(Serious)Forge Island Welcome home to the paradise of pearls {Who is this Azumi chick anyway} (Open All Redbeard Pirates Mustache Bureau messengers and Azumi Kael)

Name: Forge Island
Flag: A blue Anvil with a palm tree sticking out of the top/
Location: (borders of the grand line)

Ruler/Territory: (The Redbeard Pirates)


Geography: (A tropical island complete with several forests a large stretch on two sides of the island and ending in rocky cliffs at one border leading to a sheer drop into the sea. Many of the forests have springs and lakes were the crocodiles swim and the hogs feed on the fruits from the trees growing there. The island its self is shaped like an anvil Thus the name of the island is derived from this )
Weather: (weather conditions Tropical but this island has seen its share of monsoons and hurricanes)
Population: (Several small villages consisting of humans and fishmen)
Wildlife: (mostly populated by crocodiles and hogs with large tusks A few seakings are known to swim the waters around the island. )
Economy and production: (fruit for food and wine production, crocodile skins for export, a good source of pearls from the areas around the island which locals have been known to dive for )

Defense: (A Large fortification is built at the top of the cliffs on the north side of the island overlooking the islands coasts in all directions, This serves as a base for the Redbeard Pirates who have taken the island as their own and guard it fiercely protecting both the islands people and the pearl and wine trade from the island )
Military: (Local militia but they Depend heavily on “Niirohige” and his men for major threats)

Philosophy and beliefs: A veritable melting pot of cultures and beliefs everything from island deities to the established faiths of normal society.
Government: Local provincial government led by a Governor/Redbeard crew. After arriving on the island “Niirohige” first won over the residents with his gold and goods then invested much of his fortune made in previous years in establishing Forge Island as a legitimate trading post.


History: (Traveling looking for a place to call their own the residents of this island settled there 200 years ago taking refuge, for their melting pot of cultures and beliefs. The colony of Forge Island was established and began to trade with passersby. Over the years fewer and fewer people came to the island as the Grand Line became more and more dangerous. The people of Forge Island though attempting to keep their civilization all the while became almost fully dependent on their natural resources pearls being in large supply these were the major exports bartered to the few passing ships for supplies. Finally the island was discovered by the Redbeard Pirates who settled it as their base rebuilding and restoring the massive fortress at the base of the cliffs.)

(four days after the recruitment of the new Redbeard Pirates)

The Ending Embers drifts towards the land mass quickly coming into view. It appears to be a brown stone anvil with something built on the top beneath it Rich forests and sandy beaches are viewable even from this distance. the crimson Junk drifts lazily on its stiff wind towards the tropical shores and even the dragon figure head seems to be smiling as the ship approaches Its home port.

On the shore the people of the island spot the crimson ship sailing for them and the cry goes out among the people in celebration that Redbeard-sama is returning. The man who's trade and protection brought life back to the island Oruc and the Redbeard Pirates are regarded as heroes to this island and while the messages are sent to the fortification to prepare for their captains return many citizens of the island rush to the docks to greet the returning captain. a troop of pirates and the "Governor" himself are seen marching down to the beach. after 4 weeks this is cause for celebration.

Aboard the ending embers Oruc steers steadily he smiles at the thought of good food and soft beds for a few nights while they restock the pearls and resupply the ship. After the death of His beautiful wife Lillian all those years ago Forge Island had become the only place He considered home aside from the endless sea and the Embers. Oruc gave a grin as he continued to steer the Galleon sized Junk towards the island which quickly became larger and larger and people could be seen waving whooping and cheering on the docs. Oruc turned towards his crew giving a bit of a mandatory speech since these are new recruits to his crew WHOOP JEHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA "We made it boys Welcome to Forge Island, home of the crew. While were there stock up resupply on whatever ya need or want, take yer ease and make yerselfs at home. I will warn ya this island ya will be treated like kings by the local populace the crew and I breathed life back inta this island with the pearl trade and our protection. So I have two rules while your here the first of which ya will abide by under penalty of death. No killing citizens there is no need for it and this is our island I took it without firein a shot and the population serves us well with trade and supplies. Second No stealin while your here there's no point yer "celebrities" the lot a ya ask the citizens and they'll happily give it to ya. So with that outa the way you lads Make ready to dock, and welcome home boys" Oruc gave a grin as yells and cheers of "CALICO-SAMA" and "Long live the Redbeards" are heard from the dock.

