Destroyers at Sea Chapter One: The Conquest for a Sword

Not having a moment to spare, Kh'Ryll forced his body to sprint towards the glass case where his Hebi Rope Dart was located and smashed it open after muttering an apology to Hebi. Hebi however was too happy and thrilled that his friend was saved and hissed in a content manner as Kh'Ryll picked up his mate while he reached for the standard Tribal Rope Dart on the desk.

Armed with both his weapons with whom he had practiced a long time to use it to a certain proficiency degree, he turned to face the marines who figured it'd be best for them to ignore the strong warrior and take care of the wounded slave instead.

Kh'Ryll held the darts by their base and in a smooth continueing circular motion he wrapped their ropes around his sore lowerarms and stood to face the marines. Although three of them would surely prove too much for Kh'Ryll to handle, especially while wounded, he had no intention to die at their hands and fueled by the adrenaline of being freed and this vengeful rage burning him up from the inside, he stood in battling pose, awaiting their attack.

Which followed shortly, giving Kh'Ryll little time to rest, which was probably for the best considering every moment he waited he felt the burning pain shoot through his body more and more. Once the most impatient marine was within Short Thrust Throw - distance, Kh'Ryll threw the Tribal Rope Dart from a flick of his wrist and aimed for the marine's throat. Unable to use both Rope Darts simultaneously, Kh'Ryll was forced to wait until he had thrown the first Rope Dart before thrusting the life Hebi Rope Dart at the marine, following up his original attack.

The Hebi Rope Dart had a mind and soul of its own and fuming with rage it assaulted the Marine with increased speed and while spiralling towards his torso, Hebi changed its course at the last moment and went for the man's throat from the side. Hebi slashed open the man's throat as blood gushed from his wound and the man collapsed clutching his throat while the normal Tribal Rope Dart pierced the man's clutching hands 'causing even more pain for the Marine before his inevitable demise. The 2 other Marines halted abruptly as they saw their comrade die such a horrible death, Kh'Ryll pulled back Hebi's body but he resisted the order and swooshed in the direction of the most left Marine, inches above the floor before suddenly moving upwards and hovering in front of the panicking Marine's face, the Marine turned around to run away but before he had a chance to, Hebi had pierced himself inbetween the man's spine and neck, killing him
instantly, he was dead before he hit the floor.

The last Marine, in panic and rage, had ignored Hebi who was occupied with the other Marine and launched himself at Kh'Ryll who had barely enough time to retract his normal Tribal Rope Dart and hitting the man with the flat of the dart on the back of his head. He stumbled forward and Kh'Ryll swiftly used his momentum to turn him around and placing his neck in an armlock and promptly broke it.

After growling victoriously, he stood there...not fully realizing what just had happened here in the last minutes but as
a man entered while Kh'Ryll was standing there, Kh'Ryll could only answer:

" Don't know the way out, but bust through a window if necessary. I'll help you carry. "

He crouched down on his aching knees and hoisted the last warrior on his shoulders and followed the unknown man outside.

Cat broke through the window nearest to him, having both bodies in his possession he realized just how important his role was, he leaped outside and forgot they were on the second story at the time, atleast there was a sort of slope on the edge of the Mansion, Cat stepped on it and ran downwards unable to stop his momentum from jumping. After reaching the edge Cat dropped towards the ground, landing on his legs with the weight of both his comrades and his own.. his legs refused to move after that. Cat thought that after all of this he would end up killed in a reaking mansion, his dream was to become a legend , not to Die unknowingly beside a mansion. Cat not bring able to move dropped on his knees and fell forward, He tried to drag his comrades body a few feet while dragging himself, but it proved too much for him.

Soon after Cat's window jumping stunt a crowd began to form around the three men laying on the ground. It was a massive mob that consisted of nearly the entire town. They carried a variety of weapons such as; pitchforks, torches, hammers, a few swords, and a small collection of gun in various sizes and types. What were they going to do, why was there a mob of people at the mansion. Could they have come to attack the crew and put an end to their rampaging through the town. The crowd of people were loud and some of them were screaming, the ones from the back were pushing to get to the front as the ones in front pushed to keep those in the back, in the back.

