Saul, seeing that the fellow had run away, stood and grabbed another drink over the counter. The doctor looked back up at him and said, "This man will be fine, but I need a hand with him. Come here and lift him for me!
"Hm... No." Saul replied, turning and walking away. The doctor shouted, "He could die!" in a desperate attempt to get him to help. "That would be funny!" Saul replied, walking out the door and closing it behind him. He saw Rogan talking to the fellow, saying something about "five minutes". He huffed, taking a sip of the beer and wandering off to his left.
Saul had something he wanted to do. He left the area, off to find something that he had spoken to nobody about, and had no intention of telling anybody about save until he got his prize.
Hmmm, five minutes? Thats quite a bit of time before he starts, is he really that strong compared to me? Mabey i shouldn't have left the room without my sword this morning. Aiden thought to himself and began going over how he could fight this man in hand to hand combat. Alright, got it! Its probobly been about a minute by now so i should get started. Aiden thought as he began preparing his attack. I dont do a lot of hand to hand combat mind you, im a little rusty so you'll have to forgive me if i seem a little "weak" but those were some pretty low scores you gave me back in there. I hope to change your mind. Bubble! Aiden said opening his left hand palm down and planting his left foot into the ground and gathered some strength as his bubble expanded out. Ready or not here i come! Aiden called out as he changed the gravity in his area sideways making what was in front of him the gravitational "down" as he pushed of with his left foot launching himself forward adding to the speed of his "fall". Pulling his knees up towards his chest his plan of attack was to collide into the man with his knees with enough force to knock him back if it wasnt blocked and go for a strike to the side of the neck and proceding to push out with his legs and throw the man back, but he had a feeling it wouldnt go quite as planned as he got closer to him and he braced for the impact as he prepared to shut his gravity off and put it back to normal.
Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Jan 14, 2013 3:09:10 GMT
Rogan waited, the man in front of him would take his time, wasting the few minutes he had to convince the captain of his worth. "I dont do a lot of hand to hand combat mind you, im a little rusty so you'll have to forgive me if i seem a little "weak" but those were some pretty low scores you gave me back in there. I hope to change your mind. Bubble!" A smile graced his lips as Aiden took up stance, he was actually hoping this man was good, or at least at a good start. "Ready or not here i come!" He altered his own gravity, Rogan saw the force gained coming in was too great, moving too quick for the single push off.
Rogan saw his plan of attack, fractions before he initiated them. The knee was strictly obvious and he stepped to his side, on the outside of the striking knee, turning his body also so the knee wouldn't so much as touch him. He also bent his knees as he moved to effortlessly duck under the follow-up strike. While was making his dodge, Rogan would not keep his hands passive and idle. As the man would be completely missing him, he jutted his inside elbow to land just under the man's ribs, applying little power but the gravity he created for himself would do the rest of the work for him. Granted it hit, the captain would have already secured a solid hit to the midsection, maybe giving him a shortness of breath for the moment, but certainly giving him a nice bruise.
"Looks like you need some training, at least in hand to hand." He spoke no lie, as the move wasn't difficult enough to deal with, even without Haki the result would be the same. Even so, it seemed there was something he was beginning to appreciate about the guy.
Saul made with his meager walk down the street, eying shops to see if they did or did no have the "item" he was looking for. As far as he saw, none appeared to. He noticed the significant amount of space other people were giving him, which was usually a normal occurrence, but the distance people walked around him was unnerving. He began to wonder just how much of a ruckus he and his captain had caused in this town, namely "The Cove." A doctor carrying a dying man out of a bar, aided by a drunk no less, towards a hospital while yelling for help could be something people would mention to each other. Gossip in towns like this usually spread like wildfire, and always get to a higher authority if the news was serious.
Just as he was thinking this, he saw it through the glass, in that shop. It was there on the shelf, with the light shining on it like a beam from heaven. He could almost touch it, except for the glass window that stopped that. Saul forgot what he was thinking about entirely, opting instead to go into the store and threaten the store owner with death until he got the item he requested for free. Initially, the store owner stood firm, but Saul's intimidation won out in the end after he smashed the concrete counter in half with a single kick. It was surprising how fast a man could run under such circumstances.
