?" Hannibal would pause and think about that himself. And after a few minutes would begin to chuckle, "Actually. I think that is why you keep talking. As for us this is something nice and refreshing."

Hannibal at this moment had truly tossed out all of his feelings at this moment. He hadn't been in a serious fight since he had joined the Marines, not once. Everything ended so quickly that he didn't enjoy any of them. His mindset had turned to that every fight needed to come to a end as quick as possible. His excitement had been taken from it. His thoughts and emotions clouded what some fights could actually be. Which was fun. Even though this current situation was serious that didn't mean it couldn't be fun. And that is what Hannibal had been missing for such a long time. When he was younger this is all he did and wanted to do. Fight those he thought were strong and overcome them. He didn't blame the Marines for this at all, not entirely. He himself created the seriousness that he took into fights. Which caused such mental lapses to always occur. He was never good when it came to fighting angry. He was never good when it came to fighting like he already was fated to lose. He was only good when he was indifferent of the outcome and enjoyed the moment.

"I am sorry I've been so difficult." Hannibal would analogize to Vista.

"Don't worry about it, Hero. Let us j-" Vista would stop himself from speaking from what he saw next. Everything about Hannibal changed. His posture and facial expression was something he didn't expect. The Man was relaxed and held no particular stance at all. But, it felt like he had no openings. As if he could, in any fashion, lash outward. A aura around the man seemingly coming to life before Vista's very eyes. Those things however weren't what frightened him. What did that was the smile that graced across Hannibal's face. And for the first time Vista's own facial expression changed to one of worry. They hadn't even begun to fight again and it felt as if he was about to go up against a entirely different person. The tables, when it came to intimation, had seemed to turn. This didn't mean Vista was unable to move. Or lost the will to fight, not at all. It was just that he started to think about his next steps rather than just leap right into the fire.  



"And here I thought you'd lose after he evolved."

"I almost did. If I went into it like when we first started."

"I see why they regard him like one of the Rear Admirals. If he started that fight like that you would've lost. Shit, I might've lost. It doesn't matter anymore though. As he is chained up and stored below deck. That plaything you brought is down there with him, tending to his wounds. Don't want him dying before we get paid."

"Yeah."

"You alright?"

"No, I lost my damn arm."


"HuaHuaHuaHua, it will grow back. WAIT! It won't! HUAHUAHUAHUA! Don't worry about it Vista. We can figure out how to get you a better one. Just take yourself to the med-bay and get fixed up for now. We will scavenge their ship for what we need and set sail again tomorrow. OH! And we only lost seven going after Mr. Hero. Which is less than I expected."

The Man that spoke with Vista so casually was his Captain. Captain Deckman. The same person that watched the fight unfold. The details of the bout will be expanded upon later. But, for now the only thing that mattered is what the Marines would do when they get the call that one of their own had been Captured.