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[h3][color=#b28f00] Nabil.[/color][/h3][/center][hr]
[color=#b28f00][b] “T[/b]sk! [i]You[/i] get in[i] my[/i] way and expect me to surrender? I’m fighting a dumbass.”[/color] 

Nabil shook off the twinge of uncertainty that drifted from the pole the marine was using. It was something to wary of but he was more pissed off that the Captain had dashed off towards Marxo. It was bothersome but at the same time, he suppose he didn’t mind kicking some low-class ass. Following the quirk of wariness, Nabil tensed his arm to hold the pole in place before taking preparatory step back.

[color=#b28f00][b] “A[/b]tsu Atsu no Mi,”[/color] he said with a finality in his soft voice. His pulled back arm glowed red as a column of heat billowing heat extended from it. The heat that billow from became ominous as the warm air molded into medieval ax, its form enhancing his range. [color=#b28f00][b] “G[/b]uillotine.”[/color] 

It took only the length of those quick words for him to whip it through the air with intentions of bisecting the poor marine. As his arm swung horizontal in the air, the edge of his self-made Ax had become red-hot. It could cut through a sheet of metal, given a second or two of time to do so. 

[@Yorutenchi]