[color=red]"Kookiookiooki, then so be it, criminal scum."[/color] Not that you could see his face, but it was clear from the tone of his voice and his overall body language that John Krabbe wasn't the slightest bit worried as these two pirates charged at him from two separate directions. The bounty hunter steeled his stance, bending at the knees and placing his normal hand on the sword at his side. Glowing eyes beneath the helm darted between the two women as he contemplated his own plan of attack. [color=red]Crustacean Stream!"[/color] he cried out, unsheathing the blade and slashing it in the direction of Liliana. Though the blade did not touch her, he send a stream of high pressure water from the motion. The high pressure of the stream would be enough to slash through bone quite handily, and it was heading straight for her grappling hook arm. Meanwhile Krabbe lifted his claw-armored hand up to meet with Feya head on. The two attacks collided in perfectly equal force, creating a loud [i]crash[/i] sound as the air distorted. He had managed to meet her strength head on, standing still whilst she had a running start. Was it the armor? Or was John Krabbe more fit than the doctor realized? [color=red]"Strong. I respect that. BUT NOT STRONG ENOUGH! VICE GRIP!"[/color] With lightning swiftness, the claw opened up and immediately clamped back down on the limb Feya had attacked with. It squeezed with a crushing force, easily breaking the skin and threatening to crush her bones. Just then a flaming cannonball careened over the ship's Shell Shield, striking what little of the mast was exposed. A small fire started up above, while the ship jostled momentarily, but violently. [color=red]"What the-?"[/color] Krabbe exclaimed, his attention momentarily distracted... [hr] Meanwhile, down in the brig of the King Crab, a lone figure sat in a jail cell, separated from his belongings hanging a little ways out of reach. Nobody guarded his cell anymore, for it was an all hands on deck situation. The ship shuddered, and the pack containing the prisoner's belongings fell from where it had been hanging out of reach. Though the pack was still too far away, a great oversized wrench slid out along the floor, close enough he could grab it between the cell bars... [hr] "Not a gentleman?!" Shrimp Brigade Violet exclaimed in utter horror. At the same time he rolled off to the right, behind another large stack of booze. The shotgun shot fired off by Boone was mostly deterred by the few dozen bottles it shattered to pieces. The remaining pellets that struck Violet did so on his armor. What could have been fight ending injuries would only leave some painful bruises, but nothing more. "I'm more gentleman than any saltwater scum pirate!" he called back over the stack of bottle crates. Peering through one of the available cracks, he fired off another shot at Boone, aiming for the captain's midsection. "Ow!" Shrimp Brigade Blue called out, more in surprise and annoyance than actual pain. He twisted around just in time to see Dirk attempting to become one with the shadows again, but Blue was too quick. The bounty hunter fighter grabbed Dirk by the sleeve, then yanked him in closer for a solid punch to the gut, his spiked knuckles sinking in about half an inch. "Did you just [i]poke[/i] me?! You insane bastard!" Blue maintained a hold on Dirk's arm, lifting his own right fist up for another blow, this time aiming for the escaped slave's face. As this was going down, Caesar was having a difficult time having to fight two of the Shrimp Brigade at a time. Green and Yellow both used mid range weapons, and their synchronized fighting style kept the half-mink off balance and on the defensive for the most part. Finally he had his opportunity. Narrowly avoiding Yellow's chain ball, he sent a charge of electro down the chain, which had an immediate effect. Yellow blurted out a yelp of pain and coiled back, yanking the heavy ball back to his hands where he caught it. Yellow had to take a second to catch his breath, which meant that Green had to square off against Caesar all by himself. Without his team mate to balance the odds, Green was overwhelmed by the ferocity of Caesar's assault. Too close to use the tip of his trident, Green spun the polearm in his hands in order to bat Caesar in the gut with its pommel. While he was successful in striking the mink with a solid, hard blunt attack, Caesar's teeth had already sunk in. The force of the attack tore Caesar away and took a generous amount of flesh with it. Blood spurt outward as Green grasped the wound in pain. "AAARGH! That's it, bad dog! I'm putting you down!" In the time it took Caesar to unleash his beastial assault, Yellow had recovered and sent the chain ball flying dead on for Caesar's face. Above deck things were heating up. Bonesword had absolutely no patience for Shrimp Brigade Red's tomfoolery and opted to spring up a tree beneath the warrior in an effort to launch him away. However Red sprung off the tree catapult himself, using the momentum to pull off some really sweet flips and spins in the air, never once stopping his speech. He stuck the landing, going into another [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d2/92/55/d29255fc231f38c4b6ba98db9be2b045--green-ranger-pose-reference.jpg]over the top pose.[/url] "A villain with a flair for the dramatic, eh?" he called out in regards to Slick's antics, completely oblivious to how Slick was mocking his own gestures and speech. "Your distractions and posturing will be of no help, pirate! Shrimp Brigade Red is here! To! Defeat you!" Taking another [url=http://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Red-Power-Ranger-Jason-Lee-Scott-a.jpg]pose[/url] as he made his boast, Red flipped through the air a good twenty feet to close the distance between himself and Bonesword, where he proceeded to swing his right leg downward in a powerful hammer dropkick toward the skeleton's skull.