"How exactly did you get thrown in here?" Advent asked as he set his saber to his belt and the orb in his pocket. "I'll keep myself uninjured thanks. Shit like that would get me killed on the Grand Line." He pointed out as he opened the door, walking on the warden as he passed. As he got into the hall, he started to run, avoiding several marines who fired at him, kicking at least one of them in the head as he approached the front of the prison.

"Right, just gotta get out to the shipyard!" Advent laughed as he ran, bursting through the front door, only to see a middle aged man standing at the end of the path, the nearly six and a half foot tall man's jet black hair split down either side by two stripes. Advent noticed the man was dressed as a marine and smiled. "What, the last guy here's just an old man? That's disappointing!" He said as he leapt forward, punching the man right in the face.

The man didn't respond at all, not even dropping the bag of groceries he was holding. Advent blinked. "Er... Shouldn't you be falling down?" He asked, a bit confused as he withdrew his fist.

The man didn't even have a nosebleed, much less the broken nose Advent was expecting.

"Uh..." Advent started before getting kicked in the gut and flying back into the door.

"What's all this ruckus then?" The middle aged man spoke with a stern voice. "Why is a prisoner out here?"

"No, dad, I don't want any more, thanks," Advent mumbled, dizzy.