Wealth, Adventure, and the Open Sea: A One Piece RP.(Arc 4: Porte Carlo.)

[Mr. Omega]

Higaldo was able to see Yoje coming, but rather than attempt a counter attack, he leaped into the air again, landing behind Yoje. He then jumped back, flipping through the streets, heading towards the docks. Just a little closer...
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Dokumaru took another hit to the face, falling over again, actually flying back a couple feet "GAAAH!" He got up, the injuries on his face even worse, and now with singed skin on his chest. "You little... I underestimated you! But I will NOT be made a fool of by a filthy human! Let's see you try and stop this!" He turned around, inhaling a large amount of air, and now the spines on his back began to extend, each a little shorter than a foot. He then jumped towards her with surprising agility considering his bulk and the fact that he was facing the wrong way. "Skewering Wall!"[hr]

Inshi had taken a couple hard blows, busting his nose and there were several loud whacks each time Hal hit him. However, after a couple blows, he managed to grab it. His grip was tight, but and he started trying to reach for his spear again, but quickly gave up. "It appears we are at an impasse, Mr... I'm sorry, I don't remember your name..." He knew he was still at a disadvantage, but tried to buy himself some time.

After a couple more seconds, a couple gunmen ran from one of the buildings, and paused when they saw Hal and Inshi. "B-boss?! You're alive?" One said in shock. Inshi grinned, thinking he now had the battle won. "My loyal followers! I need your aid! See this man on top of me? Shoot him! Shoot him now!" He barked at them.

The pair ust stood there, clearly not wanting to raise their arms against Hal, knowing he had helped them defend this island. "What are you waiting for?! Shoot him!"[hr]

"Oh fuck..." Peter muttered as Harligold threw his first punch, jumping low and trying to roll under the attack. He turned around and tried getting to the middle of the street, away from any debris and walls so he could have more room to dodge. "Ok, what now..." he loaded another round, aiming for Harligold's legs "Explosive round!" He fired a round similar to those he had thrown around the anchor. They were usually only really damaging in large quantities or hitting somewhere like the face, but he wanted to slow down Roger any way he could.

 

[CounterAttack]

In the time it took the fishman to get back to his feet, Marielle had managed to shuffle over to a small stack of wooden crates that had yet to be destroyed by the brute's charges and haul herself to her own feet as well. She was sweating profusely and leaning heavily on the crates, having grown tired as a result of both the fighting and whatever it was that was in her system.

The guy turned his back on her. What was he thinking? Even she could tell that that was a stupid idea... and then she noted the spines protruding from his back. If he hit her with that many spikes, she would be impaled on them. Marielle shuddered at such a fate. She didn't want to die. But... was it just Marielle's imagination, or did she feel less of an effect from the man's spines now? The feeling in her legs had abated somewhat, and she felt stronger. Strong enough to stand on her own, she thought. But such things quickly became irrelevant, given that her opponent was about to attack again.

"Let's see you try and stop this!"

Marielle had absolutely no intention of stopping the fishman's attack, far from it. The man might be able to turn in mid-charge, but doing so in mid-jump would be nigh impossible. As soon as she saw the telltale bend in his legs, giving away that he was about to jump straight backwards, she tried to dash to one side... though she could tell that her movements were still very slow despite being able to stand.

The fishman smashed straight through the crates where Marielle had been standing, missing her by about a foot or so. It was insanely close. As he landed back on his feet, she put an extra two feet between the two of them, bringing them back to arm's length. She spun to face the fishman and brought up both of her hands. Within the second, three distinct sets of shockwaves were released in his direction. Marielle wanted this fight over; she was giving it her all now, her willpower focused on maintaining the consistency and accuracy of her waves. If she had to kill the fishman to stop his attempts to end her life, then she was willing to accept that. It was him or her, and Marielle favoured the latter.

 

[GoWithDAFro]

Why can't I hit this guy anymore? Even though he hadn't taken too much damage yet in the fight, Yoje was wasting valuable energy to try to chase down Higaldo. Even after I beat him, I'll probably be too far away from the plaza to help anyone else out. But I can't just turn around now, or he'll be free to attack from wherever he wants. I'll have to keep chasing him, and just deal with whatever trap he has for me...After I try one more attack, anyway.

Yoje took a deep breath, and Shaved up to Higaldo. He used Moon Steps to maintain his speed. While still Shaving, when Yoje was about two feet away from the fishman, he unleashed a Tempest Kick with one foot. To Yoje, the blast was moving at its normal speed, but to anyone else, thanks to his timing, it was moving faster than a Shave, completely invisible to the untrained eye. Hopefully, it was moving too fast for Higaldo to track, or at least was able to catch him off guard.

