Duel Einsauer vs Hassan [Non-Canon | Lvl 70 Duel]

[Einsauer]

The Sweet Pirates were lucky to arrive on the island when they had, the swabbies hadn't the constitution for such an awful storm...Which made it all the worse as the pirate crew's ship was pulled from the shore and deep into the storming waters.
"WE GOT A BIG PROBLEM, CAPTAIN BOSS!" The large human bellowed as he helplessly watched the vessel drift away, the anchor's tether possibly rended. With only a curse under her breath, the captain leaped into the water and rapidly navigated the choppy waves, swimming towards her ship at a tremendous speed.

Two Hours Ago...

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The night's sea started calm, but as is oft in the Grand Line, an unexpected storm swept in without warning. The frightful gales shook the crew of The Sweet Pirates, only consisting of a fishwoman and a handful of humans. Captain Sweet Einsauer moved with purpose along the deck of her ship, The Cotton Blossom. The fishwoman barked orders as scrawny humans attempted to follow, amongst the crew was an enormous, ginger-headed brute holding onto multiple ropes attached to the sails.

"O-HO! A BIG STORM!" The enormous human shouted over the rumbling skies above. The captain ignored his comment while she hastily moved to the bow of her ship. She peered through the crashing clouds at an approaching, shadowy landmass. It was an unmarked island!

"Land!" She shouted to her crew whilst outreaching her hand, pointing to the shadowy mass. "Dead ahead! Make way for that island, we need to get The Blossom out of this storm!"

Presently...
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Captain Einsauer quickly examined the deck of her ship, attempting to figure out her first course of action. As her colorless eyes scanned over the dark deck, she saw it; the anchor. The anchor hadn't been severed away after all, someone had raised it.
"What the hell?" She murmured under the swelling of the storm's symphony. The now-tattered sails blew in the wind. The pirate captain suspiciously looked around the rain-beaten deck of her ship again.

Spoiler: Stats!!

Level 70
Strength- 52 (+5)(+28)= 90

Speed- 78 (+5)(+7)= 90
Reaction: 90
Movement: 90

Vitality- 57 (+28)= 85
Durability: 85
Stamina: 85

Haki- 51
Armament Haki: 61
Observation Haki (Precognition): 41

Martial Arts- 81
Fishman Karate: 81
Chains: 81

Mind- 26
Carpentry: 52

@Cross

 

[Emperor Cross]

Spoiler: Stats

70 x 5 =350

Strength: 67+(2x7)= 81

Speed: 45+(3x7)+10(DF)+5(MA)=81
81*2=182
-Reaction:81
-Movement:81

Vitality:45+(3x7)+15(DF)=81
81*2= 182
-Durability:81
-Stamina:81

Haki : 59
59*2=118
Armament = 81
Observation = 37

Devil Fruit : 100

Martial Art : 34+(1x7)= 41
41*2=82
Rokushiki = 82

# Shaarib was in deep trouble. Previously, the 169th had identified a pirate ship on the island they were restocking at. The Sweet Pirates having the support of the citizens, the marines decided to take the battle elsewhere. They chose to lift the anchor of the pirate's ship. Shaarib, the hot head that he is, decided to get on the ship and do it himself. With his powers, he can run away as soon as the pirates are far from the island.

With his incredible luck, the ship was caught in a tempest and the 169th lost their trail. Problem was that SHaarib never got the time to leave the ship. The Vice-Admiral was able to hide in the hold. Shaarib popped one of his eyes and controlled it to look around. The ship arrived safely on another island. All he had to do was to wait until the crew went into town and he could run away. He began to fragment himself and move around slowly when he perceived their captain snooping around. The Skypiean stopped in his tracks and hid in one of the nearby cabins.#

- "..."

 

[Einsauer]

Sweet moved towards her captain's quarters, creaking the door open and peeking in: she found nobody hiding away here. She reached over and grabbed a pair of chains hanging beside the inside of the door. She looped the hefty chains around her arms and shut the door to her quarters.

