[h2][color=green][center]"Oilburn" Slick Drake[/center][/color][/h2]
[center][@Old Amsterdam][@yoshua171][/center]

Slick had followed along without saying much, mostly marveling at the cannons and guns all over the island as they made their way to their arena. When they finally made it they introduced to their opponents, Slick scanning all of them to see how worthy they were of being art. The one in the gas mask intrigued him the most, Slick wore a gas mask while making his art. Maybe he was an artist too? He would have to be looked into further. Doggy went off to grab some popcorn, Slick didn't bother following. He was going to get whatever Doggy left behind, he would be the first to fight just so he could get it out of the way as soon as possible.

Food Pyramid lady tried to rope him into exercise, but Slick just ignored her this time. The game of dodgeball that was about to happen was much more interesting. Sure enough, a few seconds later Doggy had tossed his popcorn to Slick and was the first up to bat against the dodgeball lady. Slick spread a bit of butter across the popcorn and began chowing down as the match started. Wrench man tried to nudge him towards Feya, but he smoothly sidestepped it without even taking his feet off the ground. On an unrelated note, the ground where he had been was suddenly much more slippery then it had been.

And so the match began, once the orchestra of explosions sounded off Slick suddenly knew that Doggy was about to lose. It didn't help how lazy Doggy was being about it, only beginning to try halfway through the match. If he had gone full force from the beginning he might have had a chance, but the motion of the ocean was just too strong once he had let it get going. As the match continued, if anyone bothered looking at Slick they would have noticed something very concerning. He looked serious. For the first time since he had joined the crew, he looked like a sane person who was taking a situation seriously. As Mag crawled around etching arrows into the ground, he threw the bag of popcorn behind him and sighed. [color=green]"Lilliana. Caesar is going to need medical attention in a minute. Get ready."[/color]

Sure enough, Caesar wasn't able to account for the powers of the beku beku woman and was destroyed by the erratic pattern of the cannonball. As Caesar slumped forwards Slick shook his head quietly and looked at Mag neutrally. [color=green]"Not bad, but you're a one trick pony."[/color] Slick walked towards the hole that had been left when the ball was lost at the beginning of the match, returning after half a minute with a cannonball in hand. The cannonball still had an arrow etched into it. [color=green]"In a real fight you would have been demolished. You need to be able to leave a mark on the cannonballs you want to affect with your Devil Fruit."[/color] If anyone bothered looking at Slick in shock and awe, he would just smirk. [color=green]"What? I'm not completely insane. Just enough so that I can make [/color][color=red][b]my works of art."[/b][/color]

Slick walked towards Mag with a grin on his face as he dropped the ball at her feet, looking her in the eye as he cracked his neck. [color=green]"You're going to be my next work of art. And I'll even paint in your style. Dodgeball."[/color]