[center][h1][color=red]RED HOOD PIRATES[/color][/h1][hr]
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[b]Bogard Sunny x Drum Island [/b]

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[indent] Where was he? Was the single most important question on Bogard’s mind. So much was going on, the explosive booms of Xerxes blasts coalesced with the officer’s afterimages and lightning quick movements. He was simply too fast for him to comprehend.  

He knelt on the ground and shielded himself from the oncoming debris, watching intensely at what he believed was the focal point of the marine’s efforts. 

It wasn’t like he was paying much attention to himself or Dirk. Bogard scowled at this but quickly realized he didn’t have the time to do as much as he thought. 

That split-second that had summed up to the end of his onslaught against Xerxes had offer Red Hood a profound moment of clarity and vision. He saw the Marine slam his heel into the ground and recognized the harsh, concentrated slices of power shot off from his foot. The moment was close at hand, so close that he could practically taste it. 

It was so strong infact that he literally grinned in the midst of battle. 

He brought up the only defense that would offer him an offensive option as well, his mechanized arm would have to do. The blast collided with his arm, sliding his feet through the snow. But in the same instance he raised his flesh hand towards the officer and felt the burgundy hue in front him, he felt it in such a intimate way that he knew it was some kind of preternatural connection that bonded him to the color.

[color=red][b] "Red-Red Pin Cushion"[/b][/color]

He willed the burgundy suit to skewer the man’s flesh from between the white-astral light of the six powers clashing against his arm. The metal cracked with an acute splinter  causing him to lose his concentration. Its the fingers disassembled and the rotor of his wrist malfunctioned. Instead of aiming for his heart the burgundy suit scattered its long, triangular needles.

[color=red][i]Was he actually expecting this? Was he expecting any of this? Was he prepared for the unexpectedly powerful, spontaneous combination that I'm witnessing right? The power of Devil Fruits were just too much sometimes.[/i][/color]

Bogard shielded himself once again from another explosion, a storm whirl of gray racing across the field to collide with Xerxes. [color=red][i]Dammit![/i][/color] [/indent][hr]