Franz heard someone saying something and as the door flew open, he noticed a den-den mushi. Most of his attention was taken by the fist in his chest however, that sent him flying. The fist in question, as well as the rest of the man's body, was covered in armor with gems inserted throughout the designs. The man (smith?) spoke in a grumble "So, yo're the one who is next. Weapons aren't gold here. Instead, I'm taking your life!"
"Well, shshsh... you seem to be the only one left here." A quick look confirmed the statement. Everyone had left the restaurant quietly. "And for fun... well, I can't offer much. What I can offer is a little excitement." Before Max could react, the man threw a match at the ground. Flames shot across the floor, soon filling the building. The bartender drew a black sword from the ground as the air filled with smoke. "Time for the show to start!"
"You were really in a hurry, weren't you?" Seraph turned to find the first person he'd seen in the marketplace to be the same one who had greeted them. Lectore leaned on his spear. "You know, usually we would split you guys up but you guys just kind of wandered off on your own which was quite helpful." He had a den-den mushi at his side, an item he certainly had not displayed earlier. "Well, swordsman, time for you to meet your maker. Out of curiosity, are any of those swords worth anything? I'd hate to lose out on something because I damaged them."
Two sets of footsteps alerted the pirates that someone was approaching. Well, two someones. One was the dusty man Meden had seen earlier at the bar. The other was a large man with a pot belly. He wore simple clothes that didn't cover up much other than the bits you cover up for modesty's sake. "Those the two, Dusty?" Dusty coughed out... well... dust. "Yeah yeah, those are them." His voice was thin and he coughed often. "And my name's Drast, not Dusty!" "Okay Dusty. You, garbage boy! We don't tolerate competition! I'm the enforcer around here and your dues haven't been paid!" He grinned "So either pony up 100,000 Belli or I'm taking it out of your hide!"
A bright light blazed into existence, blinding Zeebz for a moment. When it died down, he saw a man covered in a white material. His clothes looked like a standard gi but they blazed with light. He wore nothing else but a headband. "Hey! Bug boy! You made me waste a lot of time tracking you down! The scouts told us about you but you never showed up! And I don't like walking! Too much trouble! You have to move constantly or you get left behind! The ground just keeps moving! And while the ground moves the sky stands perfectly still! Still like water! And that's what I'm going to grind you into! Paste! Which will dissolve in the water!" He was red in the face as he finished and gasped for air.
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