[center][h1][b][color=deepskyblue]Fitness Feya[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][b][color=cyan]HAHAHAHA...No[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
[sub][right][color=teal]Interacting with:???[/color][/right][/sub]


[color=cyan] Fitness Feya braced for a handful of projectiles aimed at her direction. She opened her eyes briefly when she anticipated damage. She gritted her teeth when she saw the back of Krabbe's head. The fitness woman squinted her eyes and blew air through her nostrils. Taking a few steps back, she shook her head. [color=deepskyblue]"I am definitely not in debt to you. This is all your doing. Far as I know, you're cleaning up your own mess."[/color] 

	Feya grabbed onto one of the railings on the ship. It was miracle part of the railing was intact despite the battle taking place. She held onto the steel bar and watched everything unfold. In a matter of seconds, Krabbe became reduced to an empty shell. His beloved crab fetish shattered during his brawl with one of his crazed subordinates. Feya attempted to stay focus on everything else. 

	She then noticed the shrimp warrior act out a signature move. A spray of shrapnel cut through the air in an omnidirectional pattern. Feya tightened her grip on the bar, jumping over it she hoped to flee from the attack. As she pulled herself over the bar, some of the junk struck her in the back. As she descended into the waters, she grunted loudly and made a hard splash in the ocean.  [/color]