Crap!"  Number 8 shouted as the woman with the purple hair made a bee-line for him.  A few of the legion pirates he was put in charge of tried getting in the way, but they were cut down before their presence was able to make much of a difference.  One, number 46 came the closest, as the woman's hands were empty of weapons, thanks to her tendency of throwing them this way and that, but she yanked the weighted end just as he was close enough for an attack.  It smashed the legion pirate hard enough in the back of the head to shatter the steel and bury blunt end an inch into his skull.  

A voice rang out in the chaos.  ".....Some.... help..... here!"  

The woman's face went blank for a second.  Furry crossed her face but it was gone like a fast moving cloud's shadow as it moved in front of the sun.  "Damn it!"  She snapped.  The heel of the woman's left foot slammed into the ground.  She swiveled on it like a top before launching herself in the direction of the distress call.  

For a moment #8 wasn't sure what had happened, a long with the other legionaries around him, but it wasn't long enough.  The weighted end on the woman's chain continued on in his direction, after she altered her direction.  The legionnaire in front of him acted on instinct and jumped aside.  He didn't.  The metal spike dug into his chest as easily as a finger poking into mud.  "Crap!"  Blood bubbled out of his mouth.  He grabbed the wound, but his hands couldn't do much.  He sunk to his knees.

Abbygail made her way towards the swordsman's group, but didn't make it there before the woman from the tavern's javelin ignited and sent her flying in the opposite direction.  "Damn it."  She muttered as her shoulder struck the ground.  She bounced a few times before she was able to bring herself to a stop.  "Damn."  She growled getting to her knees.  "Hey!"  She called to the girl as one of the Legion pirates was rushing behind her, metal rod raised above his head.  "Be careful.  Not all of us here are devil fruit users, you know!"  The scythe reappeared in her hand.  Then it was jammed in one of the legionaries' gut.  With a grunt she dragged it up and pulled it out to parry another attack before the man was able to make a grunt of pain.  

It was #98 third day on the job.  He was also #98's last day on the job.  He didn't even have time to reflect on how fast the time went before the spear sunk its way through his body and into the vital bone behind it.  The Cook attacking him didn't even take a moment to notice his death.  He just yanked the spear out of his body and kept moving.  "Dick!" His mouth reflexively muttered before he met his end.

"Hey!"  #8 shouted, trembling hand desperately searching through his jacket pocket.  "Someone help me here."  His fingers latched on the button he needed, but he was trembling too much to maneuver it through the hole.   

"No!  No!  No!"  Bill shouted, rushing towards the fallen #8.  "Someone stop him!"  Three of the legion pirates rushed in front of him, and one brought the heavy man down with a big stick.  The others quickly surrounded and started kicking the downed man.