Serious: Training at Punk Hazard; Listen to the Dragons Roar: A Vial Villain Appears

[Water Cyborg]

As Monty threw punch after spiked punch, it became clear who the victor was in this battle. The cyborg fishman was beaten, to a creamy little pulp on the deck of the ship. Mangled metal and flesh was all that remained, Monty had won. He had won within the first few punches to be honest, and the cyborgs power had shut down with in five. However it was better safe than sorry as Monty turned it into nothing more than scraps.

Nagami Sat on the ground for a Moment after knocking the Cyborg over. She laughed and stood up to look over the edge of the Boat when she saw the Cyborg. It was Hanging off the edge of the Ship and Nagami Wondered what was Going to happen. The Cyborg Exploded in an Instant Sending a Way of Fire and Shrapnel towards Nagami. She Screamed But Knew She could Not be saved And Would Die . As The metal chunks Pierced her body and She was was Thrown across the Deck of the Ship into the water. Her Sakura Blade Flying off her hip and Lay on the Ships Deck . As she fell into the water She Imagined Cats Jumping About. Cats Her Favorite thing. Nagami would die with a Smile on her Face. As Nagami's life Faded She would think about one last thing. Her Brothers.Be Strong, Ansatsu, Seji. Nagami wished her brothers the best. Nagami Sunk into the Depths of the ocean smiling, She Felt no Pain, And Finally her thoughts stopped. And her life was gone.

(OOC: Anyone can have the Sakura Blade If They Want it now.)

Myra snarled testily as she leapt back from Unholy, and snarled once again as she saw her weapon begining to rust, throwing it to the side testily as Luke took care of the blood and annoucned they needed a plan. Myra glared at Luke with hatred and screeched; "Fire burns flesh! Burn Unholy! Turn gashes into ashes! Roast hima live!", deciding that fire would be a great asset against Unholy, trying her best to look around for some and then seeing the explosion caused by the wood eating cyborg, and began leaping painfully towars it, managing to break a piece of wood from the ship which she carried with her, and cackling constantly as she made her way to the fire that remained..

Takumi held his ground as the Cyborg got launched off the ship, waiting for the splash to confirm it had hit the water or the lack of that sound so he could deliver the finishing blow. He saw Maski get closer to part where the Cyborg was launched off the ship.
"Stay back here, we don't kno..."
The explosion caught Takumi off-guard and he wasn't able to use Namikaze Hard Body or Namikaze Flash in time to block or escape from the explosion. Like Nagami and Maski he was thrown back by the violent force of the explosion. To prevent himself from falling off the ship or crashing into the hull he stopped himself with his feet.
However, the fire damage to his legs, the explosion and that strain proved to be too much for him. With a barely audible huff of pain he fell to his knees and had to support himself on the deck with his hands, gasping for air because the shockwave had knocked all the air from his lungs. Gritting his teeth, Takumi pulled a larger shrapnel out of his left shoulder and threw it to the side.
He was relatively unhurt save for the larger shrapnel he had just removed from his shoulder and his mangled legs. Looking around the ship to assess the damage the Cyborg had caused he realized Nagami was missing. Dragging himself to the edge of the ship he saw her sinking in the clear water, quickly fading from view because of the blood obscuring the water. Realizing how close Nagami had been to the explosion he feared the worst. Ignoring the screaming pain in his legs he dragged himself over the railing of the ship and plunged into the water. Since they had docked at the island the water here wouldn't be that deep, he should be able to get her and reach the shore in time, even with just his arms.
Using his arms to sink faster he quickly reached her, lying face-down on the ocean floor. Picking her up and hoisting her under one arm he could feel dozens of shrapnel pieces embedded in the front of her body. Now having only one usable arm and carrying nearly twice his normal weight he resorted to speed-dragging himself across the seabed towards the shore of the island.
("It isn't too late yet.") He thought while the sun got brighter and brighter as he neared the surface. ("She's a Devil Fruit user so it must be the water preventing her from moving. And she was probably knocked unconscious as well. It's not too late yet.")
Finally having crossed the small distance between Nagami's landing spot on the seafloor and the beach he huffed for air and forced himself to drag himself and Nagami a few feet further, away from the tide. He flipped her over on her back so he could see the damage the explosion had done. Immediately he realized that his rescue mission had been in vain. There was no way the mangled mess of flesh, blood, metal and bones in front of him was still a living person. Finally succumbing to the strain on his body and the emotional stress he fell down with his face in the sand and started to cry.