Saul, having gotten his item, left the quaint little shop. The street was completely empty, save for one small, trembling man dressed on a marine's uniform, holding a gun up to Saul from the middle of the road. "F-f-f-freeze, Demon!" the little man said, attempting to move the gun in a way that would show he was not afraid to shoot. However, in his trembling fear, the gun fell to the ground with a clatter, and the marine screamed with terror at the noise, curling up into a ball and cowering. He had heard of Saul Moriah, and as a general rule, Saul hated people who had heard of him more the he hated normal people, which was already a lot.
The sun shined on the marine-dressed man that day, because as Saul's eyes looked him over, he sees a small shell in his pocket. "Ooh, gimme that Den Den Mushi and I'll let you live." said Saul. The man's eyes flashed through different thoughts. First, he looked confused, and then he looked down at the snail. His confusion turned to thought, which very quickly morphed into extreme happiness. He was going to live! He grabbed it and threw it at Saul, standing and turning to run away. Saul caught it, and watched him turn, seemingly letting him go. However, his escape was short lived, because a flash of light caught up with him from behind, and a giant hand grabbed the roof of his skull while a cold, metal blade was touched gently to the front of his neck. He froze as Saul held onto him, revealing his new purchase to be a gigantic shuriken, which he held to this man's neck. "Oh no no no." Saul whispered into the man's ear, slowly tightening the grip on his skull. "I can't let you go anywhere, since you'll blab to all your buddies about who's actually causing the ruckus. We don't want that, yet." By this point, the grip he had on the skull was making the man whimper in pain. Saul continued whispering, saying "The real question, marine, is just how I should kill you. Right now I could slit your throat, or crush your skull in my fingers, but what fun is that for me? No, no, I think I should do something more fun. I know, I could slowly melt your face off! Or maybe I could cut you open and roast your innards like marshmellows. Hm, I could slice you in half with a laser, I could scoop out your eyes, liquefy them and shove them-"
He was stopped by the sobs of the man, since they became to loud for his whisper to be audible over them. He begged for mercy, telling Saul things of his wife and kids between his blubbering. Saul grunted in frustration, releasing his death grip and pulling the blade away from the neck. The man fell to his knees, coughing and crying and slowly stumbling away. As he regained his balance, his stumble became a flee for his life, running down the street as fast as his legs would take him. Saul laughed loudly, yelling "You can run forever, but I'll always catch you!" at the marine as he fled. Saul really hoped that poor soul wasn't dumb enough to actually tell the marine base in the city of the presence of the Crimson Pirates.
He figured the fight must at least be getting under way, and decided to make his way back to the bar. He placed the Den Den Mushi that the marine had given him on his shoulder so he could hear any calls made on the local marine "frequency". Saul didn't entirely understand Den Den Mushi. The shuriken had come with a case, and he found it fit nicely on his back, under his cloak. He was rather annoyed he had worn the coat today, since it was turning out to be a busy one.
Aiden's attack that was meant to be a surprise completely failed and now he was about to come into contact with a nicely placed elbow, luckily when he started his attack he had already been ready to shut off his gravity making him lose some of his forward momentum and allowing him a slight second to shift his body backward and shove his feet down and make contact with the ground. He crossed his forearms but too high and went sliding into the elbow which hit just under his arms knocking onto his back. Damn, if only i had my sword it wouldnt be turning out like this. Aiden muttered to himself as he rocked back and sprung up to his feet. Alright lets see if this works a little better shall we? Aiden said to the captain as he let his arms drop and hang as he leaned forward a little and crouched lower to the ground. I attack a little differently when im like this so ya should be careful. He said as a grin came to his face under his hood which was pulled forward not allowing his eyes to be seen. His smiles were not only part of his personality but also a mind game as all most people ever saw was his mouth because of his hood. From his crouch he held more potential for starting speed by using his legs like springs and by using his hands like "whips" his speed was also carried into his attacking strength. Aiden leaped forward and to his right and began running towards the captain letting his arms swing behind him as he got to him he planted his feet bringing him to an almost abrupt stop while he shot his left arm out with his hand flat and just the ends of his fingers bent aiming at the captains upper ribs and putting enough speed and momentum behind the attack that hit or miss he will continue his spin and follow up with a whip like back fist but if this second attack is blocked it will leave his back exposed and unable to be blocked.
Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Jan 15, 2013 16:34:16 GMT
Rogan's elbow made contact, knocking Aiden back, wordlessly assessing what his opinion was so far. 'So, he really isn't the best for hand to hand, maybe I could consider him as more of a trainee.'
"Damn, if only i had my sword it wouldnt be turning out like this." He sprung to his feet, Rogan took a small step back, getting a full look at his applicant. Aiden spoke again, bending his knees a bit, lowering his center of gravity. "Alright lets see if this works a little better shall we? I attack a little differently when im like this so ya should be careful." His stance slightly angled forward and his arms dangled, hanging back.
"I want you to know there is no need to warn me of anything. I am speculating your skill, not the other way around. Let's just see if you can make me draw my sword." He made a slight, confident smirk, welcoming the sprinting assault without even a hesitant gaze. When Aiden abruptly stopped Rogan began to make his move, dropping down, spinning as he stuck his left leg out. His move would knock Aiden once more off his feet as he made the late thrust at what he originally planned to be Rogan's midsection.
If his leg sweep took effect he would continue the spin, drawing his leg in to allow himself to return to his standing position. A thud would sound as Aiden landed and the captain would be looking down, nearly laughing, "How about you take a better run at me. I have a couple things I want to show you."
Saul's eyes, hidden behind his glasses, spotted his captain and the boy still messing around in front of the bar. He looked to the building behind them, and saw several of the patrons watching the action from the windows. Deciding that he still had some time before they had to leave, Saul wandered over to the bar, placing his hands on the handle and tearing the door off it's hinges when he tried to open it. "Aw shit.." he muttered, dropping the door and kicking it out of his way. All the eyes had gone from the fight to him, and none of the eyes looked happy. In fact, most of them looked straight-up horrified. Very few of the people who had been there when Saul and Rogan had caused a ruckus were still there, meaning most of these people just watched a strange giant man in sunglasses rip the damn door off with one hand. Nobody moved, save for Saul, who wandered over to the bar. The man who had been behind the counter had been replaced by another man of similar stature. "Gimme a pitcher of beer." he said.
"Do you plan on paying for that door?!" the bartender replied angrily, slamming his hand on the counter. He looked directly at Saul's eyes, leaning in and muttering, "Or am I gonna have to punch those glasses off your face?"
Saul's jaw tightened, and he rested his elbows on the bar, linking his fingers between each other. He rested his chin on his knuckles and closed his eyes. Suddenly, his lips parted, and a really strange sound came from between them. "Kuaaahaahaahaahaa!" he laughed, for the first time in a long time. The sheer ballsiness of the bartender was just hilarious, especially considering the natural fear he had been shown by almost everyone here. "Kuaahaahaahaa, this town's bartenders have balls!" he said, moving his head from his hands and leaning back on the barstool. "Gimme a pitcher like I asked and we'll see about your door."
Begrudgingly, the bartender reached under the counter, filled a pitcher from a tap and slammed it on the bar. Saul smiled at him, grabbed the drink and began chugging it. After about a minute of drinking, he slammed the empty container on back on the bar, wiped his mouth and slipped off the barseat. He turned around, pockets his hands and walked towards the door. "Stop right fucking there." said a voice behind him, prompting Saul to glance over his shoulder. It was the bartender, holding a very large gun at Saul. "What the.." the giant muttered.
"After the last incident, I brought is out and put it under the counter. I can only assume that you were the "gigantic monster" that my brother is rambling about deliriously in the hospital." replied the bartender, walking around the counter towards Saul. Saul, deciding this was stupid, turned around and walked towards the place where the door should have been.
Suddenly, a loud BANG rang out from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet hit Saul in the back of the head. He froze, and teetered forward, as if he was about to fall. The air was silent, achingly so as the events seemed to take place in slow motion. Saul's hands twitched, and his glasses, knocked loose by the shot, hung on the end of his nose, barely covering his eyes. His mouth was gaping, and smoke was coming from the back of his head. He leaned more and more forward, when suddenly, a small "plink" of metal hitting wood was heard. It was the bullet, landing on the wooden floor of the bar.