The fishwoman peered around again before running to raise the sails up to prevent any more damage befalling them from the storm's assault. She heaved on the sopping ropes to make the rain-drenched material rise up, she finished the task quickly and then resumed investigating around The Cotton Blossom. The captain moved across the deck and opened the trapdoor-style entrance to a hallway with entrances to large crew cabins lining the one side of the hall.
She peeked into the first one, before fully stepping in. Sweet rattled the chains coating her arms as she walked, hoping to instill intimidation into whomever may be hiding in her ship.

"Alright- Come out." She said finally, loud enough to be heard in the few other cabins. "I don't have all night."
She rattled her chains again, like someone shaking a bag of food for a dog.

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[Emperor Cross]

"Alright- Come out." She said finally, loud enough to be heard in the few other cabins. "I don't have all night."

# Shaarib winced, not even halfway in his escape plan he got caught. The Skypiean looked around the cabin for clothes he could wear. If he went outside in his uniform things were going to turn sour. Fragmenting his hands, he began to inspect the barrack and found a lot of dirty garb in a basket. The marine didn't think twice, he threw his clothes in the basket and wore the queasy garb. He walked to the doors but realized, the garb was a little too small, it stopped at his midsection. The Skypiean with a smile fragmented his body, removing cubes out his legs and arms. He did detach his wings too, he did not identify a skypiean in the ranks of the Sweet Pirates. With the hood on his face, the marine opened the door and said in a twangy voice :

-"You wanted to see me Cap'n ?" #

 

[Einsauer]

-"You wanted to see me Cap'n ?" #

Sweet's brow furrowed immediately at the figure, then an eyebrow raised, then a smile. The fishwoman had bluffed; she wasn't sure where this intruder was when she beckoned him, but he revealed himself for her upon request; she couldn't quite make him out: let alone recognize him.
She reeled back her left arm, the sound of hefty metal chain-links clattering along with the movement of her backswing.

"Where are you going with my ship?" She asked with a thin veneer of patience (like an angry adult speaking down to a child) juxtaposing her stance; it wasn't clear whether or not she saw through Shaarib's ruse, regardless though she seemed ready to kill (whether or not it was her own crew).

A single oil-lamp burned on the far wall, giving a dim light throughout the room below the ship's deck; crates and barrels sat around against the walls, hammocks dangled from the ceiling and mattresses lied strewn about on the wooden floor. Sweet stood with her back to the only entrance/exit to the room, chain ready to strike.
The pirate captain seemed as though she were about to ask the man something else, her eyebrows perked and she leaned forward a bit...

"Meh." She said with a shrug, deciding that simply killing the pest would be the best course of action. She could toss the swabby's corpse in the stormy water and play dumb when/and if Mikami asked about him. "Nevermind-"

...And with that, her grey-skinned arm flexed forward, whipping along the left chain towards Shaarib. As the length of the chain seemed about to reach the man she yanked back and the links followed, one after another. The metal connectors clacked off each other as they returned back to sender, and then-

CRACK!

The end of the chain would snap forward like a whip before it would pull back to her hand, the impact of the chain aimed right for small focused area right in the center of the cloaked figure's chest.

Chain Shot!: Sweet launches her chain straight-forward as a striking weapon.
Requirements: 31 Mastery, 31 Strength
Destructive Potency Rank: C | Total Damage Calc: 101-119: 4. City Block Level

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[Emperor Cross]

"Where are you going with my ship?" She asked with a thin veneer of patience (like an angry adult speaking down to a child) juxtaposing her stance; it wasn't clear whether or not she saw through Shaarib's ruse, regardless though she seemed ready to kill (whether or not it was her own crew).

# The swabby flinched and took some steps back. Shaarib needed to act accordingly, it wouldn't work well if he didn't act scared in front of the fishwoman. From her voice, she was angry and was looking for a scapegoat. The captain was blocking the only exit path, the chain she had in her hands too wasn't promising anything good. The marine threw himself on the floor.

