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[h1][color=Crimson]Xerxes[/color][/h1][/center]

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Location:
[*] On the Mental Floss near the Conomi Islands.
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Interacting:
[*][@Tsukoreyu]
[*][@malmshodes]
[*][@dragonmancer]
[*][@Ira]
[*][@Hillan]
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Xerxes ignored most of Melany's chatter. She blatantly stated the obvious,"its broken, well no shit it was, he could figure out that much on his own. As she went about dressing his wound, Xerxes idly created a small flame in the palm of his hand, electricity arcing off of it onto his fingers. The sheer intricacy of his own powers amazed him, the feats that a devil fruit eater could attain was limitless if they understood it. Xerxes allowed the flame to grow exponentially, more and more electricity being produced as the friction created from his skin and air molecules created a spark and static, this coupled together made up the essence of his powers. One could see the extent in which this was used.

He was about to fall deeper into the murky depths of his own mind, but Melany's words brought him back, something about pride, but Xerxes ignored her, he was more that capable of shelving it. [color=Crimson]"Thank you, Melany."[/color] he proclaimed, grinning at her as he flexed his hand. A stinging pain stabbed into his brain, but he was more than capable of dealing with it. Turning to Melany, he sighed dramatically, her care for Jackel and Maxro bored him, they barley did any work. Wordlessly, Xerxes reached out to grab the wheel but suddenly froze, his blood running cold before he grinned devilishly. Observation Haki was an amazing thing.

His head snapped to the direction of the Marine that appeared on the boats railing. In his head, a scenario played out, a shot at Melany, another at his shoulder. Xerxes' mind went at a million miles a minute, processing the information and quickly creating counter measures.

[color=Crimson]"You Marines keep telling us to surrender, but after blowing up 3 ships, knowing we were out numbered, you still seem to want to make that point clear."[/color] Xerxes breathed as he rubbed the back of his head.

Within seconds, the scenario that played out in his mind came to fruition in reality. Two bullets were fired, one at Melany and one at his shoulder. He could care less about the girl, but he liked his shoulder. Xerxes mad no move to attack or block, his powers did that for him. The friction layer a few inches above his skin did the work. As the bullet came in contact with layer, a small blast deflected it, exerting a force that equaled that of the bullet. 

Xerxes only watched as the gunslinger dissolved into smoke, covering the entire ship and lowering the oxygen level. [color=Crimson]"Is this supposed to scare me?"[/color] Xerxes whispered menacingly before sparks jumped of the surface of him skin. [color=Crimson]"Smoke man, you realize that you are still flammable in smoke form!"[/color] Xerxes proclaimed as he snapped his fingers, electricity crackling into the air and onto the deck. The smoke man failed to realize that smoke was mostly made up of toxic and flammable gases.

When a candle is lit, it is the wick that burns first. The heat of the flame melts the wax, the wick absorbs the molten wax and the hot wax vapors burn around the wick. When blowing out the candle flame, the hot wick keeps heating the wax on or near it. This is the reason why a smoke trail is formed. This smoke actually consists of very small dispersed particles of wax and other volatile products, making it highly combustible. Holding a lighted match within this smoke trail sets it afire and the flame "travels" to the wick. 

Xerxes recreated this process, the heat created from his snapping fingers ignited the smoke, setting the formally smoke man, into fire man. Not to mention he could set anything a blaze and it couldn't be up out through normal means.  No mattwr what form the snoke man took, he would continue to burn.