"What. The. Fuck." said Saul, stepping out of his fall and pivoting in his hind foot. His entire body had been firmed with busoshoku haki since he had arrive, and the bullet had not penetrated his outer spiritual armor. The bullet had not even touched his skin. "What. The. Fuck." he said again, taking another step towards the bartender. The bartender had lowered the gun, and his eyes had gone wide. In all his experience with men, even giants, when a bullet hit their head, they stopped working. No matter what. "WHAT. THE. FUCK." roared Saul, reaching the bartender with a third step, grabbing the gun so he could tear it in half. He threw the two pieces out the windows, resulting in a loud crash that sent glass everywhere. Saul's eyes closed as his finger pushed up his sunglasses, hiding them from view once more. As the tiny pieces of glass flew in all directions, he pointed both his index fingers at them and shot out two yellow lasers, which reflected perfectly off of every single piece of glass, bouncing around and suspending each one until they flew back into the bar, meeting each other directly in front of the bartender's face. The lasers kept the glass in place, and when they met with each other, stopped. The bartender was staring now at two laser beams meeting perfectly with one another, reflected off millions of pieces of glass. With one minor movement of his fingers, Saul moved the lasers so that they met in a triangular point, which drove itself inbetweens the man's eyes, separating his brain into two parts. He had no time to react, stuck in awe of the move itself. His corpse fell, blood going all over the floor. Saul turned and walked out, ignoring the horrified screams of all the people in the bar.
For the first time since he got it, he noticed the Den Den Mushi was yelling about shots fired in "The Cove" where they were now sending 100 marines to intercept "The Crimson Captain" and his "Shining Demon accomplice". Saul clicked his tongue, very irritated that the first person he had let live would do specifically what he had said not to do. This was why Saul hated everybody. "Captain!" he said, flicking the snail off his shoulder and sending it god-knows-where. "We got a hundred marines inbound, let's get off this bummer of a rock before it becomes annoying."
Aiden hit the ground. Son of a bitch! Why is nothing working on you damnit? The words of the captain digging into his head making him feel weak and childish in strength compared to this man, the thoughts slowly making him lose himself. hahaha, to think i would be humiliated so badly. I can't get over this feeling... Aiden said out loud as he raised his head up and looked at the sky as a wide smile creeped onto his face. Of excitement! He said louder as his eyes shot open. He was losing himself in this battle, though it wasnt meant to be a serious fight he couldnt seem to hold himself back. His gravity started acting up causing his entire bubble to cause increasing amount of gravity to pile up as boxes shattered against the ground and a nearby stand collapsed. Then seemingly as fast as it came the gravity stopped all together and dropped to zero, the splinters of the boxes and the stand floating into the air along with aiden. Aiden head snapped up towards the sky as he yelled. YESSS!!! This is what i live for! The chance to meet people that can make me push myself beyond the power of normality. But as he finished his sentence the captains right hand came out of the bar and yelled something but aiden was too lost and the words didnt reach his ears. Grrrr... Theres no way i can take both on at the same time, what is it he wants? Aiden thought to himself as he swept his hand forward sending some wooden splinters towards the captain and continued to float about 3 feet off the ground. Is this not enough?! Would i not be able to help you on your journey? What will it take for you to acknowledge me as strong?
Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Jan 16, 2013 2:07:10 GMT
Son of a bitch! Why is nothing working on you damnit? Rogan was nearly ready to laugh, not to make fun of Aiden's frustration but at the fact that he didn't take heed to the last words he said. He slightly shook his head as the man on the ground went on. "hahaha, to think i would be humiliated so badly. I can't get over this feeling... Of excitement!" Aiden's eyes snapped open, a huge fluctuation of gravity occurred, Rogan felt the great weight just for a moment then it reduced back down to nothing, Rogan felt weightless. He would begin to float just as Aiden did.
"YESSS!!! This is what i live for! The chance to meet people that can make me push myself beyond the power of normality."
"If these moments are what you live for... Interesting." Rogan thought to himself contemplating something very particular about that response. There was a mix of respect that Aiden was one who truly hungered for something greater, and yet again he felt unsure that his standard for exciting was in a moment that seemed basic and simple to him. Even in his contemplation a full genuine smile came to his face.
"Captain!" Saul said emerging from the bar, he noticed that his first mate seemed to have been up to more mischief, creating even more of a ruckus than they had earlier. "We got a hundred marines inbound, let's get off this bummer of a rock before it becomes annoying." Of course there were marines, ready to mark the debut of the Crimson crew. Rogan merely nodded towards Saul in response.