[Old man]

"Is that...."said a gruff voice before pausing for a second. "Is that, the first time you seen a nakama die?" asked the voice. It was directed at Takumi, well it could have been directed at anyone really, but he would have been the only one close enough to hear it. So it would be safe to assume that's who the question was direct towards. The voiced sounded like it was owned by someone old, male, and fairly emotionless. "Or was this one someone special? No, it doesn't have that feel." said the voice trailing off a bit.

If Takumi bothered, or even had the strength to look up, he would see an old man standing a few feet away. He looked scraggly, with long white hair and a beard. Animal skin hides, clothed him from the world, and also made him seem, somewhat primitive. On the other hand the man was tall, over six and a half feet tall. He was also rather well built, strong looking for an old man. Despite his gruff appearance, the old man looked to be in really good condition. There was something about him, that would give any Steel Villager the feeling they know him. He has these piercing blue eyes, dark blue eyes that look so familiar.

"How interesting you are, boyo. You use the Namikaze arts...yet you're not a decedent. Well at least not of the main branch." said the old man looking towards the ocean. "Hehe, then again that clan did get around. Genetically enhancing their young by breeding with different species. Especially the skypiean's. The young fathers certainly spent a lot of time on their islands made of clouds." said the old man, talking to himself more so than the injured boy in front of him.

Sangjo saw the explosion blood come toward him, but he wasn't going to dodge. His head was too wrapped in revenge of killing of him. Sangjo was not going to turn away. He was going to keep charging until one of them was dead. Sangjo yelled sending vibrating molecules in the air toward the blood. The fast sound instantly dehydrated the water inside the blood turning derge's into nothing but steam allowing Sangjo pass through with minor burns. Sangjo yelled releasing a powerful sonic yell. The blast was so powerful that it flatten the ground below him creating a large hole in the ground aiming toward Derge. It was clear that sangjo's motives was to kill. Would Sangjo lose himself in his fit of rage?

"So just because you change the form, do you think I can't control it?" Derge asked while laughing with a rather smug smile on his face. The man's eyes were opened wide with anxious excitement, his eyes were a dark blue and could almost pierce right through his targets. "What a waste of skin, I guess it's about time that I end this." Derge said looking down on his foe. Literally and figuratively, he was using geppou to stay in the air even after the mass of blood he was in was sent flying, in every which direction.

Using the vaporized blood in the air, Derge pulled what he could salvage back together and in front of him. He then hardened and shaped the blood into a dome that was as hard as steel. Then adding a special touch of his own on the outside of the bowl like structure. The opening in the dome would provide as a nice barrier that would not only stop some of the power of the sound attack, but also send it right back where it came from. To totally stop the attack, the second layer of the barrier is made from a gelatinous blood in between the hard and regular flowing blood. This would absorb the majority of the sound and shockwave that made it through the dome. All Derge had to do was sit back as the gentle breeze blew by him that signaled Sangjo's attack had indeed failed.

[Iken]

All of the sudden, Iken leaped from the forest and made a direct charge towards Derge. He was moving quickly. Though Iken didn't have his swords, as they were most likely miss placed when he was hit, he still charged right towards the enemy. There was something strange about him though. He was actually wearing his captains coat; rather than using it as a cape. Iken pulled back his right arm as if he was going to punch Derge, which in turn only made the blood user smile.

Derge merely opened his arms, as if inviting the yonkou to a free shot. He hardened his muscles with tekkai and produced thick, strong layers of hardened blood under his skin and around his bones. Sure Iken was strong and would surely break through all of Derge's defenses, but he would also be in striking distance, and without a sword. Derge braced himself as Iken drew nearer, to what he thought was only something all to prefect.

Contrary to what Derge believed, Iken had a plan; he also he wasn't as unarmed as it would seem. Pressing a small button, a hidden blade laced with seastone shot out of it's hidden sheath. The blade caught the glare of the sun, which Derge seen at the last minuet. However it was much to late to avoid it. Derge pulled his arm up and blocked the blade from hitting any of his vital organs by taking the puncture wound in his arm.

