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[center][h3][b][color=cyan]Shaping the Air[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
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[color=cyan] Feya crossed her arms. One of the crewmembers that she was observing began stepping up. Ultimately, she placed her interest in the ones that seemed to have physical talent. This male figure with the tattoo looked like a bruiser. Given his competitive game of choice, there was no denying he had some unique stamina levels. Even then, he probably had a devil fruit power to give him a fighting edge. This could overall be a pattern in these matches. 

	[color=deepskyblue]"Boxing..."[/color] Feya muttered. She dug her fingernails into her arm, shaking her head she decided to do the most logical choice. She held a finger up in order to volunteer and cut Bonesword's chance. Despite him being in second-in-command, it would be more probable to place crewmembers where their talents could be used to the fullest. Bonesword is a swordsman and won't fare well in a boxing match. Feya did have other plans, but there was no other op-.

	[color=deepskyblue]"Oh. I totally forgot you guys existed,"[/color] Feya bluntly spoke out when the Krunch's Hachirou chose to volunteer and send Bonesword back as a spectator. Feya clapped her hands together. [color=deepskyblue]"Well, let's keep cheering and keeping positive, guys. The score can only go up."[/color]

	Feya paid close attention to the fight. The competitive sport of landing attacks and keeping your guard was something Feya needed to watch carefully. Her last fight against a crab boy did not fare so well. This boxing match should give her some new pointers or hopefully something more beneficial. The fight looked incredibly even depsite both men holding back. Feya then learned that Hachirou was a devil fruit user. [color=deepskyblue]"I don't see myself turning into a lion anytime soon..."[/color] The fitness woman mumbled to herself. 

	She sucked air through her teeth. Picking up the dialogue between the two combatants, she then heard something. Holding her fist up, Feya commented to herself. [color=deepskyblue]"Shaping the air,"[/color] Feya squinted and eyed her fist. Her concentration broke once she noticed Greaves was sent back to the ocean by a powerful blow. Feya's eyes widened. [color=deepskyblue]"Oh, damn it. I looked away![/color] She complained. 

	  [color=deepskyblue]"Too much or not enough, what matters is that you won. Now we are up one. I feel though we might have to stay on our toes considering the other team might rethink their strategies. They might 'play more carefully' so to speak."[/color] The muscular woman snapped her fingers. [/color]