"Sweeping your arm to swipe splinters at me, eh?" Rogan said, a second before Aiden made the action. As he actually did it Rogan just raised his legs a bit to avoid them. Of course Aiden would finally notice something about the Crimson Captain; he was no ordinary sailor, but a man with an apparent talent for premonition.
"Is this not enough?! Would i not be able to help you on your journey? What will it take for you to acknowledge me as strong?"
"I don't acknowledge you as strong because you have yet to prove ability to be considered strength." His gaze returned focus on the gravity-fruit user, "But I never said you needed to be strong to join my crew." He chose not to explain what he meant by that for the moment, it would wait until less pressing times. The captain simply nodded to Aiden with finality as he spoke his next sentence "You mentioned something about a sword? I suggest we go get it quickly so we can deal with the marines at the docks instead of being chased through the street." A slight pause came then he spoke once more "Alright, relinquish your gravity, we only have so much time before the coming fight finds us prematurely. This is a captains order!" Rogan yelled but he held his smile, it seemed he was more excited about Aiden's arrival than he revealed before.
Moaning at the realization the fellow was indeed coming with them, Saul shook his head and said, "Hey, you with the bubble!" to Aiden, crossing his arms. "I have something I may ask you to do. When I ask, do it. Got it?"
The question was rhetorical, and Saul reached for his shuriken and removed it from the carrying case on his back. "Meet ya' at the ship, boss." the gigantic fellow said, vanishing in a flash.
At the realization that the captain had just accepted him into his crew a smile burst to his face as he released his gravity and began to laugh. Hahaha damn, you need to give me a chance at that again some time, ill find out the trick behind how you can read my mind or whatever it was you were doing. But back to business, my sword is in my hotel room right by the docks. I can meet you at your ship after i grab my stuff or you can come with me, its up to you captain. As he finished he heard saul. Don't worry, i know my place and i have no intention of not obeying my superiors. He said to the man as he disappeared. Aiden turned back to the captain and flashed a smile. If your coming with its this way otherwise ill see you at the ship. Aiden called to him as he turned and crouched and sprung into a sprint, racing to his room.
Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Jan 16, 2013 3:54:15 GMT
It didn't look as if Rogan would be quite needed to shadow Aiden as he went but he did slowly follow him. Yes they were in a hurry but it wasn't in such a way that there was real immediate danger. The Crimson Captain casually strolled, seeing his new member go into the hotel he was staying in. "I'll just make sure I am walking by the building as he comes out, I think I want to give this guy a little demonstration of sorts, haha." A slight smirk would grace his lips, "Maybe I'll show him a level of power that he won't soon forget."
With each passing step he slightly quickened pace, by the way Aiden hurried in it was likely he would be bolting out of the place before seeing Rogan so he would prefer to show up a little sooner and make his presence quite obvious. His right hand once again lazily rested on his shoulder hilt. He had yet to use his blade properly since he got it but his whole stature gave a little hint that he was just itching to bust it out in full splendor.
He made it to the outside of the hotel quicker than he expected, yawning as he would wait for the man in question; his new crewmate Aiden. "Let's hope he doesn't take all day, it wouldn't be fun if Saul gets to them first, or safe for that matter."
Saul's disappearing act had taken him to his room in the Daughter, where he was removing his new weapon and his coat. He hung it neatly on a hook in his room, brushing off some of the dust that had come from his recent scuffles. His room was spotless, and could be called an example of perfect cleanliness. There was not a spot nor speck that wasn't supposed to be there. Saul adjusted the straps of his shuriken's case which sat on his back, making them fit more appropriately then they had. He had to make them as big as possible, since they were made for a smaller sort of person, but it fit in the end. He slung it over his shoulders, returning the weapon to it's holster, and sighed with satisfaction before glancing out his single porthole window at the sun. "They'll be here soon.." he told himself, speaking of the marine force inbound. He turned, and walked to the door. It was then that he spied a small beetle crawling up his wall, living it's life to the fullest in this strange new land of flat wood and odd angles. He pondered the beetle, wondering how long it had been on his ship. As he passed by the section of the wall that it was on, he placed his fingertips around it, keeping his hand from touching. Some light began to gather, and he focused it to create a very intense "point" of light right on the bug. It was suddenly disintegrated by the incredible heat made by the focus. Behind the bug, the wall remained unharmed. Saul couldn't help but smile at the foreshadowing he had made before he exited.