All of the sudden, almost everything just seemed to stop. The control over Kenjiro and Unholy was gone, the two fell into lumps. Unholy began to bleed out badly from the wound that hadn't finished healing. Kenjiro, well Kenjiro was dead before hand so he didn't do much more than lay there in a ball, cold and stiff. Blood flowed from Derge, and for the first time in a long time, he couldn't will it to do his bidding. The force from the attack, shattered Derge's arm, shoulder, and a good portion of the bones in the right side of his body.

Derge began to tip backwards, as he lost the strength to preform geppou. It was almost like it was in slow motion, the event was huge. Iken had finally beaten Derge. Well not ended it or anything, but he had finally gotten the upper hand; since the first time they fought back when the crew was first formed. It was only a few years back, but it seemed like a life time. A dust cloud formed over the area where Derge landed, hard on his back.

[Luke]

Luke looked at Kiba with a grin on his face as Unholy slipped into a brain dead state. "Well that takes care of that." said Luke as he rotated his wrist where there was usually a hidden blade attached to it. Almost certain he knew what Kiba was thinking, Luke spoke again, "Why did you think I used my sword to attack Unholy rather than the protected seastone?...." said the assassin before he changed the subject. "Well I think it would be a good time to burn that body now." Luke stated pointing at the hunk of meat lumped over on the ship.

[Derge]

Slowly the mangled body of the blood demon rose up to it's feet. His arm was limp and straight down beside his body. It was clear it wasn't going to be usable for some time to come. Even with Derge's cellular replacement ability, it would take time that he didn't have to recover to the point he needed to stand a chance against Iken. If it was merely flesh, it wouldn't be such a time consuming ordeal; however it was bone and muscle the took the most damage, and that takes much more time to regenerate. It seemed there was only one thing to do.

[Iken]

"Brother, look at the state you're in. You can't beat me anymore, and I can't forgive you anymore. This is where you will meet your end." Iken said shacking his head; his usual grin gone. "Desais, open up the door dimension, and release his scum. He needs all the help he can get now." Iken ordered his division commander without a shred of sympathy in his voice.

Myra cursed furiously as she saw Unholy die suddenly before her eyes, his corpse slumping onto the deck as her chance of killing a famed former yonkou withered away. "Damn it! My kill! Gone! No need fire now! Graaaaagggghhh!", she screeched testily, leaping back towards the ship with Unholy's corpse, Kiba and Luke, and as she arrived almost immedietly collapsed unconcious on the ship's deck, dropping her rusted chakram that landed with a sharp clang. Seemed Myra's current condition caught up with her.

"Bah, baka girl! She shouldn't be carrying around giants little lone when she's that injured." Luke said walking over to his comrade. He was hesitant as he got closer to Myra, and Unholy. Sure Iken had stuck sea stone into Derge, and it canceled out his devil fruit and all. However, what was stopping him from reestablishing his control over the mindless beast? There were only a couple reasons why, that Luke could think of. Obviously it could be a trap, but why us it on such weaklings? No that was unlikely. Second could be Derge was conserving energy, with the condition he's in that's possible. Third, he might just need to add new blood, however he was able to control blood that he wasn't directly connected to before. The last option was just as likely as the rest, he didn't give a damn. At the moment concentrating on Iken seemed like a much better idea.

However despite all of the paranoia flowing through his head, the assassain made his way to his nakama. He picked up the woman and carried her inside the ship to the ships medical room. He walked quickly so the trip was rather short, giving her little time to wake up and chew his head off for pitting her like this. He laid Myra on the bed and walked out of the room as one of the doctors aids began first aid.

Sangjo landed on feet and slowly walked toward Iken "What the hell are you talking about? Cut his head from his shoulders and end this already. This guy is too dangerous to be left alive, and he killed kenji. Are just okay with him killing steel pirates? Are you going to be okay if he kills me too??? You kill him right now or I'll do it." Sangjo was gripping Iken by his collar in an intimidating manner with eyes full of rage and anger.

Iken kept his calm, even as his best friend took him by the collar and proclaimed all sorts of nonsense. The captain merely slapped away the arms of his first mate and looked him dead on in the eyes. His usual grin, was nowhere to be seen, this was serious. Iken's hands didn't go down after he pushed the hands away that tried to intimidate him, no Iken gabbed Sangjo by the shoulders; he picked him up. Turning into a nearby tree, Iken forcefully slammed Sangjo into the tree.

