A Paradise Welcome

**Date Started**: November 20, 2022
**Date Completed**: Ongoing
**Previous Role-Play**: N/A
**Next Role-Play**: N/A
**Users Involved**: User:Bizarreyo, User:TheGoldenBuddha
**Setting**:(Paradise)
**Timeline**: N/A
**Characters Involved**:
* **Bombastic Pirates:** Figahro
* **Marines**: Gryff
* **Other Characters**: Onu

## OutPost, No Post

*‘Come on gryff!’ an assortment of young boyish voices shout in excitement, ‘you won’t catch us at this rate and will be it for three days straight’ this time a single voice exclaims. A group of 5 boys are running through dilapidated streets, flipping and jump through the countless obstacles ahead off them while the young gryff audaciously opts to crash right through them as he struggles to catch up to the other boys.*

‘Come on guys slow down a-bit’ gryff exclaims with a grin, he surprisingly doesn’t mind being last fiddle as long as his having fun, but that doesn’t mean he ain’t trying to catch the others.

The rackets off the boys can be heard all over the dilapidated town overtaking the creaking noises of unhinged doors and signs as well as the whistles of the wind piercing through cracks. This went on for the whole day right to the point were the sun meets the horizon. Gryff surprisingly has cornered one of the boys at the edge of a hill.

Huffing and puffing gryff exclaims, ‘Come on Digi I got you cornered just let me tag you’.

Digi, clearly also tired as his chest expands and contracts, just looks at gryff with his head tilted through his Tengu mask not uttering a single word.

The other boys arrive behind gryff one of them utter to the rest, ‘I bet you, my dinner servings that gryff finally tags him’.

‘I’ll take that bet, easy dinner for me’ the other one says .

Gryff and Digi stare each other down, ‘I’m tired of this waiting around’ Digi says and charges right at Gryff.

Gryff looks shocked at first and lunges forward, his arm out palm inching towards Digi.

Ring Ring Ring Ring, every thing comes at a sudden halt as the sound of ringing fills the atmosphere, ‘it’s time for you to wake up, we will continue this later’ digi exclaims.

Eyes springing open, on top of a bed, an all grown-up gryff lays all sweaty, a beam off light creeping in through the rooms curtains revealing its morning. “Who could be calling at this time” gryff exclaims with a grumpy bass as he gets up and sits on the edge off the bed and reaches towards his bed side table answering the den den mushi.

‘I guess I woke u up?’ The voice on the other side deduces, ‘with u sleeping in I guess everything is running smoothly ain’t it gryff-senpai’

‘Well there ain’t much action in a shut down outpost’ gryff says, getting up and stretching as he opens the curtains to let the light in, ‘even the weather is boring, day in day out clear and sunny skies’.

‘That doesn’t sound to bad’

‘Then you come here and look after this bullshit’

‘Oh don’t you worry senpai, I will be coming there later on today to pick up the last batch of things and your post there will be officially completed’ the man says.

‘So today will be my last day’

‘Yep that outpost will be shutdown…and you’ll be transferred somewhere else’

‘Nope, today will be my last day as a marine officer, I’m leaving this life behind’ he says…’should have actually retired along time ago just like the others’.

‘You were the one more suited or should I say comfortable with the life of a marine…it didn’t surprise me nor did it surprise the others that you chose to stay’ the man explains.

‘Ha ha ha ha, is that so well the thrill ain’t there no more son, pirates not even rookies travel this route no more…there is a reason this outpost is getting shutdown’ gryff clasps his hands, ‘the times move quick and if you aren’t wary they will leave you behind…that son of a bitch told me that and only today do I feel I know what he meant’ he says with a grin.

‘Sounds like him’ the voice said over the den den mush.

‘Well if it’s my last day let me go get a drink’ gryff says as he hangs up abruptly with sigh, and gets ready to go out. Shuffling out of his pyjamas and putting on his standard uniform just leaving out the spiked gloves and spiked shoulder pad. He makes his way to the exit passing, the few left marine officers unfurnished rooms filled with moving boxes. Exiting the building he is greeted with a sight he has seen countless time a beautiful view of the town below, the out post was built on a hill overlooking the only town on the island, a strategic location in case of any trouble.

The island of Swizzle, an island sitauted around the onset of the grandline and known for its amazing alchol and great bars, but through out the generations its frequency of visitors both of the positive and negative kind has greatly decreased, once a pivitol hold has now been decreased to a floating rock. Though it seems on the on the horizon a ship seems to be making its way to Swizzle.

Sailing towards the island was an orange ship, Falkor, bearing the jolly roger of a circle with teeth and a snake. "Oi, we're about to make it to land, Moma." A fit man with a cool demeanor, asked to a sleeping effeminate fellow. Walking over to him, Figahro shook him up, waking him up exaggeratedly, as if they were about to die.