Emerging atop the ships deck, he saw that new kid running down the street, and his captain walking a distance behind him down the street. No marines, yet. Saul glanced up to the crows nest, crouched and then jumped, soaring through the air and landing perfectly with a light "tap" of his shoes on the wood. He placed his hands on the edge of the bucket and began watching for the arrival of the impending force, like an eagle spotting for it's prey. It was not long before the thunderous footsteps approached, and marines began pouring towards the docks from every street. There was one officer leading the entire group, and beside him was a very familiar looking man. He looked around, and then upwards where he locked eyes with the giant atop the mast. Saul stared at him through his glasses, watching the color drain from his face and be replaced by horror as he raised and pointed one trembling finger towards him. It was the man who Saul had let live, a mistake his was not about to make again.
The officer followed his finger, seeing Saul as well. Due the distance between them, the officer thought he was staring at him, not the man who lived. Taking it as a challenge, he raised his hand and called out, "All marines, at the ready!" causing his men to halt and listen. "Take aim at my mark!" he continued, pointing to the ship that Saul stood on. The giant didn't move as the guns all pointed at his ship, taking careful aim. Some marines crouched, others stood, but all one-hundred guns faced the Captain's Daughter. Saul's hands clenched the side of the nest as he watched every single movement carefully. He knew his captain wouldn't interfere if Saul didn't ask, so he didn't. In fact, Saul barely moved at all. He looked incredibly focused, but if he did not do something soon then the whole ship would be sunk right there in the docks of Loguetown. "E Ready..." said the officer, holding his hand in the air. Suddenly, he dropped it, yelling "FIRE!" with all of his might. The sound of one-hundred guns going off all at once was something to behold, and Saul appreciated the flash of gunpowder that sent each bullet at his ship in slow-motion. He watched as they got closer, and closer, smoke now pouring out of the barrels as the metal spheres flew through the air. Suddenly, Saul released his death grip of the wood and extended his palms forward firmly, just as the first bullet was about to strike the ship. There was a loud sound of rushing air, and the sound of bullets hitting something. Saul had released a shield of Busoshoku Haki, covering his ship and saving it from the onslaught of metal. There was not a scratch on the Daughter as bullets bounced harmlessly off the shield, flying every which way. Saul sighed, and lowered his hands. His timing had been perfect, thankfully. Too early and he wouldn't have been able to sustain the shield. Too late, and the Daughter would have been Swiss cheese.
Saul liked very few things. He did like some things, but they were limited in number. One of his favorite things was the Daughter, a ship he felt was going to conquer the seas. He was incapable of love, but if he could love then the Daughter would be his girl for life. The fact that someone would threatened her like that really did not sit well with him at all. His rage almost boiled over, and anyone could see that there was a significant amount of light collecting around his body, something that occurred when he actually became more then angry. "Hey Rogan!" he roared over the crowd of silent, terrified men. "I'll make you a deal." Saul pointed at the officer who had commanded the fire upon the daughter. "If you can get to him first, I'll play chess with you once, and buy you drinks for a month."
The deal was odd, considering the fact that they were in the middle of what had became combat. Just as Saul offered the bet to his captain, his keen eyes caught sight of a marine reloading his gun and taking aim at his ship. "I'll get you before that can happen, bastard!" he said boldly, looking down the sights at Saul. His finger pressed to the trigger, and just as the shot was fired, Saul drew back his hand and thrust out an open palm, sending a physical hand of light flying back at the marine much faster then his bullet. It vaporized the bullet and his barrel, flying down the length of the gun right into his face, where it dissipated into nothingness. The marine was sent flying back into the crowd, where his friends caught him in their arms. As the smoke cleared from is face, it revealed a black hand-print burned three inches into his skull. His facial features were mostly gone. When they saw this, the two marines who caught him screamed, dropping the corpse onto the ground. His gun was a pile of metal and ash, with most of the metal being melted by the heat emitted from the attack.