Chusei was not one to like being praised or being liked by hordes of People.
Chusei Covered his Antennas His His Black hood and tightened up his Robe hideing his swords. Sure he might stand out being the creepy dark robed person. But Chusei didnt care he wanted to avoid this unwanted attention. After all it would be hard for him to sneak around in the shadows if everyone knew who he was.

"Red Beard I think i'll Just meet you back at the base." Chusei said uncertainly. As he moved to the back of the ship intending to wait out the welcome.

Evykit sat in the medical room all by himself, cleaning his claw. As he heard the voice of his captain he knew that they have arrived to the Forge Island that Captain Redbeard alway been talking about. He don't really interest in landing on Forge Island, but maybe he can meet someone strong which was part of the Redbeard crew. He heard the sound of people shouting. How irritating he murmured to himself while he make no move. When they land he would have just ask where his room was and stay inside his room training his claw technique. At least he could have greet some people to show some gratitude toward the other.

Silvio was sleeping soundly until the voice of Redbeard woke him up. After listening in on the speech, Silvio drifted back into a peaceful slumber for a while. The slow crescendo of the crowd on the island as the ship slowly reached it, the sound slowly became hard to ignore and disturb Silvio's sleep. Soon, he had no choice but to get up and do something else. So he got up and dressed himself clumsily, fumbling with getting the buttons in. At last, he threw his cloak on and headed out to the deck without braiding his hair. Long strands of hair got in Silvio's line of vision but that didn't really matter anyway because his lack of sleep was already impeding with everything in his brain and body. After stumbling onto deck, the sun caused Silvio to wince and retract inside a few times until he got used to it.

Dante was excited to see an entire island come out for the crew. This was the first time he had actually saw villagers be happy to see pirates port. Dante's mouth nearly dropped to the floor board "Hello ladies, its me Dante. The greatest sniper in the entire world. Don't be intimated by the massive muscles on arms. I got plenty of legs strength to." Dante started doing "suggestive" motions to the ladies "Captain as long as their booze, women, and a bedroom some where you won't have any problems with me. OOOoojajajaja" Dante stood waving at the women as the ship was beginning to dock.

Among the crowd of cheering people there was a man holding a moustached den den mushi. He had a moustache of his own, a handlebar one, and wore a black suit like many of his orginisation's workers, and wore a black fedora, sunglasses, and a pair of white gloves. He beckoned at the man he assumed was Redbeard, signaling at the phone and then pointing at him.

In the boat, Getto Diffot was standing in the edge of the ship. Exploring the island with sight as they approached was one of his favourite things to do when he visited an island, since it permitted him to take a first sight of everything, even if it was from some distance. He listened to his captain's words... so they were heroes for this people.

"Alright Redbeard." -Getto smiled at him.

When the ship stopped completelly Getto got off the ship and walked to the stores that were around the port. They sold beautiful pearls... and that's what Getto wanted. He wanted to go diving for pearls.

Oruc grinned as he heard his crews responses since he had their assurances he would be able to trust this group around the island as the ship docked and more cry's went up Oruc turned to his men aboard the ship giving them a little more instruction. "As too yer time here take some time enjoy yerselves have a little shore leave if ya need to. When yer ready to rest and meet up for business then that fort on the cliffs is were the crew bases." He points to the massive wood and stone structure at the top of the cliffs before heading down the gang plank raising his hands to the roar of the crowd more cheers of "REDBEARD PIRATES FOREVER" and "CALICO-SAMA" roaring through the air as the redhaird behemoth passed motioning for the moustache broker agent in the crowd to follow him before he began walking through the crowd waving to the people of the island as he passed and finaly reaching the lift that lead from the port village to the cliff. He sat in the lift with the mustache broker heading for the clifftop fortress. Unaware and for the moment uncaring if any from the boat had followed him to the lift but he heaved a contented sigh he was home for now.