-"I'm confused Cap'n ! I did not do anything ! It's not me !" said Shaarib, sounding scared. He wanted to look up, to see how Sweet was reacting to his lies. Some time passed, he did not hear anything, the man looked up and he saw the pirate slowly leaning forward.

"Meh." She said with a shrug, deciding that simply killing the pest would be the best course of action. She could toss the swabby's corpse in the stormy water and play dumb when/and if Mikami asked about him. "Nevermind-"

SHaarib couldn't help but smile at that answer, he had won. He got up and turned his back waiting patiently for the pirate to leave. She did something else, with a quick hand movement, she threw a chain at the swabby and at the last minute yanked it away. With the small distanc between the two Shaarib knew he wasn't going to be bale to dodge. He used the time he had to coat himself in Tekkai and took the hit in hsi back like a champ. The swabby flew and hit the wall with force. Despite having his bpdy as hard as iron, he did feel the hit, he coudl even feel the blood coming down from his forehead. The swabby,face down did not move, instead , he took th eopportunity to atatck. The fragments of his body that he threw around were used to attack back, they fell at the fishwoman like bullets.

Spoiler

Clash : Tekkai = Dura +16 ==> 101-119: 6. City Level = Cap'n's attack

-" Fragment Torrent !"

Spoiler

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Fragment Torrent : The user coats his body with Tekkai and then separates it into multiple little fragments before falling on an area like bullets.
DPR: B, requires 61,61,61,61 ==>81-100: 3. Large Building Level + 2 ==> 120: 5. Town Level

Shaarib took this opportunity to get up and run trough the hole he had made in the wall previously. He was not going to be in a fight.#

 

[Einsauer]

He used the time he had to coat himself in Tekkai and took the hit in hsi back like a champ. The swabby flew and hit the wall with force. Despite having his bpdy as hard as iron, he did feel the hit, he coudl even feel the blood coming down from his forehead.

The pirate captain sneered, she had mistaken his lack of reaction as a sign that he was merely easily-dispatched fodder. She began winding the chain back around her arm, thinking she had solved the runaway ship issue; she took a single step at body before...

The swabby,face down did not move, instead , he took th eopportunity to atatck. The fragments of his body that he threw around were used to attack back, they fell at the fishwoman like bullets.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"
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The fishwoman flinched at the unexpected display of mystical powers. Not only was this NOT a swabby, this was an unexpected and very real threat. Sweet jumped to the ground, covering the back of her head as she dropped. The magical projectiles had nearly found purchase in her flesh, she rolled to dodge an expected follow-up attack, but she looked up to find the intruder had taken the opportunity to escape.

Captain Einsauer, lied on the ground for a moment before standing and staring at the hole smashed into her ship, along with the absolute carnage every else due to the devil fruit user's attack. "HEY!" She shouted, cheeks blushing dark blue from rage. "GET BACK HERE, YOU BASTARD!"
The fishwoman hustled after the mysterious man, she kept her bechained arms in front of her as she prowled forward. She was going to slaughter this ship-wrecker.
"You've gotta be kidding me-" Sweet grumbled under her breath and she explored deeper into the storm-tossed, dark ship. "-just my luck!"

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[Emperor Cross]

"HEY!" She shouted, cheeks blushing dark blue from rage. "GET BACK HERE, YOU BASTARD!"