Like always, Iken seemed to be there when it seem the most grim. Iken had woken up and made it up to his feet to stare down the mob of villagers. Pulling his sword from the sheath Iken stammered over the sheer number of people that had shown up. If there was this many of them, then why in the hell didn't they over throw Weasel long before this. As Iken stood there his knees began to shake under his weight, he was in no condition to move little lone fight back.

"You shall not pass!" Iken exclaimed as the wind blew his hair epicly.

The crowd almost went silent at the mans stood up, they obviously didn't expect him to react in such a way. All of the sudden someone from with in the crowd made their way to Iken. It was the woman with the shotgun they had met earlier. As he moved towards Iken she drew her gun back, an instant later she slammed the butt of the gun into his face. Iken fell face first into the side of the mansion hitting it with a thud. The woman looked at him then to Cat, the one that had peeped on her before.

"Idiots we're not here to hurt you, we're here to help you. However it seems you were the ones who ended up saving us. Now for saving our village we'll keep you safe until you heal, even from the marines. We have certainly hand enough of the marines of recent so that wont be a problem. Now it wouldn't be all that bad to have such cute looking boys as yourselves around for a little longer." said the woman with a slight chuckle.

Kh'Ryll waited at the window until Cat made it to the foot of the mansion and then proceeded to mimic Cat but failing hard in his run to the bottom of the slope. He tripped in the dirt and fell thumbling down headfirst for a short distance, but it did the trick. He was conscious but unable to lift his body from the ground. In his hands he still held the Darts tightly while the ropes around his underarm were loosened, he wasn't sure yet whose side the crowd was on and he'd be damned if he'd let himself get captured again. He'd die a warrior before that happened.

Glaring at the crowd, Kh'Ryll looked over at the man that he was carrying and hoped he didn't break any bones from their thumble. Kh'Ryll tried to push himself up on his knees and hands but was unable to, but his Hebi was suprisingly silent as his split tongue slithered out from the viperhead-buttend of the Hebi Rope Dart after moving its body closer to Kh'Ryll and planted his head on Kh'Ryll's shoulder. It didn't seem a protective action but more of a soothing, happy action. Either Hebi was excited to be reunited with his friend or he tried to make Kh'Ryll understand that these people meant no harm.

After the woman hit the only one of his saviors that was conscious with her blunderbuss ( As Kh'Ryll calls it ), he growled savagely and scraped upwards before he heard her words. Finally convinced of the crowd's good intentions, he couldn't help but get a huge smile on his face as he laid there half-sprawled on the ground.

He was finally a free man once again.

Cat watched the snake/rope Dart have a mind of its own, how it could listen to the tribe man and not anyone else was beyond him, but they seemed well connected. Cat was surprised at how strong the tribal man was to be able to fight after all this. Cat was then dragged by another women, and was sent towards another Home that was close by, after closely looking at her face he noticed it was the same doctor that had saved him before, she had a few other men take a look at Thor. She took Iken, Emilio, Cat, and Thor to her home to have them tested and healed.

Cat woke-up, having two planks on his legs to hold them up straight and bandages throughout his body. He was badly wounded, the second he attempted to move the lady appeared out of nowhere holding a Bat. She glared at Cat very intently. "If i see you even ATTEMPTING to walk with those wounds and the hurt legs i WILL knock you on your head.. understand?" Cat nodded with fear, he was already hurt.. the only part that wasnt severely wounded was his skull.. something she could easily break at this point. Noticing Iken in the room as well Cat was about to talk but the lady stopped him.