Chusei waited until the cround died down a little. Picking up a crate he pretended he was moving it for Red Beard.
An excited man walked infront of Chusei.
"Are you one of Red Beards New men?!"

Chusei frowned " Im just trying to move this Crate sir it's for red beard Sama after all." Chusei chocked out a little enthusiasm in his voice. Which sounded like a dieing bat.

The man nodded at Chusei "Cant keep good old Red Beard Waiting!" The man kindly pointed Chusei towards the Direction to The Base.
After a good amount of walking Chusei entered The Red Beard Pirates Base. Setting down his the crate he pondered. "I Wonder whats in this crate?... Eh Ill just carry it back when we head back to the ship."

Chusei began to explore the base.

After getting his eyes used to the light of the sun, Silvio went back inside to splash some cold water on his face and brush his hair before re-emerging outside. He didn't want to look like a bum anytime he was outside, although he nearly did do that a few moments ago. After walking outside fully awake, he listened to Redbeard's instructions before staying on the ship a bit more. Wow, these people really must love Redbeard. It's like the crew and him are considered living gods here. But I might as well indulge myself in what this place has to offer. Wait, my hair isn't braided yet. Oh well, I can do it some time later. Silvio gave off a small smile before jumping off the ship into an empty spot. As he walked through the crowd, a group of girls approached him and started to squeal like a bunch of fan girls.
"Are you one of Redbeard's new crew mates??
Oblivious to what their intentions were, Silvio nodded. The group of girls squealed even louder after hearing that.
"Omigosh, omigosh! You are such a cute one too! I-is there anything we can do for you? Anything we can get you?"
Silvio thought for a moment before saying, "Well, my hair could be braided..." In a moment one of the girls took Silvio by the hand and lead him to a hair salon and set him down in one of the chairs. The next thing Silvio knew, his hair was being washed, brushed and then braided. He looked in the mirror and was impressed with how soft and well done his hair was.
"Is there anything else we can get you?"
"Nah, but I think there's some other people on the ship that haven't come out yet. Go give them a greeting."
Without saying another word, the group of girls ran out the door and headed back to where the ship is currently parked. Silvio left the building and looked up at the massive structure sitting upon the peak of a cliff. He guessed it wasn't time to go there just yet, not when there's a great deal of opportunities in town.

The moustache broker agent folowed cleared his throught in the lift before turning to Redbeard and in a voice wrapped in syrup, "Den den mushi for you, our valued customer." , to whuch took the reciver end off the den den mushi and onto his other hand. The usual condecending voice of Lord Derek Zastur quickly burst through the snail phones lips. "Ah redbeard, good you my messenger wasn't too difficult to find I trust? And my, this village certainly is fond of you, you must have done something quite heroic for them. Well, if I didn't know already I'd ask by now. Anyways, you do have our payment ofcourse?", which by the end of the orginisation leaders word, the messanger balanced the reciver end on the same hand he held with the den den mushi and put out his spare palm in an indication for payment.

Dante got off the boat. He put in his yellow boom boom cherry. Then Dante blew out the cherry releasing a yellow light blinding everyone near like a flashbang. Dante used this ditraction to run away making it seem like he ran away. Then reappear on top of a building. "Oh yeah just a taste of my cosmic power. Take a look of the world's greatest sniper, Dante of the redbeards." The crowd yelled and cheered a such showmenship. "Are you not entertained?! Let me show so more of my skills." Dante took out three green boom cherries, and shot them in the air. Then followed them by three red cherries the result of the gas mixed with the explosions would create very colorful fireworks to entertain the crowd.

