[b][color=f7941d]The Swamps[/color][/b] [@Jerkchicken][@vancexentan][@BladeSS4][@Archmage MC][@Zelosse]

A sudden wind erupted from within the black mass, sending the captain Alesia off the ground. Is that what the dragon mean by not paying fair, to use the captain as bait?! Grabbing on one of the hanging branches, Alesia increased her weight to increase her hold against the cursed wind that seemed to be very familiar. That sweeps from a familiar direction.

With a few flaps of the wing of the dragon, the black mass seemed to be pushed back for a few moment, before the black cloud has seemed to rescind slowly. The sweeping of the black mass has rescinded to a stop, but at least the black smog was kept at bay for now, and worked from what it seemed form the outside.

[color=ed1c24]“Argh…” [/color]Alesia cursed upon exiting the black mass of the enemy pirates. The sword had started reflecting the gleam of the light properly. And the long blade had took back to its shine. She was about to punch that dragon right in the face, fort that unsettling wind. Dragon? Alesia thought. She looked up to see a huge flying thing that looked like the same lizard that took out the Olde bar. But this time it’s bigger than the one back in the bar.

Can he transform? She thought, and the explanation regarding logia from the previous moment flashed back on her head. So the strongest type of ‘those fruits’ are logia? Stronger than those two? Looking back at the scene of the battle, a huge dragon and a giant black smog. With another fairy, that was really straight out of a fairy tale.

But now that she was out of the black wind, she supposed that she owe him one for saving her neck for the moment.

The black mass sunken in from the winds of the dragon. All of the sudden, the black mass sprung out, spreading towards the dragon in all directions. It wasn’t like the slow misty movements like the previous scuffle, ore of a sudden gush of the dark that seem to have a will of its own. 

On one side the flare of the fae’s had lit up an open path for the dragon, the flare lit up like a lantern in the caverns. But the light didn’t spread very far into the heart of the shade pirates. The unnatural Black mist, has went around the flare of fae, and seemed to have made a detour for the quick encapsulation of the dragon. 

The explosion from the grenade of Flin had blown a deeper hole of the searing fae's light towards the inside of the black mist. Around the black wind has swept from the blasts of the grenades. Of the inside of the black mass reveals a person of brown coat and green robes. A relatively thin face that was well tanned from the days of piracy. His face has seen better days of a long winding scar that strings from the forehead down to the edge of the cheeks. A long straight grey eyes and lightly twirled eyebrows from the young pirate that appeared to be in the Age of the late twenties.

An obvious face of the Captain, Valar of the shade pirates. A face younger than the likes of Flint. His yellow hair would be handsome had it not been they wanting to kill them. [color=ed1c24]“He looks familiar?”[/color]

Alesia asked, that guy appeared in the news of a few days back.

[color=ed1c24]“Now I remember, Good, I’m going to be 22 million richer after this.”[/color]

Valar drew a long blade, curved like a spine. Under his loomy black wind, nothing had reflected from the blade of his strange sword. His blade looked more sinister than the night around him. Crossing the long edges of his curved sword, the surfaces of the blade darkened into a shade of the surrounding black wind.

Valar swung his oversized blade at Alesia and flint and adam. The distance between the opposing pirate crew was still far, but the approach of the blade was too hostile for Aleisa. The Snake’s Bite meets the parting winds form the two far ends of the blades. Tree trunks of the forests parted beyond the normal reach of Valar’s sword, as the tip of Alesia’s cutlass snapped his slicing wind apart with one strong thrust of her sword.

Alesia shifted herself back to her flighty weight the moment she feel a couple of cracks on the tree branches. The Black Cloud was beginning to cloak Valar back into the Shadows. 

Behind him was a glimpse of a team of gunmen, a bare glimpse of them backing him up. On what fruit that the 22 million guy had eaten, she wasn’t so keen to know now.  

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[b]The White Pearl[/b] [@Stern Algorithm]

[color=6ecff6]"Is that so?"[/color] The wolf seemed to be amused by the words of the Cipher pol unit. Laying on the deck of the ship like his own house, the wolf continued on his nap, but a corner of the eye showed a slight glimmer that was rather apparent under the bask of the bright noonlight.

[color=6ecff6]“Also, was the short girl of grey robes your Captain by any chance?” [/color]Arafeal asked, scratching its fur with one of the legs. [color=6ecff6]“She was quite a rowdy one, but sure she has quite a soft spot for animals.[/color]

[color=6ecff6]“I’m ready to put up an act, and I would be surprised if you managed to convince the whole crew that this stray wolf was a marine with a Zoan Fruit.”[/color] Arafeal sniffed, faking up on his tired façade. [color=6ecff6]“But its interesting you have the Living Dragon Bakuto under your watch, good thing that both of us aren’t so fond of our twisted government.”[/color]

Arafael ended his sentence without a breath of hesitation, his furry eyebrows frowning at a few moments.