"Thor had a bullet stuck inside him, moving around as much as he did made a bit of damage, Emilio was simply in the side effects of an Andidote for a poison, he will be alright. Iken, he had several ribs broken and a severed skull.. both of you were put under pain medication and are proccessing well. Although your bodies will be feeling pain for quite awhile these medicines and chemicals are specifically made to speed up the process of healing. SO within a few days both you and Iken will be moving normally... however the effects only work once in your entire life, since the chemical is actually a bacteria that attacks your body. After this incident both your bodies will be immune to the same bacteria that saved your lives." she stood up and walked over too Iken, injecting another dose of the bacteria and leaving the room, Cat was laying down in bed trying to have everything she said stay in his mind... but barely anything did. All he could remember from what she said is that Iken and him were in the room because they were very hurt, and Emilio and Thor got lucky and were walking around... they must've done exceptionally well in the battle to have both survived without permanent damage. Back in teh mansion Cat thought the Mob was going to kill them, but ended up helping them instead.. this seemed to be a very touching moment to Cat, after thinking it over he looked left and noticed a very beautifull site... a Sandwich was just inches away from his reach, taunting him.. Cat attempted to grab it but couldnt make it, after trying to stretch himself a loud crack was heard from his shoulder. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!" the scream echoed in the mansion.

"Why did the sandwich have to tempt me T.T" Cat was showing Anime tears rolling from his face to his chin. This was a very painful experience since the bacteria had been rebuilding his shoulder but was brittle at the time, once he moved he Broke it again. "Why Sandwich.. WHY?!"

With the nightmare of the mansion behind him, Emillio could finally have some self-damaging fun. With 3 fifths of his crew hospitalized after the battle, Emillio was pretty lonely. All of the company he had was the people who apparently saved his crew, and another guy who was saved with them. Emillio had no idea where did this guy come from, or why was he in a need for saving, but he seemed like a special case that Emillio should meet before leaving the island.

The foreigner and the tribesman knew each other only by name, and only got to talk to each other in the few minutes after Emillio woke up. The women who treated Emillio said he was good to go and so him and the tribesman, who was apparently named Kh'Ryll, headed for the closest bar, which was comfortably only a singe block away.

"Here are the rules my friend!" Emillio said as he set down next to a table at the bar. He placed two black bottles with a label that read 'CAUTION: HOT' on the table, one for himself, and one for Kh'Ryll. "We each drink up, no water, no breaks, last one standing wins" Emillio said, reaching his hand for a hand shake. This contest was no ordinary contest, it was a El Espaninto-style drinking contest. Back in Emillio's home island, men competed against each other by seeing who could drink as much Tabasco sauce as possible without any water. The crowd in the bar was getting excited by the sight of the unusual contest and they turned their looks to see if Kh'Ryll would accept the foreigner's challenge.

Iken slowly woke up to a hospital room, he and the crew had been treated by the people. He watched as a woman spoke to Cat, and then gave him some type of injection. She also mentioned something about a bacteria that seemed to almost magically heal them. Iken lowered his head as she said it would only work once in their lives since it was bacterial based. This actually made Iken wonder if they could engineer it into a virus so it would be more effective and used over an over again. However he had no way of actually doing anything about it, he didn't have the necessary knowledge to.

As the woman left the room Iken heard a crack, looking to see what it was he seen Cat twitching and tears running down his face. It seemed that Cat's overwhelming hunger to had caused him to reach for a sandwich only to re-break some bone or another. This made Iken somewhat snicker at the weakened swordsman. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Iken was surprised that his rips were healed to such an extent. However he could also tell they were rather brittle at the point. With the bandage wrapped around his midsection Iken stood up.

Iken walked over the the sandwich and ate it all in one big gulp right in front of Cat who was reaching for it the whole time. With a small playful smile, Iken looked at Cat like whoops. After laughing for a bit at Cat's reaction Iken handed him the second sandwich, which was sitting just out of his view. Iken was sure Cat would devour the sandwich in no time, however he made his way into the hallway before that happened. Moving down the hall Iken began to search for the rest of his crew.

Cat watched Iken eat his sandwich and fell into despair, but after finishing his sandwich he helped Cat with his, pulling it closer towards Cat he left the sandwich closer to him for him to be able to grab it. The second Sandwich was finally in Cats favor. The second it came within reach Cat shoved the sandwich in his mouth with one big gulp with his good hand. Cat was already in pain, but surprisingly deep inside his body the Bacteria were already rebuilding his Bones, they were less brittle, but brittle none the less. Cat attempted to get up once more and attempt to sneak out behind Iken, but the second Cat touched the ground he felt a very Evil Omen in the air, looking over at the Door connecting to the room he saw an eye, glaring directly at Cat. He recognized them as the ladies eyes, the doctor with Long Pink Hair and square small glasses. She seemed to pierce through Cats soul with those eyes, the second he touched the ground.. he was scared she would kill him. Cat thought he was imagining things and put both his feet on the ground, Suddenly a big Hole was seen on teh side of the wall, a Bat caused the 5 foot hole in the wall.. Cat new because behind the wall was the Lady with a very big Bat... Cat was not going anywhere for a very long time.

