Mitsuki yawned, looking bored at the whole situation. He made his way towards the seat and flopped back into it, crossing his leg over his knee as he leaned back. "Captain isn't available?" he asked before clucking his tongue disapproval. "Well, that's a problem. I needed to speak with him." "Shut it," a Marine growled from behind him, smacking him in the back of the head. The blow jarred the swordsman's head forward, but he simply let out a sigh. "Such an unruly bunch," he replied. "You're a disgrace to your post." The Marine fumed. He raised his hand to strike him again, but Mitsuki tilted himself away this time, rocking the chair with him. It spun back, balanced on one of its four legs. The white haired man's leg caught the Marine's arm this time, wrenching it painfully to the side as it was dragged by the force of his movement. His other leg struck the Marine's back, dragging him fully to the floor. The chair finally dropped to all four again, Mitsuki's legs resting on the Marine's back as a foot rest now. "Hurry it up. I want to get this over with," he demanded to the Marines in the room.