# Shaarib had succeeded, he was one step closer to accomplishing his mission. All he needed to do now was to run away, he had no idea where he was on the ship but he was going to find his way. He had a headstart and he was going to keep it. After destroying the first wall, he separated his hands from his body. They were going to act as a diversion. As Shaarib kept going straight, the hands went in opposite directions, destroying the walls at his left and right. The SKypiean kept going for some minutes, going through walls, passing through quarters, through the bathroom and finally through what looked like a kitchen before being in front of stairs. Taking them two by two, the soldier was outside real quick. Before him, the aftermath of a storm, in the distance was the city. The skypiean smiled broadly, it was over, he began running towards the figure de proue and as he prepared to jump, he hit an invisible wall and fell on his butt. Missing the point, Shaarib got up and tried once again but it was ineffective. He tried it, twice then thrice, huffing and puffing, attracting the eyes of the pirates around. It hit him too late, the man in his escape had forgotten to reassemble his body. He couldn't leave without the fragments. And calling them back was going to attract the sicko woman. #

- "Yare Yare..."

 

[Einsauer]

Sweet pushed after the man, gaining traction and losing any reluctance as she saw the increasing carnage brought upon her ship's interior. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" She roared, lost to rage at this point; no longer hesitant to fight the super-powered figure. She glanced around at the ruined innards of her ship, hearing the crashing going off in both directions she darted off towards one of the sources, pursuing one of Shaarib's hands.

As the dismembered hand smashed around, Sweet finally caught a glimpse of the shadowy fist trashing her ship. The fishwoman's brow furrowed as she tried to make out what she was looking at in the dark room, but after her rage caught up to her she flung her arm forward; launching the rainwater off her fingertips at the hand.

A flurry of shimmering liquid arrow-like projectile zoomed forward at the small target!

Yabusame (literally meaning "Arrow Military Shark"): The user first wets HER arm, then SHE uses HER massive strength to throw many drops of water, which are converted into deadly arrows through mere kinetic force.
Requirements: 81 Mastery, 41 Strength
Destructive Potency Rank: A | Total Damage Calc: 6. City Level ​

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[Emperor Cross]

# The arrow hit the bullseye and the hand seemed hooked on the wall. Seconds later, the hands separated into two pieces and fell to the ground. It was the perk of consuming the Bara Bara no mi, the user couldn't be cut. Any piercing damage would be null. The body parts flew out and resumed their path. It did not take long for the others to find their way and our hero finds himself back to normal. Shaarib looked around and smiled, he had succeeded. The smug air, did not leave his face not even when he began bouncing on the air going into the town. From there he will able to contact the navy and ask for reinforcements. With the intel they received, he knew Sweet wasn't going to ran. She was going to search for him to inflict her vengeance.#

- " Ma, ma"

 

[Einsauer]

The arrow hit the bullseye and the hand seemed hooked on the wall. Seconds later, the hands separated into two pieces and fell to the ground. It was the perk of consuming the Bara Bara no mi, the user couldn't be cut. Any piercing damage would be null. The body parts flew out and resumed their path.

Sweet watched the dismembered hand, caught by her watery projectiles, fly back with the momentum of the attack. When it pierced into the wall, the fishwoman watched the hand magically separate around, what would have been, a wound. For a moment Sweet thought she made have been victorious in her attack, however she watched (very unpleased) as the pieces of hand arose and resumed their course.

"OH NO-!" She exclaimed, not wanting to let the hand escape. "-NO YOU DON'T!" The captain shouted, barreling after the hand segments. The fishwoman's normally unpleasant stare, was now a burning gaze that dared not stray from her target for even a moment. She pushed through the hall, emerging to the deck as Shaarib leapt from the ship and began hopping through the rainy night sky.

Einsauer hurled her a lasso-looped chain at the escaping man but even as the chain snapped to its full-length the range fell short of the escapee, almost coming within distance of Shaarib's ankle, but retracting as the Skypiean kicked off the air away from the attempted apprehension.

"YOU RAT!" She shouted after the Chop-Chop man, watching him bounce off. She hesitated a moment, ready to jump in after him. Instead, after cursing in frustration, she rushed over to the anchor of her ship, lifted it with one arm (fueled off of angry-adrenaline) and heaved it over the side of the ship. "WAIT HERE!" She ordered her ship and sprinted over to the railing.
She leapt out into the raging waters in pursuit of the Cotton Blossom's assailant.

