Sancho looked over at Cormac and Hamel, seeing the other two men - and more troops arriving, as he was dealing with the rest of the mooks that had come with the cook, a swift dodge from a blade cutting past him, riposted with a devestating right-hook, sending the man to the ground, but then came the flail, swinging Hamel in the face, sending him to the floor. "Tssk. Hamel, you better shape up. Twice in one day you're eating dirt."

"And y'all about to join him. You're messing with the Doom Pirate Armada, and you will not make it out of here alive, blondie." The man with the flail in one hand, and a mace in the other. "You're messing with Captain Morning Star!" [Morning Star, Captain of the 4th Division of the Doom Pirate Armada, Member of the Lefacti Pirate Order. Bounty: 15 Million Bellies.] His men howled, cackling as Morning Star made his way to Sancho. "So you're the one in charge, heh? Well, then, Blonde. YOU'RE MINE!" The man shouted, as he charged at Sancho, with rather impressive speed, the flail passing over Sancho's head just, as he dodged under it.

[b]"GOT YOU!"[/b] Morning Star exclaimed, as he spun around - to the mid-dodge Sancho, slamming his blunt mace into Sancho's face. [b][i]Fleece Jacket[/i][/b] As the golden wool spawned from his chest, covering his face, protecting him from damage, but still sending him to the ground. The captain used the momentum of his fall too roll back up, grabbing Morning Star's right arm - which was still outstretched, and lobbing the man over his head, throwing him across the street, four meters ahead of himself. Tossing the larger man in such a fashion did not seem straining at all for the young captain.

"OOOOHH MAN. YOU GONE GET IT NOW! DOOM PIRATES, LIGHT EM' UP!" Morning star shouted, as the pirates all trained their guns on the Pirate Trio, whom had all been herded into being forced into circle.