Chester was meeting the black hands with his own fists, each hand was met with a closed fist and a wave of vibartions, shattering the hands, spraying black dust all over. "OH HI!" Chester shouted, looking back at Macario, as two hands grabbed his left forearm. He chopped the hands apart with his right hand, only for them to immediately reform and grab both of his hands, then, the drunk captain bit the hands in what seemed to be their arms, until they vanished.

[b]IIITTTHUUUURTTSSS![/b] The boat cried.

Kuhn glared, as he kept dodging them with side-steps, and those he couldn't dodge, because he was overwhelmed, he beat away with his revolver, hitting it with the grip of the pistol, while he held the barrel like a club.