@Cross

 

[Emperor Cross]

# The sun was high in the sky, his ray embracing our soldier fully. Shaarib, our young Vice-Admiral, the youngest by the way, was running. precisely bouncing as fast as he could, darting up and down in zigzag towards the city. He was met with a crowd of people that filled the street. He was sweating, maybe the smell he perceived, was coming from him rather than the clothes. His heart was racing as he tried to put as much distance as possible between his self and Sweet.

He did not stop once, he ran and kept going straight? Too proud to turn his head over her shoulder. He wasn't afraid of no pirates ! He didn't know if the fishwoman decided to run after him, but he knew that he had to keep moving. He turned a corner, right, then left, then left again, his immense hands pushing citizen away. He was hitting the pavement with force. He had a goal, the marine base.

The man's clothes were disheveled, the clothes did not resist the change. He went from mesuirng 1 meter to 3. His hair was a mess, the humidity had been bad for his afro. He ran through a park, jumped above dogs, parents and kids and finally crashed into the door of the Marine Base. He gasping for air. Shaarib had probbably do enough cardio for the whole year. His lungs were on fire. Using his devil fruit power revealed to be taxing. He had to keep moving, so he did, not looking once at the guards he towered. He walk forward to the main lobby. #

- " Shaarib the Hero is here ! "

 

[Einsauer]

Einsauer followed in close pursuit of the escaping marine, in-fact she was catching up. Her speed in the water easily rivaled the speed of his sky-walking...However, as Shaarib crossed the barrier of the shore and continued hopping in the air, now over land; Sweet was suddenly left in the dust.

She grumbled, the egotistical captain had no interest in leaving this score unsettled. She let loose one last curse as she pulled herself onto land and began ringing out her hat of all the ocean's remnant water-logging it. She watched as the figure bounced out from beneath the dark clouds and into the sunlight a bit away. It looked like he was headed for the heart of whatever island they were on.

With one last glance at the waves, the ship hardly visible in the darkened distance, she sighed and took off in the direction her target fled. It would take her far longer to reach the point that Shaarib had already made it to. As the fishwoman batted branches out of her way she waffled over the identity of the rat that had sabotaged her Blossom; with no proof of any allegiance nothing certain would come to her mind. Hatefully she trudged forward, only after minutes of trekking had she finally found the clearing housing the town.

Sweet was still soaked, head to toe. She stepped out from under the small canopy to find the sun alive and well, despite the raging storm on the other side of the isle. The Grand Line's weather was an unsolvable conundrum for most, including the esteemed Captain Einsauer.
As her feet shifted from foliage into dirt pathway; her wet feet left a short trail of prints before the dusty ground absorbed the excess seawater dripping down the captain's legs.

When civilians could finally be made out she noticed a curious electricity going through the air; they were all abuzz about a man who had just rushed through...At least before noticing a disheveled fishwoman looking very out-of-place. There seemed to be no fishmen on this island so most people were immediately frightened of the pirate. The pirate needn't shove through the crowd as the marine had done earlier, it parted for her; citizens were sure to stay out of the monster's way.

She glanced around at the cowering humans. "Where did he go?" Sweet asked bitterly. No response came from the crowd...

"Where...DID HE GO?" She asked again. Some fled but others simply cowered in place. "What is wrong with you people? It's a simple question."

A woman's shrill scream erupted as Sweet took a step towards her and what happened in the moments immediately following were too quick for the gathered crowd to observe. Sweet flung a punch at the woman, pulling her strength just enough to avoid killing her. The fishwoman let loose the smile of a relieved woman taking a bath after a stressful day.
"You're too noisy!" She spat the words out, through upwardly curled lip, at the crumpled body of the woman.

"WHERE IS HE?" She angrily asked the crowd again. A few worried figures shakily pointed her along to the small Marine post to the back of the town's perimeter. The captain glanced in the direction and started moving.

