Emanuel D. Angelov
"All Losses in this world are due to a lack of ability"

Emanuel kicked and stomped on the pirate's head and ground him beneath his boot. Blood poured from his nose and his arm was bent like a pretzel stick. He wailed and then struggled some more, the pain and agony making him pour out tears. Emanuel stood there, looking down in pity for the man. He had just tried to attack him with a clumsy overhead swipe. Almost without meaning to, Emanuel knocked him over and then used his foot to disarm and force him to the ground painlessly. His arm however was then accidentally broken by what appeared to have been a large anvil being dropped right on top of the forearm. Emanuel had to admit that he cringed at the thought of having all the bones in his arm broken.

The boy cried aloud for mercy and Emanuel granted it, silently taking his foot off the youth's head. The fight was still raging all around him. The pirates were being forced back. They were fighting outdoors in a small courtyard, right in front of an old factory. There were some small houses around them with overhead balconies and rooftops where the pirates were fighting fiercely. The Marines that had arrived alongside him had them surrounded, but the battle was far from complete.

Emanuel had arrived at the opportune time, closing in with his enemies on the frontline and either kicking away their weapons or quickly defeating them a swift kick to the jaw. When he searched and felt something coming, he reacted purely on instinct, ending the encounter quickly with the boy's face beneath his foot. Where the anvil had come from, he had no idea, but if he had to guess it seemed like someone had opted to use the old factory equipment for makeshift projectiles.

Up on the rooftops, they were throwing as much rubble as they could down onto the courtyard and aiming quite obviously for the marines, though this may have just been a case of unintended misfire. With the fight creating a lot of confusion, Emanuel was able to grab the boy and escort him off to the side where the young ensign placed him up against the wall and motions over to some medics stationed closeby. "Treat his arm. He has some broken bones."

With all haste, the men and women picked up and carried him away before Emanuel returned to the battle. It was a shame what happens to pirates sometimes. As much as his pity grew more and more, so too did his envy. They were free and they were despised. They were strong and yet so weak. The common threads they built between themselves were something to be admired. Yet, he asked himself occasionally: who was in the wrong here; society or the people who rebel against it?

It was just a dull question with no answer or meaning except that it had to be asked. Emanuel started kicking again as the Marines kept on fighting and those on the rooftop were slowly clearing out the ones who were throwing all the debris on top of them. Emanuel activated his Devil Fruit ability, coating his limb with mud that then formed into a large ball. He compressed the sludge, making it swirl and enlarge before firing it at some of the pirates in front of the factory. The mud hit them directly, dazing one and causing the other to become sticky.

With them out of the picture, Emanuel marched forward.

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Emanuel D. Angelov
"All Losses in this world are due to a lack of ability"

It was only a matter of time before the Marine combatants were able to fight their way into the factory where they faced even heavier resistance. The pirates would be doing more than just dropping bombs on them from above.

From the courtyard, the Marines cornered the front door while a few others went around back to secure any other points that they might use to break away. The marines on top of the houses did the same and closed off the balcony from afar. It was high noon and the heat was drilling deeply into their bones along with the sweat sustained in combat. Emanuel held himself close, preparing for entry as the other squad secured the building. The Pirates on the outside had been swiftly handcuffed and now they just needed to prepare for the final stage of this operation.

How these pirates managed to sneak into this large, dilapidated building in the middle of the town was a question they still hadn't answered and he was really curious about what business their captain would have here, but they had caught them with their pants down luckily. After a few tense moments, the other marines sent up the signal and the rush of battle exploded once more.

There was a contingent of riflemen right inside the door and they did not hesitate to fire as soon as the doors open. The bullets caught the first few who were not prepared before the rest of them donned shields and bulletproof gear. Emanuel reacted quickly and followed the charge as they stormed in from both the front and back. They had them cornered now in a pincer attack and all of the pirates were just putting up one last act of defiance.

Emanuel charged off to the side, unleashing a wild flurry of kicks on anyone within range. The left side's combatants were quickly knocked unconscious as Emanuel didn't waste any time in driving forward while the other marines streamed into the building.

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Emanuel D. Angelov
"All Losses in this world are due to a lack of ability"

The marines fought their way into the building. On the second level, there were gunners shooting down anyone who left themselves open to a clear shot. They immediately were engaged by the other team that had entered from the top balcony and were now fighting on the second level. The factory inside was dusty with wide open space without any of the machines that had previously brought it to life.

Emanuel didn't stop fighting, pushing forward as the Pirates seemed to be huddling all in the center. Just when Emanuel was certain that they had this operation closed down, something shiny appeared out of his right peripheral. It happened very swiftly. Long wires appeared to shoot out of the air, cutting through a long swath of Marines in an instant.

Emanuel had a moment to react and thanks to his advance warning, he was just able to move out of the way in time as a long thin piece of steel wire missed him by inches. "Well well... someone has some good reflexes." Out on open thin air, a woman sat atop what looked to be a network of suspended wires. She sat there in light leather armor with a sickly smile on her face.

"This wasn't for nothing. You're not just going to waltz in here and take us all without a fight." Emanuel leveled his gaze to the right and left, seeing that many of the Marines around him had stopped dead in their tracks. The Pirates too were stopped, but they were all smiling. A barrier of steel wire had appeared right in front of them, freezing the Marines from ever getting close while others had been caught up in the net.

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