Rocket had taken it upon himself to jostle people around the bar for more food. Despite his greatest efforts, he was turned down at every table. He turned around in time to see Shunji talking with a young woman. He grinned, obviously misinterpreting the situation. “Haaahaha, get it in Shunji! “ He began strutting towards the trio, that is until Shunji suggested that they get ready to run.
He saw a flare spark from Shunji’s finger, striking a man in the very corner of the room. His hooded cloak began incinerating into the wind, exposing his Marine uniform and ball-cap. “Oi Oi! I didn’t know we had an audience!” Rocket pulled his left arm back, balling his gloved hand into a tight fist. White smoke began rising from his wrist. “Moku Moku no…” He smiled, seeing the fear that was instilling on the young Marine’s face. “White Bullet!” Rocket thrust his left arm forward, launching his fist off of his arm with a burst of smoke. The strike sank deep into the Marine’s gullet, smashing him through the Tavern’s wall. “Bwaaahehehahah! That’ll teach ya! Oi.. Shunji? Phorcys?”
The young Shipwright glanced around, only to notice that his nakama weren’t even in the establishment anymore. He slammed through the front doors, finally seeing his friends, and the giant brigade of Marines that had set up shop, awaiting their moment to capture the two big-bounty stars. He was met with a woman proclaiming that she was not going to let Shunji and him escape. He raised his smoker-covered fists into the air, screaming right back at her; “BRING IT OOOOONNNN!”
He saw a flare spark from Shunji’s finger, striking a man in the very corner of the room. His hooded cloak began incinerating into the wind, exposing his Marine uniform and ball-cap. “Oi Oi! I didn’t know we had an audience!” Rocket pulled his left arm back, balling his gloved hand into a tight fist. White smoke began rising from his wrist. “Moku Moku no…” He smiled, seeing the fear that was instilling on the young Marine’s face. “White Bullet!” Rocket thrust his left arm forward, launching his fist off of his arm with a burst of smoke. The strike sank deep into the Marine’s gullet, smashing him through the Tavern’s wall. “Bwaaahehehahah! That’ll teach ya! Oi.. Shunji? Phorcys?”
The young Shipwright glanced around, only to notice that his nakama weren’t even in the establishment anymore. He slammed through the front doors, finally seeing his friends, and the giant brigade of Marines that had set up shop, awaiting their moment to capture the two big-bounty stars. He was met with a woman proclaiming that she was not going to let Shunji and him escape. He raised his smoker-covered fists into the air, screaming right back at her; “BRING IT OOOOONNNN!”