"Hehe.. the next time i see you try to get up from the Bed ill break both your legs and tie them up to the bed.. you got that?" Cat was scared and Nodded hysterically at the women, in the blink of an eye Cat was back in bed with the cover on top of him, he was almost like a child but with a scared face instead of an innocent one. Cat opened his mouth towards teh women regarding Iken, "How come HE can walk around and i can't?" She looked at Cat with Evil eyes, asif scorning him for asking such a question to a doctor. "HE doesnt have broken legs now does he?.. *sigh* il be taking care of you for the next few days, so stay here and relax.. if you dont.. i'll kill you.." She wasnt actually going to kill Cat, but it seemed like the threatening approach was the only way to help Cat take care of his own body, since he didnt look like the type that would care of something broke in his body and ended up damaging it. The doctor remembered that Cat himself didnt get good enough treatment the day she found him, she bandaged him up and gave him painkillers.. which seemed like a good idea to save her village.. but it was not good for Cat, she stayed beside him to make sure she attoned for her selfishness. She will make sure Cat got better.. no matter what.

Iken couldn't help but laugh, a laugh the filled the hallway when he heard the woman speak to Cat. It seemed her overwhelming guilt was causing her to be overly protective of Cat and his injuries. At this point she was exactly what he needed, even Iken could see that. Iken wondered what happened after he was knocked out by the shot gun wielding woman. Searching his belonging, Iken found that nothing was missing, not even a single cent was taken. This village was so nice, they reminded him of the Steel Village. With a sigh Iken leaned again the hallway wall and spoke to himself.

"I wonder if I'll ever see any of them again...that's if any are still alive." Iken said looking down.

Thor woke up in the hospital room, and yawned. He was still in pain, but not as much. He then looked around, realizing he was somewhere else then where he passed out and began to wonder how he got there. He looked around, and didn't see anyone of his crew mates, and hoped he hadn't been captured. Slowly getting up, he began walking towards the door.

"Cat, Emilio, Iken?" He yelled "Anyone here?"

Iken heard Thor calling for the crew, so he walked towards his voice. By the time Iken reached him he was out of his bed and had walked out into the hallway. Iken put his hand on Thor's should and looked him in the eye. After giving Thor a big reassuring smile Iken began to speak.

"Well the mission was successful for the most part. Everyone seems to be alive for now and we obtained a the weapon. So all in all I think we did pretty good. Although yourself and Emillio didn't seemed to take as much damage as Cat and myself. Hehe, you two certainly got the weaker enemies." Iken said almost gloating that his opponent was stronger.

Cat heard the sound of his crew mates coming from the hallway, he could hear their voices echoing from the halls, they were near enough to hear him as well. Cat had a great idea, if he could somehow fool Thor into thinking he was in danger he would come into the room and help him leave the place, Cat wanted to walk around since it was his instinct to do so. He also wanted to train with his new sword ignoring the state he was in. If Thor thought he was being kidnapped he would undoubtedly try to 'save' him from the evil doctor, Cat took his chance when she went into the bathroom. "GUYS HELP ME!! theres an Evil doctor in here trying to KILL ME!! I am NOT lying what so ever!! hurry take me outside so i can Trai.. i mean Hurry and put me outside so i can escape from her evil clutches!!" Cat outdid himself this time he was sure his Captain would fall for his Lie, and the lady would not be able to stop him from getting Cat and leaving with him, a small smirk was seen across Cats face. His plan seemed geneus to him.. he was chuckling trying his best not to laugh.