Oruc took the receiver of the den den Mushi listening to the info brokers voice with a chuckle JEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJE "Well I did bring commerce and life back to this little island. your man will receive the payment when I reach my fortress Zastur-san lets here what you have for me first." this continued as the 13 minute ride up on the lift began.

The sound of cheering get closer and closer as Evykit notice that the ship have now anchored. Evykit walk out from his medical room trying to driven away his attention. Attention & Crowd is what he hate most. Evykit walk pass the cheering cloud ignoring everyone, didn't listen to anything while his hair cover his right eyes and he was heading his face down. Evykit barely make his way inside the base. Those people are such...a pain in the neck He said coldly to himself when he finally reach the base.

While Chusei explored the base he nodded in approval as reflected back on the long ride up the lift. "Ths place has some good fortifications.."
Noticeing the strong sturdy walls and the 30 cannons they had for defensive fire. Chusei's crimson eyes dimmed with distaste when he saw the prison. He had bad memories being locked in oceans tower for 7 years.

"I hate cells....." Chusei contiuned to go through seeing the vast amount of bedrooms and the shower facility. Chusei made himself at home.

The messenger looked displeased and and held onto the reciver once again with his spare hand. "I see, well, I might as well tell you what the news rebeard. Iken has replyed to your request of an alliance with, frankly, a cocky manner. He tells you to see him in the new world as soon as you can. Though take it from me and my messenger that visited the yonkou, it is not an easy feat by any means, he struggled to even make it to the island where the yonkou was currently visiting, and then only to be assualted by one of the mans spys. A miscalculation on my part, after all most of his crew tend to go gallivanting and doing their own thing when they aren't needed. To put it bluntly, he seems to have agreed but his meeting grounds is quite dangerous." Lord Zastur sighed, to which the den den mushi also sighed, which was quite the perculiar sight; "Frankly sir, I believe it is also for proof of your ability, as well as your crews. His last known location is a small residential island that is also the home town of Iken's divison commander, Sangjo."

Oruc stroked his beard lightly as the man continued his report, He had expected Iken would respond in that manner but it was more delays on the path to his plan Goldburg and then to meet Iken before he moved for the war. Now seemed to be the course of action. Still at any rate he had intended to venture to the new world eventually. "Dont worry Zastur let Iken test me after I take over Goldburg I will set a course for the new, from now on contact me in this way I will inform ya of our progress or any delays that may occur." He hands the agent a large denden mushi that is purple has one eye and a braided red beard. "This will connect ya to my private line I will be sending it to ya with yer payment through yer man." The lift reached the base and Oruc motioned for the Mustache broker follow him to the treasury were he placed into the mans head a pearl the size of a bowling ball and 30 strings of pearls into and along the mans arm along with the denden mushi. "Yer payment has been made my friend so unless ya have any other secrests ta tickle my fancy, yer man may feed his belly at our mess hall before returning ta his duties for ya and I will speak to ya from Goldburg"

[The fortress is on the cliffs at the south side of the island the only way to get up to it is by lifts which are in each village kinda like drum island. As to the fortress it is surrounded by a barrier wall of stone and thick wood 50 feet high on all sides with about 30 cannons all around. Inside there are 2 bunk houses one for the crew contains 20 bunk beds and one bathroom and shower facility. One for the officers containing 10 beds and 2 bathrooms with one shower facility. there is one guest bunk house that contains 5 bed there is one long house for the mess haul and there is red beards log house which contains his bed private bathroom and shower facilities and his office there is also a 20 foot by 20 foot prison pit 40 feet deep cut into the stone of the mountain.]