 

[NeoAC]

Sammi's head was swimming, but she could still make out the men coming towards her, advancing on her weakened state. "What? Going to attack a girl without defencesh?" she started sound a bit drunk, the poison was making her slur. "Know what? I think we need ta fixsh that."

She perused the approaching pirates, the one to the right of the lead man had a decent looking katana. Compared to the bludgeoning tools the others had, it was the best of the lot. She brought her right arm back in a pitching motion, with more difficulty than she usually had, but she got it off, her ropes wrapping around the blade. The pain normally would have hit as the edge cut in, but there were other things taking precedent at the moment. She yanked the sword out of the startled man's hands and caught the sword in her left hand. Even as she took it in a traditional samurai grip, her arms were shaking, not able to keep any kind of rigidity as the spasms were starting to set in. Still, she stood defiantly in front of the *****'s lackeys. "Com get shome, assholesh," she taunted with a major twitch in her eye.

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

Hal tried with all his might to force the sheath through, but it was no good. Inishi held strong. They were indeed at a standstill as he had said. Suddenly voices could be heard approaching. Hal hoped that they were friendly, but those hopes were dashed when they referred to Inishi as "Boss". Of course the scumbag Yarrakona would back stab him now. As Inishi called out for them to shoot him, Hal closed his eyes and prepared to feel the bullets piercing him. Dammit... After all the shit I had to go through, it's all gonna end here? If I'd known, I'd have... Huh?

Strangely enough, Hal had not yet been riddled with bullets. He opened his eyes and looked up to see the Yarrakona were, in fact, not shooting at him. Instead they just stood there, not quite sure what to do it seemed. This was it. This was going to be the deciding point of this fight. His life was in the hands of men who were trying to kill him yesterday. But even though they were Inishi's men, Hal was the master salesmen. And this was going to be his most important pitch yet. "I already told ya, Inishi. The name's Hal Granada. And you'd better not forget again because I'm about to show you why I'm the best damn merchant to ever visit Lasklee." He told Inishi before turning his attention to Inishi's men.

Unfortunately, he couldn't really move without letting Inishi get to his spear so he would have to rely on his words alone rather than any persuasive gestures. No big deal though. Step one: Make them think they've already decided in your favor. "No, you guys don't want to shoot me. But you already knew that. That's why I'm still alive right?"

Check. Step two: Convince them they are right in deciding in your favor. Bonus points for making them feel smart. "And that's good for me obviously. But it's pretty good for you too. This guy turned his back on you already, on this whole island even. Sold us all out to Harligold and tried to blow it all up. If he didn't need you, he'd probably be spearing you dead right now. Of course, you guys have been in this business long enough that I'm sure you already figured that out."

Check and check. Step 3: Sympathize. "Now I know that this guy used to be your boss and that puts you in a bit of an awkward position. Believe me, I do. Don't worry, I'm not gonna ask you to hurt him or kill him or anything like that."

Check. Step 4: Make them an offer they can't refuse. "All I want you to do is bring me my sword. And my hat. I'm not gonna kill him, but the sooner I make sure he stays down the sooner I can get back to helping you guys defend your home. Sound good?"

Check? Hal couldn't tell if they truly couldn't refuse that offer, but he had used most of his favorite tricks to persuade them to help him. All he could do now was wait and see if that was as convincing as it had sounded to him.

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Roger silently cursed as his opponent rolled under the haymaker. He knew it was too slow of a punch for a fast guy like him, but he had been far too eager to simply end it. A mistake he would have to be sure to not make again. Before he could turn to take a few more swings, he felt the explosive round connect with his left leg and the resulting shock wave forced him onto one knee. Roger punched the ground angrily before rising to his feet again. This boy was toying with him, not going for the kill and simply trying to slow him down. Granted, a head on fight with Roger Harligold wasn't the brightest idea there was, but it still made him wonder what this guy was up to.

"You're quick and you've got some fancy bullets, I'll give you that. Let's see how you handle this though!" Roger said as he spun and leapt towards his opponent. Roger's goal was to step on the man's foot, then throw a few quick punches at his chest while he couldn't get away.