"Here we can stock up on some cash, and get some money, after what happened..... getting over here wasn't easy, but we can't stop at the pace we are at right now." He told Moma, with a look hinting to ambition in his eyes.

As the ship entered the bay and neared the town, it’s rather bleak appearance would be hard to miss, one would not think to find adventure here. The dock scarce of life, as a singular old man fishes at the edge whistling away a familiar tune to many, it was binks sake.

“Now ain’t that a sight for sore eyes” the old man exclaims, “when last has dear old swizzle been graced with the presence of pirates” the old man waves at the ship welcoming those aboard.

Observing the reactions of the citizens and visitors of the island, Figahro could tell that they were fixated on him landing. "..." Figahro stared blankly at the dock, reconsidering if he should'e made a more silent entrance, nonetheless Figahro grabbed his swords, and went down, leaving the sick Moma behind. Approaching the old man Figahro tried to ask for some information on the island convincingly, without coming across as wicked or dangerous.

"Yo vet, know if this island under government protection?" He asked, looking around then looking onto the very log pose that sent him to this island.

"government protection, government protection, government protection..." the old man repeats senilely as he looks down below at the few fish circling his bait,"...if you look up on the hill there young pirate fella that should answer your question" ontop the hill overlooking the town a bot of the marine outposts building can be seen accompanied by a small bit of the marine logo.

"Now tell me young pirate fella...whats your name and what brings you to dear old swizzletin?" the old man asks, the island itself is refered to as swizzle and its sole town swizzletin as shown by a old hanging sign at the end of the dock which is the entrence to town.

"Shit, how unlucky am I?" Figahro said after looking in the direction the old man told him to look at. "My log pose sent me here, my Holmes is sick, and I'm down on money and food." He continued while looking down in despair.

"a Sick crew-mate...now aint that a problem the seas arent treating you kindly...no doctor onbaord i assume" the old man says in fragments,"yall lot must still be starten up...a doctor you'll find one in town at the local clinic and for money and food just head on over too OLD SHEILA thats a tavern in town any info worthwhile in swizzle is sure to be found there" the old man suggests.

Scratching his head, Figahro let out a deep sigh in spite of this awkward conversation. "Well thanks a lot sir, I'll be going on my way now." Figahro waved to the geezer, and continued to walk towards the town. It was a very small town, with barely any residents out and about. Presuming that Moma's sickness would grow better later, he decided that getting some food was of upmost priority right now.

"A tavern..." He said looking around with his hands in his pockets. Figahro stopped in place after being cornered by some men looking to mug him.

"Oi oi oi!" one of the men said, "You didn't come here looking for a fight didn'tya?" Tonguing with each word as if he was an animal looking for a treat.

Figahro whipped out his sword, and slashed them up quickly with no remarks. "I'll take this." Scourging the man's jacket pockets, he found a map. "Thank you." Figahro grinned at the unconscious bodies of the robbers. He continued to look forward for a tavern, going down many alleyways and streets, thinking he was lost, until he found a sign that read OLD SHEILA. Walking into the door, he looked around and surveyed the area.

### OLD SHEILA

OLD SHEILA, the heart of swizzletin and recently a contrast to the town itself, Figahro would recognize this as he entered, the tavern was lively the atmosphere filled with the high spirits of the patrons who were drinking, eating, smoking and singing, a rather unique looking man with dreads is on the stage filling the bar with jolly tunes and sitting by the bar the loudest in the tavern exclaims, "Drinks on me today...drink till you cant drink no more" and the taverns patrons sing back cheers.

"Just make sure you pay the bill, officer gryff" the bar maiden says, "or Sheila won't be to happy".

"Don't you worry your soft self sonia, i intend to pay it off full" gryff says drunkinly, reaching into his pocket and dropping a sack of coins on the counter, "that should take care of the first couple of rounds".

"Tis a lively place." Figahro said walking to the bartender, "May I get some drinks? and some food if you serve any." Figahro requested, knowing that his fee would've been paid by the guy announcing it earlier minutes ago. "This is a pretty odd place..." He looked around.

"Odd you say...cant deny that choice of wording" Sonia the bar maiden says, dropping a jug of rum infront of fiery headed individual, "we got stew and some meat, what would the newcomer prefer?" Sonia asks.

Figahro, being not so much of a fan of meat or stew, wanted to ask if they had anything else, but he reluctantly chose the stew, as to not be picky and demanding. "I'd get the stew please." replying to Sonia.

"Coming right up" Sonia says flirtatiously smiling at Figahro.