[ Introduction box ]
[ Azumi Kael Age 17 ]
[ Mixed marital artist ]
[ Bounty: 0 Beli ]

The streets of the island were widely deserted, though this was only her second day on the island the girl knew full well why this was, the ruling body of the island had returned not long ago, and the townspeople weren’t the only ones awaiting their arrival. “this is it” she said out loud to no-one in particular “these guys are gonna be dangerous, they are criminals after all, there’s no guarantee Ill make it out this time.” She walked with her hands in the pockets of her thick baggy martial arts uniform’s black pants, her wrapped bare feet against the dry dirt path warmed by the mid-day sun, her eyes were relaxed, a deep brown, in contemplation of what was to follow “still I didn’t come all this way for nothing, if I cant fight and win here then there’s no point in going where I want to go next at all. Ive trained hard to get here, nothing to do now but jump in” She continued to walk for some time, going over in her head everything shed heard about this place. The island was under the control of a group of pirates that had sized control some time ago, this group while small, only less than fifty men in total had been able to successfully defend an island from the world government’s influence for a relatively long period of time. Particularly noteworthy was that their captain, the most well known of them he was unquestionably the strongest of them who sized the island when the crew was its smallest, carrying them on his fighting ability. She didn’t mind the danger really, after all where she was planning on going was far more dangerous than fifty pirates, still there was always a high level of tension before a fight. Exhaling deeply she advanced ever closer to the large, oddly shaped building in which the pirates resided.
She arrived on an obnoxiously over armed garrison before which stood two particularly unhappy looking guards, stuck with being doormen their first day back must not have sat well with them, a clever infiltrator would have snuck behind them, or come up with an excuse to be let in but Azumi was hardly in the mood to be clever, stepping up to the rifle wielding pirates she stood about a foot away from either of them facing the door, her hands in her pockets, stopped for a moment and took another step forward, as if they weren’t there. Suddenly she felt her shoulder get grabbed by the one to her left, his hand was considerably larger than her shoulder to begin with. “hey hold on a second mis-“ Azumi’s eyes focused and in an instant she leaned her shoulder backward arching her spine and with just the force of her back and his leaning forward sent him off his feet and a distance over her shoulder falling flat on his face to her side. Unbelievably she had tossed a man nearly twice her weight with only her shoulder.
“thats quite a spill you had there, are you alright?” said Azumi almost sarcastically, leaning her body back upright to see he was indeed out cold, having smacked against the stone wall and on to the floor in an instant, Azumi’s hands were still in her pockets. No sooner had she done that then a click coupled with an aimed riffle sounded to her right. She supposed now would be a good time to take her hands out of her pockets. Leaping in a flash Azumi landed with her legs crossed around the neck and over the shoulders of the guard, who still had his weapon pointed to where she had been standing previously, she looked down to see his confused face look upward at her own. “hi there” She said just an instant before her fist collided with the spot just under his chin, a nice solid hit which got the neck leaning backwards as the head endured a vicious series of swiping punches to the left and right temples, his head sharply turning from right to left as blow after crushing blow connected, Azumi hanging on to his shoulders with her legs as her body turned for punch after punch, till eventually she simply grabbed either side of his head and leaned downward for a massive head-butt, leaping off him as he fell backward and then, while still in the air, delivering a powerful kick which sent him flying against the reinforced doorway, she landed on her feet in the exact place shed started before the door as the second guard.
Her breathing hadn’t lost any of its calm, sure rhythm as she hummed to herself simply. Stepping up to the door she exhaled deeply then inhaled and drew focus and with the simplest movements pushed her bare palm against the doorway, it connected so solidly that the frame seemed to shake, but did not yield, not at first. After a few seconds the hinges simply gave and the entire solid, thick door came crashing forward in to the darker den of pirates, sand and dust scattering in its wake in the open musty air of the fortress, not smashed open but simply pushed down. Imagine the shock of the many pirates, returning from plunder at sea to a hero’s welcome, secure in their fortress to see Azumi, plainly standing in the wake of two of their fiercest guarding doormen and their reinforced fortress door laying inanimate on the floor all around the seventeen year old girl! For a few seconds their was still, stun silence. This was a mistake on their part, as Azumi’s eyes adjusted to the light inside with ample time. A resourceful invader, however brave, would have taken the riffles from the guards before entering, Azumi’s confidence was however far to genuine to be considered bravery.
Feeling that nothing need be said, Azumi simply put her arms up at her sides and let out a yell charging blindly forward toward the nearest un-smashed face. Kicking back against the first pirates collar bone before stepping on their thigh, and off the shoulder Azumi landed a vicious knee to his jaw from below, enough to make his brain shake against his scull for a solid knock out. Waiting no time She skillfully turned her body mid air so as to drop her elbow on to the face of her second target with her full weight. Landing awkwardly from that she tumbled to the floor rolling under her falling second opponent to swipe her leg in a powerful low kick against the ankles of her third sending him jaw first against the edge of a table and also to the floor, as her first three opponents hit the ground unconscious, she rebounded to her feet, all this in a matter of seconds falling in to a comfortable fighting stance.