Iken sighed as he heard Cat's desperate attempt to escape the woman by pretending he was kidnapped. Looking back to the room he had come out of Iken was wondering how an adult could be so lacking in the ability to take care themselves. Cat was fun to be around sometimes, however at times like this he was just plain annoying. Putting his hand on Thor encase he believed Cat's insanity Iken began to explain.

"Don't worry about him, he just an idiot that wants to overextend himself out of boredom. Believe me he's in the best hands at this point, so we should just leave him there for now." Iken said sounding somewhat annoyed.

Thor saw Iken and nodded, so they were safe. Thor began to walk with Iken till he heard a loud voice, Cat's to be exact. Then Iken told him not to worry about it, which Thor wasn't. The voice sounded very acted and such anyway, so Thor just ignored it. Then Thor remembered something. The long armed man that he had freed, where was he?? Thor looked around and then at Iken

"Iken, where is the guy with the long arms?" he asked

Iken looked at Thor with a rather strange look on his face. He had no idea what the hell he was talking about. A man with long arms, where would one of them have come from, did Thor wake up before him or something? What was this all about, Iken truly didn't have a clue that the crew had met a man of the long arm tribe during their mission.

"Who? I know of no long arm man." Iken said pretty confused.

The women stepped out of the bathroom with the bat, she stared angrily at Cat. He had tried to fool his Nakama into making him walk, putting more damage into his body. She thought of how the plan might've worked, was he really that desperate to leave? she was going to show him just how weak he was. Taking her Bat she incehd it closer to his legs, Cats face was by now Tearing. "Dont.. dont touch my leg.. what are you going to do there? Wait WAIT!." Her bat poked his Leg right on the shin, the part that obviously broke apart last time. Cat felt teh paing rush through his body. "AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!" The doctor stood up straight and sat back down on her chair. She was now glaring at Cat to make sure he wouldnt move, he was laying down with a sobering face. He was indeed in pain and was afraid to rub his shin with his arms since he was not supposed to be moving. The doctor spoke to him while he was in pain. "The next time i wont just poke it with the bat, ill break it off.." Cat got so scared of the women he stood absolutely still, making sure he was no problem for the rest of the day.

"A..Alright.. ill do as you ask.." Cat was now making sure not to move his legs, and the lady was right next to him smiling. "Well you just saved yourself a whole bunch of troube hehe" She giggled and left to bring back some snacks, Cat was not going to move out of fear.

Kh'Ryll gratefully thanked the doctor for taking care of him after he woke up with only minor aching over his body, he remembered the state the warriors who rescued him were in when he was carrying them outside along with the one warrior who was still able to walk, and even carry two of the men outside. He felt pathetic for having felt so desperate, broken and weak after only being pummeled. Eventhough it was on a daily basis for longer than he could remember, he still felt like a weakling.

He spoke to one of the warriors, the only one who was in the same room as him but they were both too drowzy at the time to hold a proper conversation so it mainly kept to trading names. After having shaken off the drowzyness from the medication he was good to go, he asked the doctor where the bar was located. He had plenty of reasons to drink now and he wasn't about to let this chance pass by. He picked up his belongings, his Tribal Rope Dart / Hebi Rope Dart and even his forgotten javelins. Everything was here, once again he thanked the doctor and then took off towards the bar after inviting Emilio, which was the warrior's name, to accompany him.

Entering the exhillerated bar where a great deal of people were celebrating, he sat down at a table and ordered several dishes that were on the menu before Emilio sat down and explained him the rules to a weird drinking game. Kh'Ryll read the label on the bottles, barely, and then proceeded to cautiously touch it with his finger to see if it was really " Hot ", since he thought the label spoke literal word. Having assured himself that the drink wasn't scorching hot, he shook Emilio's hand and picked up the mysterious bottle.

" Ready when you are. " The tribesman cheerfully replied.

"I'll lead the way" Emillio said to the weird tribesman. It was weird, the guy didn't even seem to care about what he was drinking, almost as if he didn't even know what it was. 'This should be fun... unless he does know what he's drinking...' Emillio thought. He never assumed that Kh'Ryll might have been a fan of spices as well, maybe he could even challenge the foreigner's taste glands of steel.