"Now look here, I'm going to be damned before I let you kill Derge. This is my battle, my family, and my first mate that was killed. I wont let him harm anymore of my nakama, he's killed too many and will die for what he's done. However I'm not going to let myself fall to his level, and I'm sure as hell not letting my best friend; my brother, turn out like my last. We give him a fighting chance by letting his nakama decide whether or not they're going to join him; and honestly it wont matter either way what they choose, he's still going to die. When he goes to hell, I want him to go to hell with no hope, I wan't him to know there was never any chance that he could have won. Now if you still want to kill Derge, you're going to have to go through me first. Do you understand that?!" Iken said in a low commanding voice.

[Derge]

Derge waited trying to come up with a plan on how the hell he was going to get out of this one. It wasn't long, when one just came to him, it fell in his lap; Iken and Sangjo were the presenters of the wonderful gift. Derge could only grin as the conversation became more and more heated. It almost looked as the two would fight. Lifting his arm to about the level of his head, Derge gave the signal to his crew and for the remaining cyborgs; it was the signal that signified the order to retreat as soon as the opportunity would arise.

Sangjo yelled as he thrown into a tree by his own captain Iken. His rage turned from derge unto Iken...the man who he would had once given his life for has now betrayed him. Sangjo got up from the ground. His injury from the impact was unknown since he didn't seem hurt. Either being thrown into the tree didn't hurt him or he was doing a very good job hiding his pain. "No I don't understand. I don't where my captain Iken went. The old one had balls would never let his crewmates die without revenge. No matter questionable motives you had we always followed your orders without question. We were ready to follow and risk out lives at your command, but I don't trust your judgement anymore. Iken...You are no longer fit to run this crew. I will take over Steel Village and replace you as captain. I will not have MY nakama die at your watch." Sangjo got up from the ground and soared toward Iken releasing a sonic wail toward him.

Iken wasn't expecting such a reaction from Sangjo so he was fairly unprepared for his attack. Although his first-mate made it pretty obvious to anyone that was watching. Even so, Iken would have never expected an attack from that person. Iken turned to face Sangjo at the last second, crossing his arms in front of his head and chest. He was just able to tighten and flex his muscles enough to use a weak version of his hard body technique. Although the powerful sound blast was able to break through and send the captain flying; or rather one of the two possible captains. Iken was sent flying at first, however he bounced once then landed, skidding on his back into the forest; the same area where Derge had hit him to before.

Iken was disoriented to say the least, not fit for battle to say the most. Blood was coming out of nearly every orphus or opening in his body. He could feel it trickling from his ears, and down his face from his eyes, and ever from his mouth when he exhaled or coughed. The positives thing, well at least in Iken's mind was that in the dense brush, no one could see how weak he was. All of the accumulated damage from the previous battles were evident; the internal injuries were all reopened by Sangjo's attack. The sort of power Sangjo uses, doesn't leave visible wounds, its all on the inside where no one can train themselves to resist. It truly is a fearsome power, and Iken was figuring this out quickly.

Iken took off his shirt and captains coat, he folded the shirt over a few times to create a square large enough to fit the front of his midsection. He then put on the coat and buttoned it up, using the waist belt to keep pressure on the stab wound he obtained from the cloud sword; it re-opened from all of the abuse of the day. With his sleeves, Iken wiped all visible evidence of blood from his body. From his ears, face, and tried to stifle it when he released a breath. The only evidence that anything was wrong, was how pale the young Yonkou was, however there was little to no chance that Sangjo would notice such a thing. With his composure regained, Iken stood back up and picked up one of his swords. At this point it didn't matter which one, or how many he took; so Iken just picked the most sturdy.

Iken walked out of the forest with his sword held up on his right shoulder. This time, he only carried one sword into battle. As Sangjo charged him, Iken slashed downward with the blunt of the sword. This created a powerful shockwave that cracked the ground to shoot towards Sangjo. Obviously, it wouldn't slice him like an airblade would, but never the less, it would still pack quite a wallop. "Blade Cannon" The attack would have somewhat of a squashing effect if it hit. Like being punched by a giant with anger issues.

Sangjo was not impressed that Iken would only use one sword. Did he truly think he can take him down with only one? Is Iken merely testing me or is he really underestimate me? Sangjo could see the ground cracking before him. This was the power of a yonkou Iken. Sangjo felt kinda scared fighting Iken deep down, but if steel was too survive he need to win. Sangjo released his own shockwave countering Iken's by yelling so loud breaking the sound barrier. The resulting clash between shockwaves created an explosion shaking the very island to its core. Cracks appeared spearding outward from the collusion of the shockwaves. The waves of the ocean began to fall back away from the island. Violent tremors began shaking the ground....