The pirates had a chance to regroup now, and began their lunge at the initial threat, not unlike a swarm of angry bees with legs blades and fists. Normally this would overwhelm someone, but years of practice paid off, listening intently rather than just using her eyes, desiring which target was closest was child’s play. As an arm with a blade lunged for her Azumi slid a hand to the elbow and wrist of the arm and applied pushing to both, twisting the arm clean off its socket in one, fluid motion, then, with out losing any momentum kept her left arm going in to the ribs of another. Pulling back ward Azumi ducked under a broken bottle coming at her head from behind and caught the arm over her shoulder, tossing the entire body of the bottle’s wielder over on top of the former two assailants just in time to knock back a forth.
Flipping back in a summersault over a kick Azumi landed hands first on the shoulders of the kicker, using the momentum to toss her over her head and slam his own against the ground, his body blocking an oncoming jab from another, kicking backward with both feet in to the jaw of a third.
Rotating her body as she landed Azumi stood nearly sounded by six unconscious or otherwise downed pirates, at least now the attackers would have some trouble getting at her over them. Weaving to the side of a powerful punch Azumi dashed in toward the puncher and landed a powerful shot to his gut, strong enough to knock him backward against a wall. Jumping up and extending her elbows Azumi swung her forearms with two simultaneous hammer-fist strikes to two attackers behind her, using the force to propel herself back on her feet. Opponents began hitting the floor and walls with a considerable force as Azumi got going.
Soon enough she was a whirling blur of blows and strikes, it became almost impossible to tell if any of the oncoming attacks were even hitting her, or simply being knocked away. Eventually it became obvious that the war-tested brawling pirates were simply outclassed, taken by surprise and losing the battle Azumi had declared against them. Jab, Jab, roundhouse, uppercut, knife-hand strike, elbow, cross, butterfly kick, tackle, one by one Azumi’s bare hands limbs proved superior to any blunt or bladed object the pirates could run at her with as weapon and wielder shared a place in the pile of broken rejects.
Inching away from a knife just barely Azumi landed a powerful axe kick from above the shoulder of the knife’s wielded, sweeping him to the floor under her with a powerful strike. Pushing off of the last opponent she flew forward at the next kicking against the side of his thigh, breaking the bone within with her shin. She then turned to see a larger pirate lunge at her, holding an axe in each hand, she stood before the advance simply, legs apart and arms up, bent at her sides till the second he was before her, driving each palm closer with blinding speeds she simply smacked against the sides of his head with all the power of her arms, stopping the assault in an instant as his arms fell to his sides, the axes with them; Blood leaking from the axe man’s ears as he to hit the ground with a thud.
Ducking under the next attackers lunge Azumi shifted her entire weight in a solid shoulder tackle strait to the sternum of the attacker, then as he was being knocked back, stamper her feet down to the floor hard enough to stop moving and delivered a spear-head strike with her hand to his throat.
She stood for a moment of stillness, observing that there were not many-left standing. One opponent in particular charged head on punching downward at her head, Azumi, being a sporting girl, decided to honor his bravery by delivering a ramming head-butt directly to his fist, at speeds far exceeding his punch, to this mans surprise, and perhaps indeed to his horror he stammered back, clutching his injured hand! His eyes had just enough time to meet hers before Azumi kicked off his chest and essentially stepped over him to run toward the remaining few pirates, who were no longer fit to attack her.
Kicking off the ground and rotating her hip Azumi struck the side of an opponents face with a devastatingly powerful kick using the edge of her foot, as he bounced off the floor under her, her leg remained in the air and came down on him heel first in a veracious one-two. Jumping over her next opponent from off of her last Azumi landed behind him, locking his arm behind his back and applying pressure against his shoulder in a flawless arm lock, try as he might the pirate couldn’t break free. As he strained the first words in what felt like forever came from him, or rather a few stammering syllables
“W-who… wh- Ahh! Why are yo- GAH!”
There was a rather sickening snap noise then a thud as he hit the ground.
“It’s nothing personal” she said simply, her voice still miraculously so calm.
There was no malice in her actions, though brutal there was no cruelty, simply enough to keep the ‘would be aslants’ off their feet. There was just one left, kicking his right leg as her left stepped forward, and following with the right to his left he was instantly knocked off balance, then as they were literally toe to toe she executed an elbow strike to his collar bone and then a double hammerfist strike to his head, knocking him against the ground so hard a ring of dust emerged.
There she stood, a slender, toned girl of seventeen, having just struck grappled and fought her way through about forty criminal pirates, having had no motive, given no name, being unknown on the seas and on the island, having no wanted poster and no weapons, sent the better part of an entire crew of pirates to the floor where they did not return, neutralized but still in no way pertinently damaged. The scene inside was one of truly awe inspiring wonder, how such a girl had conquered the entire room, her opponents piled atop each other at her feet, her back turned from the inside, light from the front entrance making the white in her gi appear to glow, blood on her wrapped fists and the dust still settling. All she had to say was “well, that about dose it for me, I’m all warmed up” in her usual, completely level, calm voice which, as she turned to the sound of footsteps entering the room changed to a more hearty, competitive tone. “Now that I’m warmed up… I want a fight, and I’m tired of waiting” she turned to face the new arrivals “you got something for me?” she said with fiery brown eyes and a smile.