 

[Mr. Omega]

Higaldo was caught off guard by Yoje's latest attack, and when it struck, it left a large gash across his chest, which started to bleed. However, as he cried out in pain, he took one last leap and landed in the water. He started swinging around, jumping above the water every couple seconds, trying to keep a lock on Yoje. Let's try and end this quickly... he went deep into the water, and shot up like a rocket, bursting out to the surface, leaving a small trail of water behind him. Said trail began to form around his arm, almost concentrating like a drill "Fishman Karate: Breaching Spear!" He started descending, trying to hit Yoje with this new attack, extending his hand with an open palm forward. [hr]

As Marielle's attack ended, Dokumaru had smoke rising from his chest and his face had several marks on it, along with a large mark on his chest. He struggled to stand, but still seemed to be standing. "I will not... let myself be beaten... by the likes of a human!" he started charging towards Marielle again. He was running on fumes and rage at this point, all pain, sense and rationality gone from him, running like a mad bull, leaving himself wide open.[hr]

The gunmen took a moment to contemplate the offer, then one slowly reached over and handed Hal his sword. Inshi seemed to snap at that moment, all pretense of calmness gone in the blink of an eye. "YOU FUCKING MAGGOT! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?" He started thrashing, a sudden energy to him. At this point, though, the two had started trying to hold him down. "I WILL NOT SEE THIS CITY FALL OUT OF MY HANDS! I'LL SEE IT BURN BEFORE THAT DAY ARRIVES!" [hr]

Peter tried to step back, but Harligold stepped on his foot "Oh crap..." He guarded his face with one arm and his chest with the other, prepping himself for the inevitable impact.

 

[CounterAttack]

Again, Marielle barely escaped her assailant's attack. She felt him brush against her sleeve, it was that close. "Yes, you damn well will!" she yelled at the racist fishman as she spun around to face him. She had had enough of both this fight and his superior attitude: it was time to put him down and stop him from getting up. Nearby, she could see people gathering around Sammi, and the tailed woman who had been knocked out. Marielle wanted to keep her new acquaintance out of harm's way, if she couldn't fight... that wouldn't happen with the fat fish blocking her path.

Now aggravated herself, Marielle ran up to the fishman as he slowed down. Not bothering to throw a punch - she wasn't that strong - she simply let her powers loose once more before he could turn around to face her. Her trio of shockwaves smashed straight into the fishman's back from nigh point-blank range... and she hoped it was enough to at least put him out of the fight.

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

Hal silently took the sword, afraid to say anything in case he screwed it up somehow, and moved off of Inishi as his men even held him down for him. As Hal listened to Inishi's maddened rampage, he wasn't sure whether to laugh or feel sorry for the men who had followed him. "Shut up." He finally said, putting his foot down roughly on Inishi's chest. "Every word outta your mouth makes me want to break my promise to your boys and slit your sorry throat. I may be a bit of a conman, but I ain't that low. So I'll settle for this instead."

Hal swung his sword and smacked Inishi across the face with the hilt as hard as he could. Hopefully that would shut the crazed bastard up for awhile.

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Roger grinned devilishly as he saw his opponent panic and attempt to defend himself. "Heh. You've been hitting me pretty good with those bullets. Now it's my turn!" Roger said, aiming a punch at both shoulders and following that up with a headbutt, bringing his head crashing down at the top of his opponent's.

 

[NeoAC]

Sammi was swinging her newly acquired sword wildly, keeping the rapidly shifting pirates at bay. "Get back!" she ordered. "Get back, yous fuckin' bashtards! I'll fuckin' gut all of yas!" The swinging was uncontrollable, owing to the new twitches developing in her arms as she held the weapon.

One pirate stepped foreward, trying to regain his comrade's sword, but he only succeeded in getting slashed across the face by the poisoned woman. "I tolds yas! Shtay the fuck back!" Sammi repeated. "Tatsh what happensh!"

 

[GoWithDAFro]

Yoje smirked. So his plan was to use the water to attack me. But now that he's in the air, I have the advantage. He morphed back into a human and shot a Tempest Kick at Higaldo's face to stun him. Then he Shaved above him, flipped, and slammed his feet into Higaldo while morphing into a full kangaroo and activating Iron Body to put even more weight behind the attack. He planned to slam Higaldo into the ground at full force. Iron Stomp!

 

[Mr. Omega]

Higaldo tried to stab Yoje with his attack, but he locked his arms with his kangaroo legs and his tail was wrapped around his torso. He growled and started spinning he water around, but it didn't seem to do much. the attack dissipated, and the water fell through. However, his arm was wet enough to slip through Yoje's hold now. If I strike him hard enough and he lets go, I can get back into the water... "Fishman Karate: Hundred Brick Fist!" He struck Yoje hard in the gut, the force of which was enough to knock hi away upwards. Unfortunately, his arm snagged as it slipped through Yoje's leg, and he went spiraling towards the ground as opposed to the water. He crashed onto the ground stomach first.