Iken had to literally stab his sword into the ground to keep from flying away from the tremendous blast. A tree in the forest behind him had been uprooted. Pulling his sword from the ground, he used it to stand up from the crouching position he was forced into. It was actually a bit disappointing that Sangjo had countered the attack, but at the same time it was something great to the Yonkou's mind. Sure with his attack being thrown to the side with such apparent ease, it was clear to Iken who the winner would be. However it shown that his nakama had grown more than he had anticipated. Even with all the pain, and the fact he had more of a chance of dying from the battle than he did of winning, Iken's smile had returned.

Iken had to make the battle look good, for Sangjo's sake; it's the least he could do to give the man a good battle. To hold power in the crew, he would have to put up a good enough battle so that the others would either fear or respect him enough not to challenge him. So far, so good, Sangjo's counter shown power and confidence; Iken couldn't have asked for a more explosively effective action. Iken began to spin his sword until a small whirl wind had built up. With it Iken swung his sword releasing it, allowing it to grow into his large sustained tornado attack. "Wind Demon's Sustained Curse" The attack carved the ground with blade marks as it made it's way to Sangjo. It wasn't as large as the one he used against the tidal wave, but he doubted the size difference would be all that noticeable. It would kill a weaker foe, but probably deliver no more than a couple nasty cuts to someone of Sangjo's caliber. In that, it was the prefect distraction, large, hurt like hell, and somewhat blocked the foe's view.

As soon as he released the attack, Iken ran towards the right. He seemingly drug his sword the whole time. Dust rose up behind him. However, Iken wasn't dragging his sword, he was cutting the ground as he ran. It ran deep with the amount of force he put into it, ever draining the little energy he had left. Iken then circled back and started the same direction again only to once again turn back. It looked as if he had changed his mind about indirectly charging his foe. In reality, Iken has just finished his preparations for his next move.

Sangjo quickly jumped into one of the many cracks where their shockwaves collided to dodge the tornado which had no effect underground. He streched his arms against the walls of the crack to prevent himself from falling to his doom. Sangjo kicked himself into the air unto the surface. Iken was preparing to do something. Sangjo had known Iken long enough to know to when he knew he tactics. Only what in the world was he planning? Sangjo decided to spin around preparing for his own new attack. The muscles in Sangjo's body spun so fast that it literally created a vaccum in the air replicating Iken's tornado attack. The wind began to spin around Sangjo sucking anything in a five foot radius.

[This is a late answer to Clear's post]

"I do not like responding to hypothetical questions. I talk with facts." the man said as he took his hood down, revealing his face. The man was a man with yellow skin, short red spiky hair and glasses on his eyes. His glasses were shining, hiding his eyes which were glaring at the woman that had just talked to him because he killed her fellow crew mate who was unable to do anything at all. "And I cannot see why you are talking to me, anyway. You were the ones who let him die. You could just step forward in order to block my arrow. You knew that he could not dodge in his condition. I am not the one to blame, mistress. YOU are the one to blame. You and your fellow crew mates who will probably rage at me because I took away the life of their precious crew mate... Or maybe... Could it be that you let him die? I know who that guy is... He is the commander of your fishman division. Now that I think of it... Yes... That could be the truth... You and your friends let that guy die because you were jealous of him. You wanted him eliminated because he had achieved something that you could not achieve. He was a commander of the Steel Village while you were mere thugs. He was giving orders while you were receiving. Well, I do not see why you would not want him killed at all... He was useless, he was trouble, yet he could rule you. I did you a favor by eliminating that old geezer! I know that you want to thank me instead of asking me why... Is it that you are scared of something so that you cannot tell what you want?" he completed, while raising his hand that was not grabbing his bow and he pointed towards the woman with it. Then, he stopped moving his feet, finally landing on the ground and his face was more visible to the woman.


However, as soon as he stared at Sophie and looked at her face, the man turned his back at her. He smirked and he said "Anyway... It seems that something is up... I got to go... See you later, woman.". Then, Geel started running and swiftly vanished from the spot, moving towards the direction where Derge Jr. was supposed to be having his battle against Iken.

