He had been locked in his study for hours, the screaming had stopped not even 30 minutes after he began. Maybe if the poor captive had taken medical treatment within the hour he would've survived but Di would have none of that ruin his hobby time. Scrimshaw as it were. Multiple knives and sharp objects were lain across the table in a tray, dripping red. It was much easier to perform his art on an unmoving canvas. With a finish touch, he took on the laser cleaner which released a thin layer of energy in a straight line to disintegrate the small bone dust particles that were muddying his art peace and it really was one. He was probably the best scrimshaw artist in the galaxy. That's what years of relentless practice give you. 

He kept the camera rolling while the canvas was alive, turned it off while it lost consciousness and turned it back on, showing himself taking the bone upon which he graced it with his skills, removed from the body and cleaned, and put it on a massive statue made of countless bones, all with unique and awe inspiring engravings. The statue itself was a work of art, he spent hours upon hours contemplating on where to put the next piece. It had the shape of a dragon's head. Why would he do such things? Power of course, to inspire fear among the underworld, to establish his dominance...but that was just an added benefit to the pleasure and calmness that he felt while performing it. 

And these weren't just ordinary run of the mill canvases, they all had made a name for themselves in the underworld. And Di had, for years now, sent an open invitation to everyone that had made a name in the underworld. If they were to kill him one on one in the arena, located on his pirate base, with any of the weapons provided, they would be granted ownership of all his riches and crew members. He would make a show of it, broadcasting their defeat galaxy wide in the underground world. To certain people he trusted, trusted their fear of him that is, he offered them a chance to buy tickets in order to spectate in the arena. Lets say that there was never enough room to house all applicants.

Now that he had relaxed enough, it was time to go to business.
[color=070809]"It's time captain."[/color]- one of the crewman approached him, a large black metal encased dragon that carried a large heavy blaster. They called him Scar, he was second in command.
[color=708090]"Make the preparations. You know the plan, tell everyone their part, we leave in 10."[/color]
With a nod the dragon went to carry his job. If what his contact informed him off was right, then this would be one of the biggest catches in his career as a pirate. A sudden screen tear flashed on the screen of his bionic eye. It happened within less than a second but that's all it would take for the opponent to get the upper hand.
[b][color=708090]Damn that scientist. Gonna have to pay him a visit after this.[/color][/b]- he thought to himself.