Higaldo surprisingly enough was still conscious after such a fall, and managed to turn onto his back. Just in time to see Yoje come crashing down onto his stomach. There wasn't any time for him to make a sound or cry out in pain. Once Yoje got off him, he twitched a couple times, and turned back onto his stomach, dragging himself a couple inches towards the water before slumping down. All the surrounding pirates saw what had happened and backed away slowly, not wanting to mess with Yoje, charging back to the plaza.

Yoje Taruki VS Higaldo
Winner: Yoje​

[hr]

Dokumaru fell hard and grunted. He then let out a long, drawn-out exhale. His body seemed to start to shrink, and she could tell he had air in him to make him appear a lot bigger than he actually was. He gave out one last puff, every spine in his body, including those on his head had retracted.

Those watching saw what she had done and decided instead of attacking her to focus on the injured and try to get to town hall, taking particular haste to get a good distance from Marielle.

Marielle Villeneuve VS Dokumaru
Winner: Marielle​

[hr]

Hal's swing had knocked Inshi out cold, and he fell back. The two gunmen picked him up and started dragging him off. One of them kicked his spear towards Hal. "Good luck out there, mister." They started rushing back to behind the lines at City Hall. More of Harligold's men ran through the opening, which was getting bigger every passing minute. They saw Hal and were unaware of what he had accomplished, thinking him to be an easy target.

Hal Granada VS Inshi Yarrakona
Winner: Hal​

[hr]

Peter yelled out in pain as Roger struck his shoulder, falling onto his back after the headbutt. Shit! I'm lucky he didn't break something... need to get him away... he aimed his gun forward, clicking multiple triggers and aiming at Harligold's face. "Overheat!" Suddenly, a large fireball spouted out of the larger barrel of the gun.

One of the central components in his gun was a small shell that seemed to store and release fire. He normally kept it to working on the firing mechanism, but he also had modified this gun since its creation to have a nice little surprise: if he activated all the triggers at once and held it down, the flames would be shot out like a mini flamethrower. It only lasts a couple seconds, and afterwards, he can't fire the gun again until the inner metal cools down or he risks screwing up something important, and he wouldn't have time to fix it. And if he really overdid it, he'd run out of fire, and the trigger mechanism would be useless. He didn't like using this move, because it limits his options afterwards, but it made a good crowd-clearer.

As the flames came out, he started trying to scoot backwards to get a little distance between the two of them.[hr]

Many of the people involved were completely unaware of the ship to the Northeast that was slowly coming into view, heading towards the island.

 

[GoWithDAFro]

Yoje panted heavily as he reverted to a human, clutching his gut. "I didn't think he could punch so hard. He was falling, and I had my Iron Body. I could've taken a lot more damage than I did." He looked back in the direction of the plaza. There was undoubtedly still fighting going on there. Sammi and Marielle had been fighting in the east, so he decided to see what was going on in the west. "Ugh..." He winced in pain and started running back to the plaza through the western streets. He didn't want to use up any more energy Shaving there.

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

Hal's first order of business was to retrieve his hat, tipping it to the gentlemen who had been so kind to help him out before putting it back on. After that, he went to grab Inishi's spear that had been left behind and began examining it. "Hmmm... This is some quality work, that's for sure. I guess that's to be expected from a mob boss like Inishi though. Yeah, this should fetch a pretty good price. Or maybe I could use it. Had me on the ropes pretty good for awhile there after all. Either way, I guess this spear and the beating I gave him makes us even."

As Hal continued to admire the spear, he didn't notice more of Harligold's men approaching until they were practically right next to him. "Hm? Uh, didn't you guys see me beat one of your bosses? You're supposed to be avoiding me since I'll kick your ass just as good, aren't you?" Hal asked, barely even glancing up at them.

His dismissive attitude did not sit well with the pirates, who proceeded to charge towards Hal while brandishing their weapons and shouting angry curses at him. Fucking hell... I take down the former leader of the Yarrakonna family, and no one even notices? Plus there's still the big guy over there. I guess I gotta do something about that. If I can. Hal thought as he raised the spear to block several attacks that were coming his way, not having the time to go for his sword and not wanting to waste any more energy with Shave if he didn't need to. With a grunt of exertion, he pushed their weapons away with the shaft of the spear and followed up by swinging it in a wide arc at the pirates in front of him. It was much heavier than the sword he was used to though, and he stumbled forward awkwardly after only hitting about half the pirates. "Not bad... It'll take some getting used to though." Hal muttered, dropping the spear and putting his hand on the hilt of his sword as he backed away from the remaining pirates.