Iken stabbed his sword into the ground in the middle of the area when he had been dragging his sword. He then used his flash technique to run back towards the trees. Iken then reused the technique, charging straight at the massive oncoming vortex. Just before he would have collided with the vortex, Iken grabbed his sword. He used the momentum and his massive strength to fling a large chunk of earth and stone he had carved out directly at Sangjo. With Sangjo's vortex technique, the earth would do a bit more damage if it would hit, as it would be sucked in. The mass of earth Iken threw was roughly the size of a giant.

Iken immediately fell onto his knees and vomited blood onto the ground. The yonkou staggered back onto this feet and wiped the blood from his mouth, leaving a small smudge mark on his chin. Iken used his sword as a sort of cane to keep himself steady as he regained his balance. "Ah damn, this isn't going too well. My body's breaking down faster than I though." Iken said lifting his sword to his shoulder once again.

Sangjo stopped his attack as the large amount of dirt flew toward him. He tried to run away from it though his dizziness and the size of the projectile alone made it nearly impossibel for Sangjo to dodge. Sangjo turned to use a sonic wail to push back the rock. This didn't work for it only slowed it down as it fell. This thing was too big even for sangjo. With the pirate stuck in place he could only watch as the rock slowly fell on top of him.

BOOM!!!!!

Sangjo yelled as the piece of earth crushed him. Lucky for him the rock didn't crush him completely, he was able to dodge most of it in a last ditch effort. Even though Sangjo is alive his survival will come at a cost. Sangjo looked behind him to see his left leg completely crushed by the large rock. He tried to pull his leg out only for it to detach from his body. The rock not only crushed his but even cut it. Sangjo began to weep as his left leg was half gone. He knew he would never be the same again. His carrer as a pirate could be well over....

"Well it looks like that's my cue." said the old man as he lifted his hand from Takumi. As the old man walked away, the young man would notice that all of the pain he had would be gone. The bruises, cuts, and burns were all gone. It was like the man had cast some type of magic on him while he was sitting there that whole time. For such an old man, he was quick. He cleared the distance between Takumi and Derge in about the blink of an eye. "It's amazing how you look like the demon father. All the genes that have gone into your making, and yet his are the ones that shine through. Well its the same with that kid over there." said nodding his head at Iken.

[Derge]

"What are you talking about, you crazy old fool? Also who are you, and how do you know so much about us? Come on spit it out, I don't have time for this." Derge ordered. Even in his current condition, Derge wasn't about to let and old man think he was stronger than him, it just wasn't something he could allow with such prideful ambitions. The old man responded by simply smiling and touching Derge's shoulder. Derge could feel some sort of sensation, and his pain began to leave his body. With a firm strike, Derge hit the old man's hand of and jumped back. Somehow the old geezer had managed to mend some of the damage to Derge's side. Derge could feel this, with his mastery of his fruit, Derge knew just about all that went on inside his body. Even though it was a seemingly helpful act, Derge still didn't trust it; he much preferred to heal it by his own means.

Derge used his flash technique to quickly get to Unholy's body. He picked it up and fled into a part of the forest, using the fight as the prefect distraction. With Geel and his heals, it would be foolish for anyone to directly attack Derge. His marksman would be able to handle any of that type of riffraff. Once out of site, Derge veered to the east to head to his ship. It was docked under steep cliffs, they were located fairly close to their current position.

[Iken]

Iken hadn't noticed Derge's departure, what with the battle and all, he would be hard pressed to. His own physical and emotional pain was clouding him to much, the only thing he was concerned with was, what was happening right then and there. Despite wanting to desperately, Iken knew he couldn't just run over and help Sangjo. He knew perfectly well, that the battle wouldn't be lost from something so simple. The minute he would let his guard down, he would be blasted with a blast powerful enough to end him, and Iken knew this to be true. Sangjo had one of those fruits, that weren't overly powerful, but still in many ways more deadly than any infinitely powerful logia.

Iken began to slowly walk towards Sangjo. His sword still held tightly against his right shoulder, it bounced a little as he walked. Iken's face shown little signs of emotion, not even a small wince of pain; despite all the pain he was in. His breathing was heavy and blood now more visibly than even dribbled out of his mouth. "So you think you can be a better captain than me? Do you really think going on crusades against monster like Derge that costs you a dozen nakama will keep them safe? Tell me brother, is it a better idea to wait for an attack from a defensive position, or is it better to attack head on; running into their wall of arrows? Is it better to be bound by honor or bound by sin?" Iken said shaking his head. "Brother, my precious brother if you want the crew, than take it. However I warn you now, taking on this crew isn't easy. There are few in this world who could handle all of the power it contains. Now brother, are you one of them?" Iken said stopping about ten yards in front of Sangjo.