"Your really just picking between two pieces of Poo neither one is really delectable, the rum is actually whats good, do i dare say its the best across the seas" Gryff approaches Figahro with a drunken gaze, he can smell some blood on the towns new arrival "the names gryff how do you do lad?"

Caught off guard by the man speaking to him, Figahro awkwardly stared at him for a second "Nice to meet you Gryff, my name is Figahro." Introducing himself with his orange eyes glowing bright in the bar. "Preciate the insight." Figahro replied to Gryff's opinion on the food, "Guess I'll see for myself if it's valid." Figahro waited for his food and rum.

"here you go" Sonia places a bowl of stew onto the counter, it smells and looks quite delicious but appearances can fool its quite a horrid dish.

Gryff still looms over Figahro drunkinly, the stench off blood has him curious about the newcomer but his drunken state is one in which he can't fully process info, whilst patting figahro on the back with uncontrolled force he says, "Enjoy swizzltin young lad...though dont enjoy it too much or youll have to deal with me". He smiles and stumbles back into the center of the drunken frenzy.

"Don't mind him...his just like that with alot of the newcomers" Sonia states, "you should have seen Onu he was shitting himself" she chuckles.

"Really Sonia?" a soft raspy voice says, belonging to the dread headed boy Onu, "TMI darling, T...M...I" he plots himself beside Figahro "Can i get a refill on my milk" he requests of her. Onu arrived on the island a few days ago looking to make a few coin selling his designs but ended up working a job as a musical entertainer for OLD SHEILA.

After stuffing his face with the stew he crossed his arms around his head, relaxing. "Onu?" Figahro said showing slight interest at the name, wondering what could've made him so talked about.

Onu, sitting crosslegged on the barstool, shifts his head to the bright eyed boy, he tilts his head thinking to himself, *"why exactly is he saying my name"*..."curios are you, that's what i liked to be called...what do you liked to be called?" he asks.

Figahro coldly gazed at Onu. "You were here this whole time huh?" Asking a rhetorical question to Onu. "My name is Figahro." Sipping some beer he finished off.

"Fi...gah...ro" Onu breaks the name apart curiosly, "do you care for that name?" he asks nonchalantly, not a question one asks but Onu doesn't seem to care.

"Come on Onu, did i not tell you not to ask such a question so straightforwardly...your so weird" Sonia returns with the milk Onu requested, and places it infront of him. Shifting her attention to Figahro, "thats the exact reason, Gryff over there was ticked at him".

Figahro chuckled a little bit, "I didn't need to know that, but I do like that he's honest and says what he's thinking on his mind, people like him are a treasure in this controlled world." Looking into his glass, Figahro spoke as if he had something else on his mind as he uttered those words.

Sonia gives Figahro a disconcerting look, "You mistake his actions as arrogance, when Onu is quite literally tone deaf when it comes to socializing...its like he grew up all alone" she explains.

Onu hears this but is silent for a bit with a look of deep thought, "funilly enough, thinking back, you could say that" he says nonchalantly. He then turns his gaze back to Figahro, "you still haven't answered the question...do you care for that name?" he asks again.

Being confused by the question, Figahro didn’t know how to respond. “I guess, I mean who doesn’t care for their name.” Says Figahro, not knowing if he was asking about his way to address him or if he cares about his status.

"You see...no different an answer than mine or gryffs" Sonia says.

"True...though one day i might get an answer that is different" Onu sighs, there was no right or wrong but Figahros answer was one he heard quiet often. He chugs his milk, "So, since Sonia thinks i have done you wrong with my question...why don't i play you a song i am the entertainment, what would you like to hear Figahro?" Onu asks.

”You’re a musician?” Asked Figahro with interest, “Id like to hear some of that Bink’s Brew.” Figahro told him.

"Well thanks to my parents as absent as they were...did invest both my siblings and I into the arts so music is one of my many artistic talents" Onu explains as he gets to his feet, "I only learnt binks sake recently but i believe i can pull it off" Onu heads for the stage.

"On...." Sonia tries to intervene, "Binks sake...i have a bad feeling about this" she says laying her hand on her head.

### Music is an outburst of the soul

Onu sits at the piano on stage, and prepares himself. For someone who isn’t a professional he very much conducts himself as so, straightening out his back, placing his hands on the keys and taking a deep breath in, all to drown out the noise of the taverns drunken frenzy, as of now all he hears is muffled noises.

Onu begins with a slow tempo, *Plink* he strikes the first note *Plink* he follows with the next note and continues, the piano overtakes the noisy patrons accompanied by a sense of familiarity. As they begin to admire Onu and his graceful playing.

Gryff on the other hand seems to not like the song, that has been chosen and his temper is quickly rising in a drunken rage.