Soon Emillio threw these thoughts away. It was a friendly drinking contest, nothing to get worried about, it should be fun whether he would win or lose. "Cheers" He said before lifting the dark bottle and pining it to his mouth. With a few long sips, the bottle was emptied. Emillio, who just drank an entire bottle of spicy tabasco, showed no signs of regret except for a loud burp that followed the sound of an empty bottle being lowered to the wooden table. "Your turn" He said with a smile, as the familiar sensation of fire in his mouth climbed to his brain.

After seeing the man drink the contents of the bottle with such ease, Kh'Ryll was completely caught unaware when he gulped down the liquid and then looked at Emilion with a dumb, proud look on his face.

Until it got hot ... hotter....scorching...flaming spicy, jalapeño pepper, inferno chilli-burn-my-tongue-to-a-crisp hot in his mouth and throat.

At first Kh'Ryll's eyes started to tear and he put a face as if he just ate a lemon whole, then he proceeded to spit to his left to try and clear his throat, which unfortunately landed on a pissdrunk boar of a man.

" OI, WHAT...THE...HELL... DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? " The man said as he raised his hand to touch the flem in his hair.

" Fucking savage, didn't they teach you any manners while you were a "visitor" in that mansion? "
The man spoke cruel and heartless words but Kh'Ryll was too busy swiping people's drinks off their table and pouring them down his throat. It didn't take long until there was a group of 4-5 drunk men staring Kh'Ryll down angrily, with the boarman as chief dumbass they were ready for a brawl.

Emillio couldn't help but smile at Kh'Ryll's reaction to the tabasco. "Ahh, first time is the best..." He said, remembering the old days, when he competed in tabasco drinking contests to get some change and food. His smile didn't wore off even when Kh'Ryll spat on a huge man that was sitting next to the pair, in fact, his smile grew wider. That was Emillio's style, laugh at the face of both death and stupidity, including whatever was in between.

Soon enough, Kh'Ryll got himself a crowd of pissed off drunk-heads, raging at his drinking frenzy, he'll have one hell of a headache in the morning!
Even though watching seemed like fun, Emillio was the one to get Kh'Ryll into this mess, and he was the one who was supposed to get him out. He stood up, turning to the boarman. "Hey man, cut him some slack, he was one of the brave people who took down that stinking weasel man, something all of you couldn't do on your own" Emillio said, not sure if his words will be of any help. But if things got worse, he'll be able to help Kh'Ryll get out with the help of some hot led.

Eventhough Emilio's words were meant to help Kh'Ryll, all it did was make the group even rowdier because his statement hit a sore spot among the "brave" men. They were too cowardly and weak to stand up against the Weasel and this unknown man wasn't afraid to rub it in their faces. But he was about to.

The boarman moved his rightarm backwards and was about to strike Emilio square on the nose but just as he flung his arm forward, another arm crossed it and positioned itself inside the boarman's arm. Kh'Ryll's eyes were still teary and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, still he managed to speak seriously and with a tone of voice that meant business.

" Strike my savior and I will kill you myself. " His watery glance pierced the boarman's eyes but due to the alcohol-induced bravery, and stupidity, he didn't retreat but instead swung his other arm in the direction of Kh'Ryll's face.

Kh'Ryll barely dodged it by removing his arm from the man's arm and crouched down before slamming his rightpalm with force into the man's stomach. The man stumbled backwards and was caught by his little drunken peasant-gang. He was able to take the hit and regain his footing relatively easy which surprised Kh'Ryll but he was too angry to take much notion to that. That man attempted to strike his new friend, he wasn't about to let that go unpunished.

Now the 5 men, including the boar, infuriated by this ex-slave's actions, attacked both Emilio and Kh'Ryll. One of them even threw a barstool at Emilio.

Thor looked at Iken strangely, then guessed the man ran away before anyone had seen him. He then noticed that he still had the sword that was meant for Cat, and went to where all the screaming had com from earlier. He then saw Cat on his hospital bed extremely afraid, and sighed. He walked into the room and put Cat's sword down on his bed.

"There you go." he said, then walked out of the room.

