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[h1][color=LightBlue]Rayne?[/color][/h1]
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Location:
[*]Drum Island
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Interacting:
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[*][@Ira]
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Rayne turned to Marxo the expression of utter hatred and disgust. In a snap his whole demeanor changed, all emotions he found useless or degrading were hidden deep within the flesh of his soul, heavily suppressed by the hatred he felt for Marxo. Xerxes sailed for 4 years with that man, only to be back stabbed in seconds. For once, both Rayne and Xerxes experienced a singularity, and uncanny understanding of one another, and merged into one entity. A nameless human. Both souls lived as one, for this moment, and it provided him with the drive, the strength, the fuel to rip Marxo, piece be piece.

He was a single-minded creature that would stop at nothing to rip Marxo and all those interfering apart. He had entered a state of mind that allowed to him channel his strength and concentration for the sole purpose of slaying his opponent. No amount of running, pleading, or fighting was capable of stopping him, he was going to savor the taste of Marxo's blood.  

[color=Plum]"Stay out of this Jackal."[/color] 'they' asserted, his voice changing. In an instant, Jackal would lose sight of him, in reality, he was looking at an after image. With each step he took, another image appeared stationary.

[color=Plum]"Gods Rhythmic Echo."[/color]

There was a total absence of noise during the movement, and multiple phantoms appeared behind him. Maxro immediately went on the attack, going at a speed that 'they' followed easily with his very eyes. He then produced two after images, one performing an attack, before another began to throw black pinches in all directions. In the end, Marxo played himself, furiously attacking an after image, funny how what worked, he had no need to dodge or counter, he just walked away.

[color=Plum]"I'm going to kill you Marxo."[/color] 'they' called coldly, killing intent wafting through the air so thick that it could be cut. His voice became an overlapping conglomerate of both Rayne's and Xerxes' voices in unison. The smoke produced by Marxo attack hitting wood hid their fight, but 'they' could see just fine. Before Marxo could throw another punch, 'they' appeared, smoke hiding his face, but his crimson eyes aglow. This was the real one.

[color=Plum]"I warned you."[/color] 'they' whispered. Before one could comprehend, 'they're' hand darted out, seemingly teleporting to try and grab at Marxo's black wrist. Unfortunately, they weren't finished there, instantaneously, 'they' launched a devastating kick towards Marxo's abdomen with enough force to throw him hundreds of feet away, landing him crumpling into the vertical mountain side, despite the Haki, which would protect him from most of the damage.