Onus’ way of playing seems to dictate the atmosphere, with a low tempo the song is admired as a ballad but that’s not the type of atmosphere a bar is needed and as he progresses towards the beginning of the lyrics he increases the tempo and the patrons seem to follow suit as their spirits increase. With a sudden pause a smirk can be identified on Onus’ face as he sends his hands down upon the piano and with an abruptness the whole bar begins to sing.

Figahro was captivated by Onu's mastery of the piano on bink's sake, "Now that's how you bring up a mood." He said while watching everyone singing along.

Plastered on Onus face was an ear to ear grin with his pearly whites showing, his eyes filled with an uncomfortable sharpness he had a different air to the Onu who was sitting at the bar.

"Stop this" Gryff utters, his words getting drowned under the singing, his facial veins buldging, the air around Gryff was increasingly getting more unstable only those with honed senses would sense this. "no no no...why are we singing this" he whispers to himself.

Looking at Gryff, Figahro was confused and angered that Gryff was demanding to stop this song. “This dude really killing the vibe.” Wondering what’s his problem.

Gryff stands up from his seat, he downs the remainder of his ale. Being an extremely traditional marine gryff doesn't like anything to do with piracy. "STOP THE SINGING!!!" he shouts, this time his voice envelops the tavern overpowering the singing of the patreons.

The Patreons of the tavern go quiet du to his voice sending shivers down there spines, "Thank y-" gryff is interupted *Plink Plink Plinkink* Onu is still playin the piano.

Onus grin was wider, his eyes were rolled right to the back he was completely fixated on the musical piece he was doing, oblivious to everything around him.

"Lad, stop playing the Piano" gryff demands but no response from Onu. He starts walking towards the stage, "anything to do with piracy should not be indulged, as a marine *Burrppp* i will do my duty" he exclaims.

"Tch." Figahro grunted prepared to do anything if Gryff stepped out of line.

Gryff, continuing his walk, begins to form a fist. "Lad...stop your playing" gryff exclaims with a strain to his voice, he has had enough...unexpectadly in the eyes of those in the bar he suddenly appears beside the piano on stage his fist already making its way downards with extreme force aiming to destroy the Piano.

Onu continues to play the piano, so focused he doesn't feel the looming presence of gryff beside him.

"Oi, ONU!!!!" Figahro said, looking at the stage, "YOU HAVE TO WATCH OUT!" he said warning Onu.

**CRASH** Gryffs fist goes right through the piano, the force splitting the piano in half gryff swipes his hand to the side sending one half flying into the a wall.

Onus eyes roll back into place, he looks down infront of him tilting his head in confusion at the decimated piano "Ooo, what a shame...it was a fine piano" he turns his attenion towards the patrons who all have expressions of shock, with a smirk and an embarrased look he says "Im sorry, i get a bit carried away" seemingly coming to the conclusion he did that to the piano.

"No you dummy!" Sonia shouts at Onu.

Still on stage with him Gryff huffs and puffs, his intoxication clearly getting the better of him evident from his flustered expression and dazed eyes, "you are a pirate arent you Onu" gryff says, "it is my duty as a mar-burp, to capture any pirate i can" he grabs Onu by the neck and holds him.

Figahro was stuck between not interfering with the situation, or to do so. Questioning if he really needs to face Gryff, considering he only met him and Onu not even less then an hour ago. As the whole bar was running around in a crazed panic and shock, Figahro was able to carefully get through everyone running, without being noticed and was able to make it backstage. "Hey, put him down. Gryff." Figahro told Gryff as if he was telling him an order.

“Buzz off, not just anyone can order me” gryff says as he turns to face Figahro, Onu still in his clutches, laying his eyes on Figahr, "oh its you, what was yo-*burp*-ur name again figa-something"

Onu struggles to force himself from Gryffs grip, *"what is with this gezzer"* he thinks to himself, legs dangling.

"Guess since you don't wanna put him down, I guess I'll have to put you down." Figahro smirked swiftly pulling out his main sword Okuizo, he moved behind Gryff, and used the back of his sword with force, pushing it downward on the shoulder Gryff was holding Onu on.

"Crazy old man, can't even think straight." After getting Onu free he made sure to not get off guard or sidelined about the enemy in front of him. Targeting his sword onto Gryff as if he was a bullseye.

*THUD*, Onu drops to the floor he is coughing struggling to catch his breath.

Gryff, who is definetely abit out of it is to slow to completely follow figahros movements currently, resulting in him not realizing or deducting that figahro is behind him. Okuzio pierces him, right through his clothing reaching his body and starts to dig into him but as soon as the blade made contact with Gryff, he manages to react grabbing Okuizo with his other arm before it can go any deeper, "First Blood", gryff walks forward removing himself from the blade and turning to figahro whilst still gripping the blade, blood filling his hand, "so you and the pirate are in cahoots".