Oruc heard the commotion coming from the yard he picked up hi scythe slinging it over his shoulder motioning for the mustache bureau agent to remain there before walking out into the carnage of the courtyard, and staring with disbelief at the trail of broken and unconscious bodies leading to the mess hall and in disbelief at the carnage within. The seventeen year old would see a lean muscular man of 9 feet in height with streaming red hair and a long braided beard. His single gleaming golden eye traces up the young martial artist, beside its patch covered twin. The golden ring in each ear flashes in the light of the island sun. the open red shirt blows around the muscular chest before the strong arms and their heavily ringed hands cross over his chest the scythe leaning loosely in its place over his shoulder. The grin above the flowing braided beard widens as he sees the singular opponent. He steps forward into the mess hall his purple captains coat flowing behind him with each step of the large black boots. Oruc slowly knelt down beside one of the conscious but broken men lifting him up slowly in one of the massive hands as the man stammered out "C-c-captain it was h-her she c-c-came out of no were. She fought like a demon..." at witch point the man passed out Oruc rose to his feet one hand resting with its thumb tucked into his sash the other holding the scythe were its balanced on his shoulder. "Ya mean ta tell me that my crew of the fiercest mercenaries and Corsair's in the east blue just got the hell beaten outa them by one little girl." Oruc shook with laughter his rolling deep laugh echoing throughout the fort the mountaintop and carrying across the island on the wind before he stepped closer to the young martial artist. JEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJE "Well well miss ya must be somethin extra special, Ta womp on my boys like this. Just who are ya Missy And what do ya want with me?"

Chusei had heard the guards fighting in the forteress and quickly sped towards the brawl arriving shortly after Oruc.

Keeping his distance Chusei didnt want to get involved without good reason. Seeing Captain Red Beard talking to a toung tan, slender, muscle toned woman. With chestnut brown hair. Surrounded by what Chusei assumed where unconsious crew mates.