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Roger was thrilled to see he had his opponent on the ground and on the run.... Until he was staring down the barrel of gun. His excitement turned to dismay even more quickly as a massive burst of flames erupted towards his face. Feeling the heat begin to burn his face, Roger quickly threw up his gauntlets to block the rest of the flames and stepped back. Unfortunately, that maneuver left his arms very burnt and heated his gauntlets to the point that the stone was searing his hands. Howling in pain, Roger ripped his gauntlets off as fast as he could and threw them on the ground. Not good... It'll be awhile before those gauntlets cool off enough for me to use them again. And my anchor still has those bombs on them. I guess I have no choice to use the anchor now.

Roger backed slowly away, trying to get back to his anchor. If he could reach it and throw it before his opponent could blow him up, he might be able to turn this around still. "That's quite the impressive gun you have there. And there aren't a whole lot of people who could take a punch from me and keep fighting. What's your name?" Roger asked, trying to buy a bit of time to reach the anchor.

 

[Mr. Omega]

Peter tried to back away as well, hoping to buy some time. "Name's Peter Tew. They call me the "Gadget Fiend", but honestly? I'm not too crazy about that name..." He knew that if he tried to get up, Harligold would try and attack him, and he'd ill-suited to defend himself. "The gun's my own creation. This is the fifth incarnation of it. Made all sorts of modifications and tweaks..." He was stalling, hoping he was far enough to get onto one knee, starting to rise.

He noticed Roger going for the anchor, but couldn't really think of anything he could do about it. I just need a couple more seconds... please just keep up the slow speed... he looked away, and tried to get Harligold to talk to buy a little more time "So I'm wondering... what's next? What's after Lasklee?"

 

[CounterAttack]

Marielle paused for a moment, taking the few seconds' respite to catch her breath. However, she averted her eyes from the prone fishman, who was either unconscious or dead, one of the two. Her hands had started shaking... that was strange. She turned her attention to Sammi: the axe-wielder had managed to sit up against a wall, and was fending off a few pirates. Marielle hurried to defend her comrade, releasing shockwaves as soon as she estimated herself to be in range.

The pirates assailing Sammi scattered, afraid of her bizarre power. Once she was sure they were gone, Marielle hurriedly knelt down beside her, shooting a glance at the tailed woman as she did so. "Sammi, are you okay? What happened?" she asked.

 

[NeoAC]

Sammi was still violently swinging her "found" sword when blue blasts came from seemingly out of nowhere. The pirates that weren't burned fled like the rats they were starting to look like. Once they were gone, the weapon fell from her shaking arms. It was getting hard to stand.

As Marielle came running over, Sammi was on the ground, her legs joining the rebellion the rest of her body had initiated.

"Sammi, are you okay? What happened?"

She nodded towards the tailed *****. "Thatsh bitches done shometing," Sammi spat out, literally, saliva was starting to fill up her mouth. "I dunno, I dunno what, but she fucking did shomething. Thish place ain't been good to me. You....you should probably getsh shome help, Blue."

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

"Peter Tew, the Gadget Fiend eh?" Roger muttered as he continued to back up. He had never heard that name before. He couldn't be bothered to remember every low bounty poster he happened to see after all, although that was coming back to bite him it seemed. Roger quickly scanned the horizon, hoping to see that his men had broken through and were cleaning up the resistance in the center of town. No such luck though. Either they were having a hard time or he just couldn't see them. Either way, it was back to buying time.

"After Lasklee? Isn't that obvious? I'm going to head for Porte Carlo and destroy the Marine outpost there. Once I've done that, there will be no one left in all of West Blue with the strength to even think to oppose me. Even the World Government will be forced to recognize my power then! And from there, my influence will only continue to spread. The worthless Marines are already helpless against me! If all they can do is run and let civvies and other pirates try to stop me, these seas are much better off without them. Don't you agree?" Roger couldn't help but grin broadly and laugh as he told Peter of his ambitions, the same ambitions that even fishmen like Dokumaru and Hidalgo had been inspired by and believed he had the strength to carry out.

