[Center][H1] T H E  M A R I N E S[/h1]
[h2] 99TH DIVISION[/h2]

[Color=Slategray][h3]Johnny[/h3][/color]

[b]A few Clicks away from Drum Island[/b]

Interacting with:
Everyone on Drum Island.
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The Black sailed ship known as the Grim Reaper, home of the Dark Blade Pirates, lead by the twin brothers Sange and Yasha, both of which were famous swordsmen, knew for their impressive combat skills and their swordsman ship, wielding blades made out of the same metal the legendary Mihawk - some 80 years ago, made his fame with. The two stemmed from the Northblue, and the Grim Reaper was a ship housing 20 pirates, all swordsmen of some renow, the total bounty of the crew would go over 250 million bellies, quite the sum, for a crew that just arrived in the grandline. Sange and Yasha, the two twins, had bounties of 100 Million each, but all the posters wanted both of them, for 200 Million, a very impressive mark for bounty hunters.

Or for a Marine Commander, patrolling the maximum security prison this side of the grandline. As the new battleship, Unforgiving Justice, set it's sights on the much smaller ship. The Marine shit fired at the pirate ship, the swordsmen cut the cannon balls in half, returning fire, but eventually, the firepower of the marine ship would win out, demolishing the sails of the Pirate ship, making boarding possible. The Marine ship would board the pirates, and small round spheres - looking like rocks were thrown onto the Reaper's deck, soon, they erupted into thick gas, no, smoke, making it hard to see.

The squad of 15 or so Marines marched onto the ship, donning short-jackets, swords and gas masks under their Marine hats, as they engaged battle with the shaken down foes. Once the Marines had started battle - and tired out the forces of the soldiers on board the Reaper, Sange and Yasha made their appearance, cutting through the smoke, wounding a few Marines. Their attention being drawn to the last man to walk the gangplank from the Marine vessel. He didn't wear a gasmask, he wore the white hat, a blue T-shirt, black gloves, orange wrist-bands going up to his elbows, black jeans with a belt, the belt buckle was marked with "JUSTICE", and matching fine leather shoes. He carried two pistols on his hip, as well as a sheated sword. On his shoulders, the Justice Coat hung, proudly. He smoke didn't bother him, it seemed to instead dance around him.
 
Each step he took on the plank, his posture powerful, his aura ooze of authority and strength, a confident grin on his tanned face under the white cap, masking half his face. He walked down on the plank. "Commander!" One of the Marines shouted, through the smoke, Sange and Yasha struggling breathing through the smoke that seemed to have gotten thicker. Sange and Yasha dashed at the commander, though their bodies in pain from the few minutes of fighting in the thick smoke, they slashed - one high and one low "TWIN BLADE ASSAULT!" The two roared, as their blades cut clean through the Marine. 

The Marine's hands grabbed their faces, as he pushed both of them forward, his legs vanishing in a blast of smoke, the rocket boost sent the three bodies flying, until one of them stopped, the other two flying into the railing with a lot of force. "Shit, Yash. Logia.." Sange said as he panted, his ribs cracked from the impact, as he crawled back onto his feet. 

Yasha nodded, his black hair clashing against his brother's white. "Come on now, that old man did tell us that hitting those kind of devil-spawn is just a matter of focusing our spirit.." He said, brining up his blade - Slash. His brother nodded. "Yeah, let's do it. If we work together, there's nothing we can't do. No punk-ass Marine's gonna stop us from taking on the Grandline." Sange grinned, his hand fastening around the grip of his blade - Gash. 

"MAIMING CUT!"

"LIMBSPLITTING CLEAVE!" The two brothers shouted, as they came at the Marine, their hearts full of zeal, their minds focused, like lasers, the Marine... Yawning. In the next instant, the Marine had his hands resting on their chests, as the two fell to their knees, blood pouring out of their mouths. 

The battle between the Marine soldiers, and the Pirates had been resolved, a few wounded Marines, and all of the pirates had been captured. "Commander, what do we do with them?!" Petty Officer, 'Mad Dog' Maximilian, asked, as Johnny smiled. [Color=Slategray]"What we do to all pirates."[/Color] He said, as he pulled out his two pistols, aiming them at the heads of the pirates. Sange looked at Yasha, and sighed, then he looked up at Johnny, his entire body aching. "Who are you guys?" He asked - he had never seen Marines fight with this much fury, this much rage, or this much [i]passion.[/i]

[Color=Slategray][b]"We're the 99th Division." [/b][/Color]

And then the two shots were heard, followed by 20 rifle shots. The Dark Blade pirates were no more.

Boarding their ship again, Johnny sported the two twin swords, slung over his shoulder, his men boarded the ship before him, tending to the wounds. "We're gonna scrub the grandline clean of Pirate filth." John explained, with a grin. [Color=Slategray]"You guys remember the deal? Today marks the one month-mark since our defeat, and we came back from the ashses. Stronger than before."[/Color] As he spoke, he waved at his crew to fire the cannons, sinking the Grim Reaper vessel. 

Sound of an earthquake erupted from the Drum Mountain, as a giant tree sprouted on the moutain side.

"What the fuck" the entire crew of the 99th Division, whom were guarding the Island said in unison, Johnny included, before he regained his composure. [Color=Slategray]"Well.. I'm gonna take a wild stab in the dark, that this, on that shithead's execution-day wasn't a coincidence. We're doing messing with the small fries. We got prisoners to capture."[/Color] Johnny said, as the vessel set sail for Drum Island.