At the Outpost...​

The post was filled with only a handful of men, all fit for fight though.

- " Shaarib the Hero is here ! "

The men seemed confused, they glanced amongst each other. One of them began approaching, unarmed. "What's the deal, pal?"
In the back of the room, a marine about the same age at Shaarib spoke up. "That's a Vice-Admiral, men. At attention!"

The confusion raised, what was a Vice-Admiral doing here? There were only a handful of rookie marines stationed at this minor post. Despite the strangeness of the situation, the men snapped to attention and saluted their superior.

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[Emperor Cross]

"What's the deal, pal?"

# Shaarib stopped in his track and bend a little to look at the soldier in his eyes. The soldier thought he was funny and tried to undermine Shaarib. He might have thought the Vice-Admiral was a hobbo, and was going to turn him into ridicule in front of the others soldiers. From the looks of it, the soldier might have the same age as Shaarib.

- "Soldier ! What the hell do you think you're doing?! Who do you think you are talking to ? " Shaarib put his hand on the soldier's head and lift the man from the ground

-" Don't you recognize Shaarib the Magnificent ? I'm hurt, what do they teach y'all in the academy ?"

Shaarib smiled a the soldier and threw him at a wall. He looked at soldiers around and yelled :

-"Show me an accommodation immediately ! I need a bath ! Y'all better bring me some quickly immediately and show me your commanding officer !" #

 

[Einsauer]

- "Soldier ! What the hell do you think you're doing?! Who do you think you are talking to ? " Shaarib put his hand on the soldier's head and lift the man from the ground

“Gah!” The noise erupted from the marine grunt as he was lifted off the ground by his head. He couldn’t help but release struggled grunts as the pain quickly flooded through the soldier.

-" Don't you recognize Shaarib the Magnificent ? I'm hurt, what do they teach y'all in the academy ?"

Shaarib smiled a the soldier and threw him at a wall. He looked at soldiers around and yelled :

-"Show me an accommodation immediately ! I need a bath ! Y'all better bring me some quickly immediately and show me your commanding officer !" #

Effortlessly flicked into the opposing wall, the fodder-tier marine hit hard then crumpled to the floor. The man was alive, but now clearly unfit to rise unaided.
The other marines glanced at each other, taking in the blatant assault of their brethren; some seemed a bit agitated but they were spared from their objections:
“You heard the Vice-Admiral.” Spoke the marine from earlier (who wasn’t thrown).
With only a hint of resistance the marines followed their comrade’s order. “And get Elliot the hell out of here.” He added.
Two men carefully lifted the injured man, presumably Elliot, and hurried off to prepare the washroom for Vice-Admiral Hassan.

The man glanced up at his superior. “I am the highest ranked soldier stationed on this island.” A short pause. “How may I be of service to you, Vice-Admiral, sir?” He asked with a formal salute.

Outside the Outpost…​

Sweet Einsauer stared at the unguarded, small marine base for a few moments, scanning the front door.
The piratess did a quick analyzation before huffing and grabbing up a crate from the street. Onlookers frantically scattered as the fishwoman hurled the wooden cargo crate in through the double-doors of the outpost.

“HEY, ASSHOLE!” She shouted as she stood back up from her hunched position. She didn’t move for the door, rather she waited for her target to come out to her. “YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE!”

Citizens rapidly cleared out, leaving her alone in front of the small HQ. Sweet rattled her chains, calling Shaarib like an animal again.

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[Emperor Cross]

# Shaarib did not consider the soldiers, he went to wash immediately, and the hot water got stuck for a while in his hair. The tension, he built up previously disappeared progressively. The Skypiean flapped his wings, the seawater left them in a horrible state. It did not take into account the time he spend under the stream. He had needed this pause. To be able to colelct his thoughts calmly. The Vice-Admiral entered his quarters and found a uniform on the bed. It consisted of a white shirt, a neckerchief, black trouser, some boots and a cap. Shaarib couldn't even remember the last time he wore the uniform. He suited up and walked back to the main lobby. He was goign to ask for diner, all that running made him hungry. The man began to whistle when he heard :

“HEY, ASSHOLE!” She shouted as she stood back up from her hunched position. She didn’t move for the door, rather she waited for her target to come out to her. “YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE!”