Regaining control of his other arm, he raises it and forms a chop with his hand "i may not draw blood but i sure as hell will break something" sending it downward towards Figahros shoulder.

"GRRGH" Figahro said as the chop hit him down his shoulder, reverberating the shock throughout the body. "Fuck." Out of the zone, he was shaking holding his blade with his left hand instead of primary dominant right. He engraved his sword into the floor and made the wooden floor rise up into wooden spikes. "Must be prepared for anything on the sea..."

"Griha ha ha ha ha...swordsmen are all the same never letting go of there precious swords" gryff laughs confidently waving his arms around before stoping and looking at the cut on his hand, "but that is a fine blade" he admits, he trained his body to the max and even in old age it hasn't afeected it but Okuizo has cut him not once but twice.

"These spikes are in the way" he exclaims placing himself in a stance holding his fist in one hand ready to send one towards the spikes between him and Figahro.

"Come on gezzer, just calm down" Onu who is back on his feet jumps up and sends a kick right for gryffs face, "lets put you to sleep before to po much is damage is done".

Th kick connects but has no affect on Gryff taking the full force with ease then grabbing Onus leg "Lad your body is feeble and your technique is subpar" Gryff swings onu around by his leg before sending him flying into the wodden spikes Figahro created using Onu to remove them.

"Shit." Figahro said realizing he set himself and Onu in jeopardy by placing those spikes. Dashing to save Onu by cutting the spikes in time, "This is our battle, less talking more fighting." Edging his sword into the ground he lunges himself towards Gryff and whilst in the air he attempts to perform a downward swing right to his cranium.

'Ahhhh' Sonia sreeches as Onu flies past her, who instead chrashes into the bars counters. "did he have to fling me so easily, its embarrasing" he utters wiggling back onto his feet.

Gryff chuckles drunkinly, still on stage he reaches for the remaing half of the piano grabing it clumsily and placing it in the way of Figahros swing, Okuzio cleanly slices right down the piano, though as the pieces seperate, gryff lunges at Figahro his arm extended frontwards and his gib hands open attempting to grab Fihahros head and smash him to the ground

Figahro glides past Gryff's arm, by jumping over him pressing Gryff with his right hand. Grabbing a random wine bottle, Figahro uses his devil fruit powers again , and throws a bomb at Gryff, trying to explode it in his face, to use it as a sneak.

Gryff turns trying to follow Figahros movement but is met with the bomb, *Boom*, exploding right in his face, and a clod of smoke erupts.

“Where is it…” Sonia asks herself as she fidgets behind the bar counters, “Sheila said it is somewhere here”

Onu looks at her, “Sonia darling, you should get out of here it’s not safe” he suggests as he lifts his right hand the palm facing the ground, around it a golden yellow lightening protrudes, the 5 rings on his fingers start to shake, he flips his hand, palm facing the sky, and like magic a golden ring appears floating in his hand , a product of his devil fruit.

He takes his left hand and hovers it above the ring, then simultaneously moves both hands away in the opposite directions, the ring begins to expand in size reaching the size where an average human body can jump through. Moving his hands back together he begins to move both in a circular motion and the ring begins to spins.

All the smoke from the bomb begins to get sucked in from a singular point, as it decreases the cause is revealed to be Gryff, who is laid flat on the ground on his back and is inhaling all the smoke through his nostrils. “Such an amazing aroma!”.

Wasting no time to respond back or chit-chat with Gryff, Figahro lands on Gryff's stomach and implants his sword, Okuizo, into his mouth as he's laying flat on the ground. "That's the last thing you'd smell." He solemnly said with an air of power around him.

As he looks up at figahro, a single sweat appears on his forehead “Suth bragacho (Such bravado)” Gryff exclaims through the sword, “fithing fur a pirate(fitting a for a pirate)” he grabs the sword with his right hand his thumb pressing firmly on its side, his grip tremendous but with out a proper grip technique a sword a fine as Okuzio would slice easily, his thumb acting as support. He begins to push the blade out of his mouth as the veins in both his arm and head begin to bulge, with his words becoming clearer “but bravado is wasted on the weak…” he exclaims as his drunken aura fades and a powering one dominates.

Onu who is now walking towards the two with his ring spinning beside him, halts in his spot, feeling both the powering air from the two, with an unimpressed expression he thinks to himself, “meatheads”.

Gryff still griping Okuzio tightly, balls up his left hand into a fist, veins bulging and his muscles beating rhythmically, he sends a straight ouch right for figahros abdomen, he has the reach though stops his punch short, in which an abrupt force of air erupts from his fist, ***Rockellla*** which if not dealt with would not only send figahro flying but deal internal damage.