Saul made a fist, which became covered in light. He held that hand over his head, and projected the light just over him. Another hand formed, but this one was much larger. Saul snapped his fingers, and the palm disappeared, coming into view 10 feet away to Saul's right from the marine who Saul had seen earlier, and let live. He swiped to the left, sending the open palm flying towards him. It hit him with a "smack", lifting him off his feet and sending him flying towards the hotel where Rogan stood. Outside by now was also the new kid, Corvo. "Corvo!" he said, pointing to the man who had just been slapped into the wall of the hotel. "Keep him in place, don't let that coward run anywhere. Keep him alive though!"
Aiden was in his room grabbing everything and stuffing it into his bag. He was not prepared for a sudden leave so he had to move fast if he wanted everything. He threw the bag on his back and grabbed his sword which he then unsheathed half way and looked at the blade quickly admiring it as he ran out the door. As aiden turned the corner he saw his captain and hear gunfire. Looking around he saw the army of marines all facing one ship. So thats his ship huh? I could definitely get used to that. Aiden thought to himself as a smile started to grow on his face but just then screams erupted out of the army. By the time aiden looked over some man was sent flying his way and saul's booming voice was heard. Hahaha shit, looks like your one unlucky bastard, i wouldnt wanna be caught on the other end of that behemoth. Aiden voiced his thoughts towards the marine that was moaning on the ground as he walked up and pushed him next to the building with a little kick. Aiden turned to his new captain, So it begins? The question hung in the air as aiden began to grin. Perhaps ill get to see what your really made of, wouldn't mind seeing that. Especially after that beating you gave me earlier. Aiden said, adding the last part with a slight frown. As he finished he heard some men shouting and turned to see a group of around 10 people running their way. Damn, must have seen us when saul yelled to us. Aiden thought as he turned and hopped up onto the overhang of the hotel. He turned and set his sword on his shoulder crouching at the edge of the overhang, waiting for his chance.
At the sound of gunfire, Lena Levine cracked open an eye. She had been lounging in the sun on a rooftop, peacefully enjoying the heat-filled air, when the sound slammed into her like a ton of bricks. Shuddering, she pushed herself into a standing position and looked towards the direction of the sound. What a nuisance, she thought, pursing her lips. But I wonder... With ease, she hopped down from the rooftop and made her way towards the ruckus, her expression blank. Few people littered the streets, but she didn't care for being seen - not at the moment. She had been in the town for longer than she liked, so she was needing a new destination. Whenever eyes did flicker towards her, she cast a menacing glance their way and kept walking.
Soon she came to the cause of the noise. A large group of marines were facing a ship - Lena didn't care to assess the situation any more. Taking even breaths, she slipped out of her hiding place behind a nearby building and slunk towards the dock. There were a few ships anchored, but one stood out above the rest. Finally a boat I can sail on without the risk of being held captive... Too many of the ships visiting the town were marine ships, and Lena couldn't exactly waltz onto one of those. Not that I couldn't easily go undetected... The idea, while tempting, was too risky - she didn't want to spend a good portion of her life captive in some prison full of pirates.
The floorboards remained silent as she came closer to the ship. Her haki picked up the presence of a man aboard - a rather large man. This did not dissuade her, nor did the marine group looking in her direction. She kept to the shadow cast from the ship and made her way towards the front edge of the ship. Glancing at the saltwater lapping the dock, she hesitated. It's alright, Lena. The swish of water as she dived in couldn't be heard over the chaos on land. Very slowly, she came to the other side of the ship, the one facing towards the ocean. She gripped the edge of the ship and managed to ungracefully pull herself out of the water by using the tiny notches made by the boards. Exhaling sharply, she soon gained her footing and began her unsteady climb towards the deck.
When she reached the top, she pulled herself over, almost falling over in the process. Lena allowed herself a moment to regain her composure by sitting against the outer wall of the deck. Breathe, she commanded herself, her heart hammering in her chest. Normally such physical tasks wouldn't be too difficult, but the fact that she was dripping wet and could have potentially fall and drown was always something that affected her. She rose, being careful not to stir the man in the crows' nest's attention. Making her way to the door to the inside of the ship, she slipped inside, a few, tiny puddles of water the only evidence she was ever there. The water would evaporate soon enough from the sun's blaring rays. Lena wasn't worried.