He walked back up to Iken and sighed, he was tired, and thought a drink would be nice. He then informed Iken that he would be going to a bar and headed off. After walking a ways, he heard a commotion and went inside, and what he saw made him sigh heavily. Emilio and the other men had pissed someone off, what a surprise. He walked into the bar and blasted a barstool that was being thrown with a lazor blast, and turned to his marksmen.

"I can't leave you alone, can I?" he said

Iken watched as the captain walked into Cat's room for some reason or another. After he came out after only a short time Iken still stood in the spot he had before. Iken noticed that Thor wasn't carrying the sword anymore, which could only mean he gave it to Cat. When Thor told Iken he was going for a drink, Iken didn't think it was such a bad idea at that point. Following behind the captain, Iken and Thor made it to the bar where the heard some type of bar fight going on.

"I wonder what could be happening?" Iken said to himself quietly.

Upon entering the bar, the two men noticed another two men were fighting a small a mob of around five. Not surprisingly, it was Emillio and the one Iken could only assume was the long arm man the captain mentioned earlier. Seeing a bar stool flying through the air, Iken grabbed the hilt of his sword, however it was soon blasted by Thor. Iken frowned, at the small number of people, it would never be enough for all four of the to bother with. However that wasn't his problem, he knew the slowest on would always get the least action.

"Oh damn, looks like they started without us." Iken said looking at the captain.

"Don't force me to act" Emillio said before things got a little hotter in the small bar. The boarman attempted to hit Emillio and Kh'Ryll just protected him, he'll have to buy him a drink for that.

Even though the bar thugs were attacking them, Emillio knew they were the same people his crew tried to help, and so killing them or shooting them would be as stupid as poisoning your own breakfast. But he still had to defend himself somehow, so he decided to try and look for a weapon that would not harm the locals as much as his guns. 'A stool... no, A chair... no, A boot... no' Emillio thought to himself, examining the random objects he could spot in the bar. And then, exactly when a stool was hurled at his direction, Emillio had it: 'THAT'S IT!'. He found his weapon, and that weapon was non-other than the cause of all of this mess: tabasco. He ducked at the bar's direction, dodging from the stool that flew a few centimeters above his head, and reached in behind the bar. He picked up two of the familiar dark tabasco bottles he and Kh'Ryll drank earlier, and grabbed them in each hand.

The foreign gunner was now armed, but instead of a gun shooting hot lead in each of his hands, he had a bottle shooting hot sauce, this should be fun. He held his arms on either side of his body, letting them dangle from his sides, ready to take action. "Kh'Ryll, amigo, you're up for kicking some ass?" He asked his partner who seemed to knew his way around the bar fight.

Kh'Ryll smiled broad as 2 more of the warriors entered the bar and seemed ready to jump right in the middle of the fray. One of them, apparently the captain according to the other warrior, used a weird technique to shot out a brightly glowing beam out of the palm of his hand which shattered the barstool into bits.

' Wow, these guys are strong. ' Kh'Ryll thought to himself before a punch to his temple made him stagger and stumble sideways for a bit.

" Damn right I'm ready, Emilio! " He said as he recuperated from the punch and retalliated by using his elongated reach to his advantage, longarm tribesman and all that, and punching the guy's lights out with a few swift jabs to the nose and then a mean hook to the rightside of his chin.

' 1 down, 3 men and 1 boar to go. ' Kh'Ryll counted down in his head.

One of the men had launched himself at Kh'Ryll as to not make the same mistake his predecessor did and play by Kh'Ryll's rules. Instead he had effectively toppled Kh'Ryll over and was now pummeling his ribs with a weak serie of blows. It didn't hurt Kh'Ryll much but it was getting annoying after a while so Kh'Ryll slammed his rightknee upwards several times while holding the man in such a way as to easily connect his knee with the man's ribs.

After a while the pain got the better of the man and he rolled away from Kh'Ryll before standing back up and grabbing a bottle by the neck and holding it up threateningly while rubbing his ribs with a pained look on his face.

Kh'Ryll quickly glanced around to see how the others were doing before turning his attention back to the man, who seemed to be fuming with withheld rage.