The Skypiean Assassin wondered if Red Beard had beaten his own men for a split second then realized that that would have been very farfetched. Thinking to himself with a frown. ("That Small woman defeated all those men? She must have a good level of skill...")

Lord Zastur smiled on the other end of his own den den mushi, ignore the sounds of struggling from his messanger to hold all that was given to him. "Understood sir, and once again, pleasure doing buissness with you, and ofcourse, we fully expect you to continue with this payment.", the long-leg information broker replied smirking to himself until he heard some lound commotion coming from outside the fortress, to which his messanger also had a worried expression on his face. "Sir, it would seem that Redbeard as an uninvited guest, in the form of, err, a young woman that has managed to defeat the fortress's guards.", the messanger announced through his own den den mushi as Redbeard left. Lord Derek Zastur reurned o is usual smug expression and replyed; "Really now? Hmmmm interesting. Keep an eye on her, and note down everything about her, this coul d prove to be....... profitable."

As Evykit entered the base, he seen that there's a girl fighting all the Redbeard's Crew and now all laying on the floor, some unconscious with injury. My...my! Seem like I'll be having a very tough job healing them all up Evykit thought to himself as he stand in the shadow.

He tried to step forward but than stop himself when he see Captain Redbeard enter. He watch Redbeard doing his action as he stand quietly in the shadow doing nothing wherever somewhat surprised that the little girl can beat a very lots of people.

Dante was entertaining the crowd when a person came up yelling "An intruder.....a intruder has invaded the island! Someone has invaded the fortress in slaughtered all th guards." The crowd began to panic and running around like a running stampede. Dante whistled getting everybody's attention "Now now don't worry remember me? The world's greatest sniper? I will handle these intruders and hang above the fortress their crimes. How many are there 50 or maybe 100?" The man shouted "One just one." Dante laughed at the man's comment "One just one man?! Bwah ha ha ha thats impossible. Redbeard's men are strong. There is no way they would fall to one guy." The man shook his "No I swear it was one man. One man slaugthered all those guards. Redbeard and his men are handling him right now. Hey wait a minute aren't suppose to...." Dante was already running in the opposite direction. I'm not facing a guy who can take down an entire fortress, he said to himself. Unfortunate the path he was running in was toward the fortress he desperately was trying to get away from.

Azumi seemed to exude a quiet intensity from every pour, she was calm and yet at the same time possessed a more fanatic fighting spirit than anyone in the room. “You must be that Redbeard guy… I already said, I’m looking for a fight. People say your worthy of comparison to some of the shichibukai, and that your main claim to that is your strength, from what I’ve seen of your crew so far I hope your at least the cause of all the hype” Facing the overly large man now with out the slightest inkling of unease of fatigue “heres the deal, part of what I want is to fight, but really this is more of a stepping stone to what I want to fight next, if I can beat you, then Ill consider myself ready to go on to my next training site, that’s about it really” she shifted her body effortlessly and almost instantly to a fighting position, her body seemed to tense and become ready, like a coiled spring, a fine tuned machine of quick yet powerful muscle ready to leap in to action, animosity began to hang heavy in the air from the witnesses to the match about to unfold. “you’re a pirate with a powerful record, Im a martial artist with a powerful body, superiority should be claimed on the battlefield, don’t you think?” it was amazing a seventeen year old girl could handle herself like this, a second ago she looked so... harmless

Oruc gave a chuckle this girl was gutsy confident and she knew the rumors about him but she was still willing to fight him. Not just willing she was aching to fight him, she had come here to fight him. Oruc's single golden eye twinkled with excitement as he slammed the scythe down hard enough it dug into the ground and stuck on its own he then removed his captains coat tossing it to Chusei his rings in the pocket then he slipped off the dark red shirt and stretched suddenly looking much more fit and trim as he faced the opponent "Evykit take care of the injured. Chusei ya best be sure we're not interrupted. Well Missy ya did all this with your own hands so I'll be fightin ya fair and square" Oruc moved into a lose fighting stance his boots digging into the sand lightly seeking the best footing. he was ready for her.