Onu stands by watching, his lack of battle experience results in in him not fully grasping the situation, deeming gryff punch easy to deal with.nd

Figahro noticed that Gryff was going to lunge a hefty punch at him, and he positioned his sword in front his fist, to block the attack flowing through the air. After blocking Figahro took two steps back and rushed to touch the lights turning them into flamethrowers, and aiming them in position to scorch Gryff.

Gryff, bites his teeth together looking at the palm of his hand, which was sliced at a big cut across it, with his pinky and ring finger sliced clean off, only way Figahro could have forced the blade from his grip. *“That blade is finer than I thought”* he thinks to himself as blood splurges from his severed fingers.

“Not only do you possess a blade that can cut me, but you have interesting abilities…Lad you possess the abilities of the sea devils don’t you?” He asks.

From above Gryff, a shiny gleaming golden ring appears dropping down onto Gryff, centring him in its centre, then shrinking and bonding him at his chest with his hands by his side.

“Now you will remain calm” Onu exclaims, with both hands clutched together, “thanks for getting distracted…as a little disclaimer the more you move the smaller the ring shrinks” he says righting his clutched hands and simultaneously the ring shrinks.

“Oh…another with special abilities” Gryff says with a surprised expression, “fitting that pirates sell there souls to the devils of the seas” Gryff says, showing he knows nothing of devil fruits even in his old age.

"You fool, getting caught up in your own bravado, I was willing to turn a blind eye to you and not make a scene, but you have sullied me and plunged me into thirst for battle now." Figahro said with veins popping out of his hands, he turns over to Onu, noticing his powers "You think that's gonna finish him off?" Trying to confirm if he should leave the battle or attack furthermore.

“There we go…showing your just a couple of punk ass blood thirsty pirates” Gryff chuckles, then groans as the ring that binds him tightens.

“I said don’t move” Onu exclaims with a bit of timidity in his voice, “and no I don’t think it will, ‘finish him off’, I’m not trying to, I’m just trying to calm him before he gets too unruly…well more unruly than he has been” he explains to Figahro.

“Huh…lad you should be a bit more ruthless like your pal here” Gryff says, noticing Onu hesitance, as he gradually begins to try and free himself, noticing the Ring is connected to Onus hands.

"If you're not going to go ahead and take initiative, I won't just lay back here." Figahro told Onu as he whipped up an flying sword slash into the air targeting Gryff, "I won't show you any sort of mercy." Figahro looked at Gryff with a look of disgust of his impudence.

Onu remains still, he doesn’t take any action to prevent the slash from reaching Gryff as he looks away.

Gryff notices Onu, and his grin turns into a frown of disgust, “tch…so your the worst type of person…” he begins as he spits on the floor, “you don’t mind others doing the dirty work as long as your hands are clean” he exclaims, vagus arm veins beginning to bulge as he exerts more energy into escaping the binding.

Onu suddenly shows signs of struggle as he struggles to to keep his hands clasped together…*”His actually forcing my hands apart”* Onu thinks to himself.

Gryffs face begins to turn bright red, as he successfully begins to loosen the bindings, “lad be prepared you are my primary target as son as I losses this binding” Gryff expresses and without surprise shouts out as the binding loosens.

Onu losses control of the ring his arms seemingly thrown to the sides uncontrollably as he falls to the floor, Gryff over powers him, the ring expands (Surpassing the size of the tavern itself) and moves uncontrollably as it destroys everything around it also dealing with Figahros oncoming slash.

Gryff first moves, as he appears above the grounded Onu, he isn’t smiling as he clutches his hands together above his head, “the world is better with less people like you” he expresses, as he falls down aiming for Onus abdomen, aiming to crush his bones and internal organs.

Figahro couldn't stay watching Gryff attack Onu, "OI OI OI!" Alarmed by the oncoming attack, Figahro bounces forward, dashing inside the tavern to the area where Gryff and Onu are both present. Trying to react at a speed as fast to counter Gryff, he attempts push Gryff out of the way aside of Onu by using the sheath of his blade then forcing him into a one-on-one battle.

Onu can sees Gryff falling towards him, placing his arms in front of him in a panic.

Gryff ready as he swing his clutched hands together downwards as he nears Onu,**Wreckella**, the force of his attack being felt even before making contact…but never landing. Figahro successfully intervenes his sheath making sweet contact with Gryff on his side, with his center of gravity focused elsewhere and no grounded support Gryff is pushed crashing through the wall of the Tavern and landing outside on the Street.

Onu’s hands seem to be shaking uncontrollably as he struggles to get them under control.

"You good man?" Figahro said, seeing Onu's reaction to the situation, "Don't get all fidgety now, the enemy still is at hand." Figahro dashes outside of the tavern onto the street where Gryff is, seeing the advantage the new expanded battleground in the street, he uses it to its full capability distancing himself from Gryff and going straight for the kill, positioning his sword near his waist, he prepares for a speed-blitz attack to launch on Gryff.

