[@Jageroux][@Infichi][@Great Sogeking][@Classpet]

Holy shit! It was a giant cluster fuck that ran rampant throughout the entire bloody town and among the chaos was Roma running through the streets somehow laughing. Boy, as expected of a yonko to throw such a shebang from an execution no less! Whatever angle that guy had, he only confirmed what Roma already knew, but man what a stir up did it make! [color=fff200]"Heh, oh man I'm ever glad I took a detour to see this! Now let's see what-" [/color] Bursting through the wall of a restaurant was an oven that level with Roma's head. Needless to say, the mass of metal smashed against Roma's head and knocked him off his feet. Typically that would kill a normal human being, but Roma wasn't exactly normal. The captain of his one man crew stood up and rubbed his right temple, glaring at what seemed to be a fishman going on a rampage. 

His left eye twitched and he cracked his knuckles as he tried to contain his anger with a rage filled smile. [color=fff200]"This mother fucking..."[/color] The palms of his skin secreted a dark pink ooze and his arms suddenly stretched out through the hole the oven came through. He grabbed the support beams in the kitchen and he flew straight towards the fishman feet first, performing straight towards his face. [color=fff200]"Eat fishdicks!"[/color] Was probably what the fishman heard before his face was met by the soles of Roma's shoes. The force of the attack propelled the two of them through the kitchen's wall, smashing a hole in it followed by blasting through another wall by the restaurant's entrance. The poor fishman flew far, straight towards a certain barber named Barbert. 

Meanwhile, Shauna was right by them and was caught in the crossfire, more or less. A huge wad of that dark pink substance, something that was very sticky and smelled of gum, landed on her chest. As for the bunny mink, Jam, she would've just seen two men flying out of a restaurant, a fishman and a guy with large amounts of goop on his palms. 

[@FellbloodFool]

Two pirates had seen the quirky assassin fall on the dead bodies and rushed over to him quickly, their rifles aimed at him. One of them was a short, thin man with a comically long nose and lacking most of his hair save for a few strands of brown hair at the top of his chrome dome. The other was a huge, burly man with with a bushy brown beard with a huge bulbous nose poking out of it and majestic locks of hair flowing down his shoulders. They certainly made an odd pair of pirates and most likely underlings from Fenir's crew. Their captain's jolly roger, a wolf skull with an eye patch over its left eye and a three scars going down through the patch, was sewn onto their clothing.

"You, snow head, are you a marine or an enemy of my captain?!" The shorter pirate said with a nasally high voice. It seemed like he was a bit of a coward trying to put on a big act; his knees were shaking, eyes shifting, and sweat dripping. It was almost like watching a chihuahua acting like it was a big dog. 

"Um, Olaf? Don't ya think that's a bit excessive? Pointing a gun at him and all?" The burlier pirate asked with a doping, deep voice. 

"Shut it Sven!"