He winced, the witch found his position already ! He ran to the lobby, took a piece of paper and scribbled on it. He threw the paper to a soldier and ordered him to go outside with it. He then spoke ot the commander :

- " Ma ma, now I need a meal and a lot of cola. Imma need ya to contact the 169th too, just say : " We found Father" they will understand and come. At least it's not everyday y'all meet with an Hero isn't ? " said Shaarib, waving his hands in the wind, not preoccupied by Sweet

Outside, the ensign walked to the pirates, shaking with fear. The message was clear : "I'm not trying to hide, I'm just trying to avoid the situation. Come back later, lil miss" #

@Einsauer

 

[Einsauer]

Outside, the ensign walked to the pirates, shaking with fear. The message was clear : "I'm not trying to hide, I'm just trying to avoid the situation. Come back later, lil miss" #

Sweet watched the little human wander out with a piece of paper, crumpled by nerves. He kept a straight face, trying not to dishonor the World Government, but the marine's fear was palpable. The tall fishwoman reached out and took the paper, taking her time to read the message carefully a few times.
She glanced up at the messenger a few times, with her eyebrows furrowed in mild confusion.

- " Ma ma, now I need a meal and a lot of cola. Imma need ya to contact the 169th too, just say : " We found Father" they will understand and come. At least it's not everyday y'all meet with an Hero isn't ? " said Shaarib, waving his hands in the wind, not preoccupied by Sweet

The wide-eyed marines were forced to split their attention between the blown open front-doors and their commanding officer; this island had seen little-to-no pirate activity for years; whatever was happening was an insane stroke of bad luck for the poor marines and citizens.
Finally the most-composed of the marines, the one from earlier, spoke up: "U-Understood sir." He said, trying to figure what he would do; it seemed he was in charge of this situation for the time being. "We don't have a dedicated cook in this unit, we have standard rations and cola however."

"Someone please show the Vice-Admiral to our mess hall are-" He was cut off by something else being thrown through the door; the marine that had brought the message to Sweet was hurled just as the crate was. His unprepared body hit the wall, almost in the exact spot Shaarib's victim had hit.

"This isn't a negotiation, you RAT!" Came an insult through the doors. "I'm gonna use those fancy detachable arms of yours as hammers for my ship repairs! Either you're coming out or I'm coming in!"

Shaarib had brought this raving threat directly into the heart of this quaint hamlet.
The 'commanding' marine gathered himself. "Right men, get into defensive formation!" He said. "We need to neutralize this problem."

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[Emperor Cross]

"This isn't a negotiation, you RAT!" Came an insult through the doors. "I'm gonna use those fancy detachable arms of yours as hammers for my ship repairs! Either you're coming out or I'm coming in!"

Shaarib had brought this raving threat directly into the heart of this quaint hamlet.
The 'commanding' marine gathered himself. "Right men, get into defensive formation!" He said. "We need to neutralize this problem."

# Shaarib took a moment to look at the soldier on the wall and jogged to the kitchen without an ounce of care. He simply waved once again to the soldiers.

- "Don't do anything children, she's just jealous of our situation. She will calm down and leave after a minute.... For now, we have a meal to eat, it's been a while since I ate rations ! Never understood why you people from the blue sea ate that. A little rustic for my tastes but maybe nostalgia and a shitton of cola is going to make it acceptable enough." the skypiean was interested to see how Sweet would act. The kid in him wanted to anger her a little more so he detached one of his hands from his body, wrote a note, put it in the hand and sent it to the main entrance.