Onu tucks his hands into his armpits, *”Damn it…why now”* he thinks to himself, standing to his feet he heads for the bar and surprisingly grabs a bottle of rum, and begins to down it.

### Figahro vs. Gryff

Gryff springs back to his feet, “Woo!!!” Gryff yells in a hyped manner. He turns and spots Figahros’ blurry figure approaching him, his battle instincts telling him to put up his arms and he does just that placing them in front. A long cut appearing on his forearms and gryff biting his teeth in pain.

"All that I have to do is end you in three simple strikes, old timer, you're way past your prime." As he got nearer to Gryff, Figahro turnt his back, and aimed for another shot with his Okuizo this time, he was trying to go for a close-ranged attack to his gut.

“*Pfft*”, Gryff expresses some annoyance towards Figahros words knowing there is some truth in them, “you youngins with your unwarranted pride, I have been traversing the seas for decades lad” Gryff exclaims, “your fast but your swordplay is ultimately still predictable” he spins, stopping and sending a fierce overhand punch right for Figahros face, using his battle knowledge to time it, using his size and reach to his advantage.

Figahro refusing to engage in even more conversation with the man, he wholeheartedly focused himself on landing a second hit on him for his attack to work. The punch that Gryff threw right at him, connected, landing his heavy fist right on Figahro's face leaving a red bruise mark for the time being. Immensely annoyed by this he swings Okuizo with all of his might, pressing down upon Gryff trying to do a breaking attack, to dispel any type of block he'd be able to think of, and cut right through his arm.

Gryff, rather than even attempting to block Figahros attack, he chooses to chain his attack with another, using his big stature he slings his body forward then sends his head down attempting to headbutt Figahro in the face. Knowing figahros attack will land if he chooses to continue his slash, Gryffs headbutt making will make contact before the sword can cut any deeper.

Lifting his head down, Figahro then pushed himself from Gryff, allowing him to evade his attack. "Headbutt is as predictable as it can get.", unsealing Komari Nuku from the pockets in his jacket, Figahro held the strange dagger projectile in his hands, positioning it as if it was a gun to shoot Gryff with, shooting it the bullet dissected itself into miniature sword slashes, each riddled with poison, moving fast enough to cause visible stretches in the air.

Gryff had a look of surprise as, Figahros abilities were ones he has not seen before. The surprising expression did not last long as he reacts prematurely and gets a slash right in his shoulder. He dodges the rest barely escaping their slashes but opts to avoid them all by leaping into the air.

"Even now, you still resist the tides of change, and continue to struggle against destiny." Figahro says as he walks up with Okuzio scraping the very ground they're battling own, causing sparks to come up on the blade's point. "No hard feelings, but you've really managed to piss me off after what you did to Onu. I can't handle those who can't control their own anger."

As he nears Gryff who was leaping into the air, Figahro deducted that Gryff has been wasting his stamina this whole entire fight, dodging all of Figahro's attacks at very high speeds, knowing his body was way past his prime it would break down. Lifting his sword up he looks dead at Gryff's eyes, with a look of contempt. "I even considered you a friend when we met."

Gryff lifts and extends his hands out to his sides, “no I understand, time waits and yields for no one but lad letting things such as time and destiny control you is silly…” he exclaims with a bombastic aura his arms begin to bulge rhythmically and increase in size, “…so just as when I was younger I will surpass the limits I have been bestowed with and lead by example” he finishes knowing this is his final attack with a deep breath in his arm increase in size one last time as they look like they are about to burst as his muscles begin to force tears in his skin.

As he falls down towards the ground, he sends his arms towards each other with an excessive amount of force, the poison that has infected him begins to take it’s toll as his veins green in colour begin to buldge but it doesn’t stop Gryff, as his hands meet the energy built up in his muscles begins to visibly get transferred to his hands and a sudden loud clap echoes through out the town then a dead silence.

**Hurricane Ella**

And out of nowhere a miniature hurricane like force exudes from his hands, the force comprised mainly of air gnaws at and decays the surrounding area (the ground, buildings) at an excessive rate making its way right for Figahro. Aiming to completely incapacitate him.

"Since you are pulling out your all, I guess I should use my signature now too. "**Melas** **Olethros**" He announced the attack's name swinging his blade in front of him and slicing upward creating a black gigantic air slash drowning the space around them, trying to encapsulate everything in his fighting style with this one slice. "Drown in style." He said glossing down at Gryff's body to see if he survived the affects of the attack.