GEEL (With Derge)

As Derge walked towards the ship, Geel approached him. The marksman of the crew was glad to see that his captain was safe and sound. Unlike the Steel Village, the Blood Stained Revolutionaries would be having little to no problems if they were killed. With Derge Jr.'s devil fruit ability, even if the crew was killed, they would get the chance to be revived at the cost of becoming the slaves of Derge, as long as Derge was alive. However, the Steel Village Pirates did not have that ability. Instead, if they were killed, there would be nobody to revive them. And as Maletrix was a member of the Steel Village, there was no way he would be revived...

"Hello, boss." Geel said, while approaching Derge. "I eliminated the crew's fishman commander... That old geezer is down for good... However, I did not bother picking up his body... He was so old that he was almost useless. Do you want me to get back to retrieve the corpse?" Geel continued talking and made a question to Derge in order to see if his captain wanted him to get back in order to retrieve the corpse of the flying fish fishman he had just killed.

"No, we have what we came for. Now that he knows of the son, Iken will surely set out to find him, and when he does, he'll be away from the protection of that bloated fortress he calls a crew. Once he's out of the picture they'll fall apart soon enough. Then we'll pick them off, one by one." Derge said dumping Unholy onto the ship. Derge then touched the blood oozing out of the belly would. Almost instantly the body was spurred back to life, well as alive as a brain dead puppet could be.

Sangjo yelled sending a fiery blast toward Iken "Do you think I just going to simply going to allow you to give it to me? No I'm going to take it. You can keep that crappy speech to yourself. I don't want to hear ethics and morals from a guy who allows his breathen to be killed." Sangjo looked at his missing limb which was bleeding on the floor. If sangjo didn't get medical treatment soon he was going to die.

Iken was certain he was going to see Sangjo's flame attack in the battle, and that's why he specifically chose the sword he did. Placing his hand into his pocket, Iken pulled out a small object and attached it to his sword. It was a flame dial. Spinning the blade, Iken created a small vortex that pulled the flame in towards the sword. Once the flames began to wrap around the blade, there were pulled into the dial and away from their intended target. Although not all of the flames were taken in, the amount that wasn't; dissipated into nothingness. Seemingly without effort, Iken was able to avoid one of his first-mates strongest moves, without take more than burnt sleeve or two.

He walked forward until he was about three feet from his first-mate and one of the few men he has ever loved like a brother. Iken stabbed his sword into the ground in front of him, driving it in about a foot deep. Stepping to his side, Iken walked around the sword and then directly in front of it. Then just like that, he sits down, using the broadside of the blade as a back rest. Looking into Sangjo's eyes, Iken smiled his usual grin before taking off his jacket and throwing it in between them. It was soaked in blood from the wound Sangjo has reopened. The shit he had used to slow the bleed fell into Iken's lap, it looked a lump of bloody goo; no longer resembling the fabric it was made out of. His eyes heavy and his face pale, Iken didn't have the energy to keep them open wide and bright as he would have normally, so the sagged and drooped until they were no more than mere slits.

"Well brother, I'm done. If you want the crew still, strike me down here and now. I wont stop it, hell I doubt I can." Iken said leaning his head back a little. His eyes were completely shut now. "Hehe, I'm going to develop a complex from this, I just know it. Every time I get close to someone, I call them brother; and they betray me. Derge, Kenjiro, you, all of you are the same in a way. Well like I said, do whatever, I can't stop you anymore." said Iken falling over onto his right side. With his eyes already shut, it was difficult to tell if he was conscious or not; or if he was even living.

Geel (With Derge)

"I see..." Geel said with a serious look on his face, while readjusting his glasses back on his eyes. While he readjusted his glasses, the glasses shined and hid his eyes, making him look creepier than he originally looked because of his unusual skin color. "So, I guess it is about time for us to depart, right?" Geel questioned his captain, seeing that he dropped Unholy's corpse back at the ship and brought it back to life. Without waiting for the answer of his captain as his question was rhetoric, Geel swiftly jumped high and landed on the ship's deck. He was ready to depart along with the rest of the crew.