The hand navigated through the courtyard and stopped at a safe distance from the fishwoman. The hand snapped its fingers to attract Sweet's attention and let the paper fall to the ground. #

"Here is a fancy detachable hand, leave me alone, I'm hungry and need to eat. Come back later."

 

[Einsauer]

The hand navigated through the courtyard and stopped at a safe distance from the fishwoman. The hand snapped its fingers to attract Sweet's attention and let the paper fall to the ground. #

The hand escaped her attention until the snapping met her ears. She shot a cold stare at the hand then glanced down at the paper. Containing herself, she resisted immediately lunging at severed hand; instead she calmly bent to a 90° angle and gently grabbed the parchment from the ground beneath her. The paper immediately dampened as it drank in some of the excess moisture off of her webbed fingers.

"Here is a fancy detachable hand, leave me alone, I'm hungry and need to eat. Come back later."

Her pupils contracted into small beady dots, with a raging fire contained under a somewhat calm demeanor.

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The woman glanced around her (at the surrounding empty streets) to see if anyone was standing nearby. She chuckled and walked a short circle while lightly shaking her head, a big smile poorly hiding a burning rage at the sheer audacity of this marine.

Choosing to ignore the floating hand, being too unpredictable and tricky of a target, she looked at the open doorway to the interior of the headquarters and the peering faces looking out at her. She pulled her dripping arms back... "Looks like I'm coming in." She muttered to herself right before flinging her long arms outward, sending a torrent of large water globules that smashed into the building like cannonballs made of pure sea water; blowing open the front walls.

O Yabusame (literally meaning "Great Arrow Military Shark"): A larger version of a normal Yabusame. The water droplets act more like blunt cannonballs causing dents in the deck of a ship than like arrows.
Requirements: 81 Mastery, 61 Strength
Destructive Potency Rank: A | Total Damage Calc: 6. City Level

As the front-half of the building collapse with a rush of water, the marines within the building lifted rifles at the fishwoman. Her rubbery skin was now too dried-off to throw more projectiles; so she'd rely on her chains.

The frantic energy rose as the fishwoman began walking calmly towards the partially-demolished marine base, strolling through the remaining drizzle from the watery explosion she had caused with two metal chains in tow. The fishwoman wasn't concerned with the bulk of the marines, in fact she didn't have a problem with marines at all...

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...Except for Shaarib Hassan...

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@Cross

 

[Emperor Cross]

# Shaarib flinched when he heard another loud crash. The pirate wasn't going to leave and he was too tired to fight or allow her more time. The Vice-Admiral ahd more serious thing to do. Yes, he did try to sink her ship but the plan failed. If Shaarib was able to go past the event what was preventing her from to do the same ? Holding a grudge was bad for the health, it could reverberate on your heart and your skin. She was a woman, she sure care about her look didn't she ? Around him, soldiers were running in all the direction. Thye were lost, not accustomed to pirate atatcks nor a pirate that strong. They were more impressed by Sweet's attack than seeing SHaarib detached his hand from his body... With his free hand, the Vice-Admiral gave orders to the marine to leave the woman alone. He then kept on eating the available rations like nothing happened.

- "That damn woman... I still need to keep her from coming here tho...." muttered the Vice-Admiral

Naturaaly, his other hand followed Sweet through her carnage. The fishwoman decided to ignore it and was going to regret it. The fist clenched and formed a fist. Getting coated with Haki, the hand too some distance and flew at high speed towards the back of the pirate's head.

-Fragment Punch !

Spoiler

The user shoots their hand(s) at the enemy,(the user can add 1/3 of their forearm to his fist, so that if the opponent attempts to stop the attack by grabbing the forearm, the user can simply detach their fist and continue the attack (DPR will be reduced 1 rank)
Requirements: (51 Mastery, 51 Strength,51 Movement Speed)
Destructive Potency Rank: B ==> 2 + 1 + 81-100: 3. Large Building Level ==> Total Damage Calc: 6. City Level