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Capra nodded as the short woman spoke. She made plenty of sense to him, a sharpshooter wouldn't be right there in front of a marine base. He decided to head back into the wilderness, and continue his hunt for Dead Eye. But just before he could, a new voice called down to him, or rather the people around him. He turned to look at where the voice came from, and right there, before his eyes, was Dead Eye. He had seen her before, briefly. But not enough to remember anything other than the mask. But the mask, oh he remembered the mask, it was pretty much the signature Dead Eye look. No one could replicate the mask either, the countless fake Dead Eyes he had by chance met (and on some occasions killed) had all tried to replicate the mask, but none could. It was unique to the real Dead Eye. So Capra knew that this woman was his target. He was so excited that he hadn't wasted all his time, that he nearly missed the tension radiating off of the short woman for a split second. Nearly. She called up to Dead Eye after she expertly hid her tension, that was impressive. Clearly she wasn't some random civilian if she was able to mask her emotions so skillfully. Did she call her Anna? Huh. He expected something more intimidating, like...Well okay. He didn't know any names that struck fear into the hearts of men women and children or anything, but Anna was okay, he guessed. It took him a moment to even register what Dead Eye had said. He really needed to get out of his own head and start listening more. She had asked if he was a potential crew mate..

He connected the dots at last. Strange people on a prison island, the stranger who came running said he had a vendetta against the marines, another called the short woman sir. And Dead Eye was here, and asked if he was a potential crew mate. These people were almost definitely pirates! And then yet another stranger showed up near Dead Eye. A fair-sized crew, too. If they were all skilled, this would be trouble. Crap, he really just wanted to fight Dead Eye. Not paying attention to the rest of what the short woman said. Capra scratched his chin, looked to the ground, and began to think. Then he remembered that thinking was never his strong suit. He decided to wing it instead.

Capra's body began to grow as the short woman headed up the rope using her strange power. His muscle mass expanded, wool, and then a thin layer of grey fur covered his body, an even thinner layer of white fur grew on his face. Two small horns appeared atop his head. His feet became hoof-like, his arms extended, they were only a little shorter than his legs. What still struck Capra as odd, was despite the drastic changes, his clothing was still a perfect fit. He had asked the various members of the Underworld if that was normal for Zoan-type devil fruit users, and apparently it was. It still seemed really strange though. Capra crouched down, his body filled with tension, and he transferred most of that tension to his legs. The ground under him cracked in response. Capra checked to make sure his poleaxe was still there, which totally wasn't a nervous habit. (he lied) And in one motion, he stretched his legs out, and jumped with all his might. The ground around him caved in after he took off, and he practically flew over the prison wall, high into the air, like a speeding bullet, before landing on the edge of the wall, just in front of Dead Eye. [b][color=bc8dbf]"Hey, I know this is sort of sudden, but fight me."[/color][/b] He said straight to Dead Eye's face, it wasn't so much a request as it was a demand.