Figahros Slash, one filled with a great amount of technique even if not as powerful or destructive as Gryffs, it had more of a finer quality to it slicing Gryffs attack in half and simultaneously dissipating it.

**Melas** **Olethros** Continuous to travel right for Gryff as he tries to lift his hands in an attempt to block, even if futile but can not do so, looking at his arms his arms are riddle with deep tears and his muscle ruptured severely, with nothing but an unavoidable attack making way Gryff simply chuckles bombastically and doesn’t say a word.

Figahro stares deep into the abyss, not saying a word either. As he looks around he walks forward to Gryff's body to examine the man's body. He sees that Gryff is left incapacitated with his eye sockets turned white, and slash marks all over his body.

Bursting out the tavern is Onu, his expression that of a frustrated individual “all I wanted was to sell my clothes but no, I get forced into entertaining at a bar then physically assaulted by a drunken marine” he exclaims in anger due to Gryff resurfacing something from his past. Halting as he spots Gryffs lifeless corpse and Figahro standing above it, he approaches and checks Gryffs pulse “Christ…this isn’t good”.

"What isn't good" Figahro says as he unsheathes his blade onto his back. Standing with his arms crossed. "I just killed the man who was threatening you this whole entire time."

“Do you expect a thanks?” Onu stands up adruptly, despite Figahro being correct, Gryff had been trying to kill the both of them though Onu never really expressed any animosity back, he turns around and looks up at Figahro, “is it that easy to snuff another’s flame” he questions although his words don’t seem to be directed towards Figahro.

"I mean I don't really mind." Figahro responds to Onu's questions. As he looks down towards his palms, "I have took lives countless of times, to the point that it's just like blowing a birthday cake." Kneeling down paying his respects to the dead warrior, Figahro had no feelings of repulsiveness towards Gryff really, it just wasn't the day. "In the sea, there's way too many warriors who lose their life at the wrong time or early on, but I'm glad that you were able to go out with your reputation still upheld. Salutations."

Onu side eyes Figahro, he feels a bit of sympathy for his Figs first comments, many people live different upbringings and fortunate for Onu his came with the luxury of a peaceful childhood, well a somewhat peaceful childhood.

**Wee Woo** a siren blares coming from the old marine outpost, “Pirates are in the town please remain in your homes as the marines handle the situation!” those words repeated out loud.

“Way past due…” Onu says to himself “…figahro you need to go they are going to be looking for you” Onu warns Figahro, foolishly missing the plural in the word pirates which he is definitely included in.

"Nothing that's all too different from what I'm used to." Figahro chuckles a little, biting his lip, he was getting panicky, still not having any supplies for him to go back onto the ship now, and being wounded from his battle with Gryff. "You think you can help me evade? I don't plan on leaving this island until I stock up, life at sea is really dangerous if you don't play your cards right."

“Well I have to repay you somehow” Onu places his hand on his forehead then runs it down his face “What exactly do you need to Stock up on” Onu ask, as he removes two of his rings from his fingers.

"I'll need some grub to last me a while, and probably rum too." Looking around, staying alert as to see if anyone would be approaching them at this moment.

“I assume as a pirate you have no qualms with where you get such things, and if so-“ Onu points his finger towards the OLD SHEILA, the tavern, “-that is the closest and the easiest way to get the supplies you need” he then begins to move his fingers pointing towards the sound of the siren, “then there is the marine outpost…which has all the supplies you will need and more, I was planning on grabbing something from there but Gryff was the main problem now that you dealt with that it’s easy pickings in a sense.” he says with a different tone from that he had before when speaking on Gryffs death.

Taking in the information in account, Figahro wasn't taking the time they had left for granted, "What are we waiting for!?" He told Onu as he hurries into the OLD SHEILA, barging back in he sees the owner of the restaurant cleaning up the place, and frightened. In his head he was still evaluating if he should ransack the place or kindly ask for the food and beer. Clearing his throat he turns back to Onu.

“Some hesitation?” Onu states as he looks at Figahro his words aimed at him Onu looking a bit disappointed, spotting Sonia behind him “Oh Sonia darlisorry for the mess” he says brushing past Figahro he whispers “you want me to handle this”.

"My apologies." Figahro said to Sonia, following right behind Onu.

“You bastard!” Sonia shouts, striking Onu in the head with a fist, “look at all this mess you caused…if I didn’t know you had no money on you I would charge you for the damages”.

Onus eyes pop out his head, “Ehhhhh, come on Sonia” rubbing his head *“goddamn she should have fought with Gryff instead”* he thinks to himself.

”don’t worry figahro…you were just trying to help Onu” Sonia says.

Figahro looks at Onu in his head questioning why Sonia hit Onu instead of him. "I shouldn't be let off the hook, all this damage will cost a lot of repair money, I don't know if business will still be running well here."