He had stopped moving back now, as he had felt his foot bump against his anchor about halfway through his speech. He took extra care to position himself between it and Peter to ensure it couldn't be blown up and gripped it behind his back in one hand. "You know, I could use a guy like you Peter. You're resourceful, determined, and tough enough to keep me on the ropes for awhile. But you have to know it's only a matter of time before you run out of tricks. Join my crew and you'll be rewarded with whatever you desire! But your only reward for trying to defend Lasklee will be my anchor caving in your skull. I promise you that." Roger added darkly to the end of his offer. He gripped the anchor tightly, ready to use it at a moments notice should Peter refuse.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Grana smiled, as if laughing to fate's little joke when the pirates began to swarm him. "Joy. Not only did I have to fight off a Paramecia user, I have to hold off a fishman battering ram while fighting all these pirates with a useless arm. This is why I don't like believing in higher powers." Grana began to desperately consume air, trying to regain all that he lost during the fight with Yedaj. As the pirates formed a circle around him, Grana slowly bent down and took back his sword from Yedaj, as well as pocketing the latter's brass knuckles. Grana winced as the multiple injuries sustained that day began to throb. "So help me, if I get out of this alive, I'll start practicing my sword style once more. I'm relying too heavily on my Devil Fruit to survive on the Grand Line." Grana sheathed the wakazishi and brandished his katana. He glanced towards the barricade, where he knew both Hal and that battering ram of a fishman to be.

Grana decided to call out to Hal, knowing that he had little to gain from this situation, but everything to lose. "Hey... Granada, are you there? Feel like teaming up? I don't know about you, but after a fight like that, I'll get bored with nothing but peons! So how about we split the bill, as it were?" Grana sounded quite brave, but in truth he was at the end of his rope. It was taking just about everything he had to sustain the portal. "And I need to conserve my strength as much as possible, in case I need to throw up a second portal to keep out the fishy." A brave fool charged Grana alone. "Ghost-Style: Resonance." Grana slid into the stance and loosened his grip on his blade. As the man approached, Grana flipped his sword's blade towards the ground, and slashed up. He cut the man with almost no resistance whatsoever. The man crumpled at Grana's feet, another body bowing to the grey tyrant. The other pirates backed off slightly after seeing how easily and how callously Grana killed. "Good. Maybe if I can keep this up, they'll all run away. Hope springs eternal, as they say." Even as he said this, Grana marveled at the strength of his sensei's sword style. "Why have I abandoned this style for so long? The most basic technique, and it cost no more energy than to swing my arm! I hope I get out of this alive, if only to perfect this style!" Grana grinned, a gruesome sight considering the blood covering his blade and body.

 

[Mr. Omega]

"I don't do well with following others. It's part of the reason I became a pirate in the first place: makes getting around all those stupid rules that much easier. Still, I imagine Porte Carlo wouldn't be as easy... but I also imagine there's more to your forces than what are here." He started kicking his legs around, waiting for Harligold to strike. "As for the whole thing of power and influence... good luck with that. Not interested. Sounds tedious." Ok... he probably knows he can grab that thing without too much risk... this isn't going to end well... but I can still work with this...

 

[CounterAttack]

"Oh, hell's teeth," Marielle cursed as she listened to Sammi's slurred speech. She shot a look at the tailed woman whom Sammi had been fighting earlier; the blade on her tail was partially covered in a mix of Sammi's blood and some kind of whitish substance. A poison of some kind, probably, like what the fishman's spines had done to her... Sammi's explanation confirmed this. She needed to find some kind of cure or antidote.

Marielle got up and hurried over to the woman who had poisoned Sammi. She was still unconscious, and thus wouldn't mind a quick search. Marielle promptly rifled through her pockets and pouches in case there was something that looked like an antidote. She found a few vials here and there, and set them aside, careful not to break them. But there was nothing that gave away what she had used to poison Sammi, nor was there a universal antidote or anything.

Marielle swore a second time. Sammi was in danger, even when not under attack. And it looked like everyone else was preoccupied... she doubted there was much that they could do, unless they knew what was affecting her. There was another solution, but it was crazy to do so. She could wake up this poisoner and get her to cure Sammi in exchange for her life.

This kind of thing was not Marielle's area of expertise: she didn't know how to convince a pirate to co-operate. But it was the only way to be sure that Sammi was going to be alright. With that in mind, Marielle began to roughly shake the poisoner with one hand, hoping to wake her up. She pinned down the bladed tail with her other hand, in case it moved. A reflex action could cause it to stab her and poison her in the same way Sammi had been afflicted.