Chester had broken out of the room following Reno's escaping. One Reno had gotten clear of the Azure Company building, Momo had gotten back on her feet and was shouting at the soldiers to kill Chester, and 40 or so Azure Company guys came at him, the full force of their soldiers charged at him, and Chester was ready for them, his feet placed firmly on the ground as they all charged at him, leaping and swinging their swords, closing his eyes for a second, he could feel the vibrations of everyone taking off from the ground, each step echoed through him. 

A couple of minutes passed, ever so often, a limp body was thrown over the wall, as fighting was heard from inside, yells and cries, steel clashing and gunshots rang. Loud cracks and vicous snaps, but eventually, all was quiet. Inside of the courtyard stood but one man. And it wasn't the pirate whom had caused this mess. It was a man named Irvin. Irvin was from Melonberry, a man who had been forced to join the Azure company at the threat of death to his family. Whom, in the end had never attacked Chester, he had disobeyed his orders, and he was the only one who had.

That's why when every vibration struck his peers, when each blade was struck out of their hands and was sent flying, none of them hit Irvin, where he stood with his blade drawn. Not one hair on his head had been moved as he was paralyzed, incapable of taking any kind of action, his morals wrestling with his orders.

That was why he hadn't stopped the pirate from leaving, he hadn't said a word. But once the pirate had left, he dropped his sword and fell to his knees, his knuckles white from the grip he had on his sword, his legs shaking and his back full of sweat. Tears streaming down his face. 

Chester had a bottle of beer - that he had stolen from a table in the compound, where two thugs had been spending the time drinking beer and playing cards, only one beer remained, and the pirate made damn sure to get it.

He made his way to Reno and Lina, where the dozen of bodies laid. Stepping over the limp bodies of the beaten men, he chuckled. "See, told you it would be fine." He said, drinking from the beer, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Well, I suppose we should clean this city up. We've got a week to prepare before Cerulean gets here. I checked out the compound, there's nobody in battling shape left there. They've got a lot of sugar they still hadn't shipped off." He off-hand mentioned. Before shining up.

"I need you to make me booze out of that!" He said with a smile.