[color=c4df9b]“Of people who call themselves as justice, and yet their acts suggest otherwise.” [/color]Shakar was amused to hear that word of justice from the Pirate, Flint. Mist seeped from the holes to the lower deck. 

[color=c4df9b]“Fending off dragonfire? That is true, I was just planning to do so,” [/color]The corner of his eye caught sight of a forthcoming grenade. 

The Dragonfire rained down and brightened the evening sky, almost engulfing the entire Marine sloop.

Shakar threw his marine coat to one side. His rough forearms showed signs of countless scars, the older ones blending along his tanned skin. [color=c4df9b]“Dragon’s Descent, Thirteenth Slash.” [/color]The blade of that old man sprang upwards in a rattling arc. Ripples of air erupted from the tip of Shakar’s blade. The slicing gales and winds looks more like a gulliotine to Alesia. The flames, mercilessly swept away from that slash from the Lietuenant Shakar, soaring towards the Dragon.

[color=ed1c24][i]Thrusting Winds. [/i][/color]Alesia sent forward a blast of wind off her blade, to fend off against the slash from that old man.

The thrusting winds, combined with the Dragonfire, clashed against one another. Smog and Gales erupted in ripples by ripples above the Marine Ship. Even then it seemed that Shakar had the upper hand. 

Alesia noticed the grenade thrown by the first mate of the crew. [i]That Flint is good at using explosions. [/i]She hurled all force towards that grenade.

The blast of the grenade merged along the Dragonfire and the thrusting winds, as if woven together like an embroidery. The winds stopped, as the combined attack of the three clashed along with the [color=c4df9b]Thirteenth Slash[/color]. Smoke gushed out from the point where the four attacks met. The smoke and the mist from the marine ship, started to cover the upper decks, the last trickle of sunset waning from the horizons. 

That Slicing Guillotine is fended off. She was actually expecting the attack to work better than ‘just fending off his blade’. The battle has concluded regardless, as she could barely discern the image of that old marine. But she wasn’t going to let her guard down.

[b]The Marine Ship deck[/b]

[color=c4df9b]“So, you want this blade?”[/color] Shakar sheathed his blade from a safe distance of Flint. [color=c4df9b]“You can have it!”[/color]

It wasn’t any drawing of the blade, Shakar flung his blade off the scabbard. The seastone blade soared, with its hilt pointed towards the Dragon Bakuto.

Drawing out his scabbard off his waist, Shakar parries away the slashes from Flint, the edges shaving away into its plywood. 

The hilt of the seas stone blade soared towards them. [i]One touch and…..[/i] Clearing off her stray thoughts, Alesia leapt off the Dragon’s head without any hesitation. That blade must be stopped at all costs. Dust cleared away from the hilt of the flying blade. Even at her full weight, she could feel the winds soaring around the blade mercilessly. She thrusted her cutlass forward. The [color=ed1c24][i]snake’s bite [/i][/color]meets the hilt of the seastone blade. [i]As long as I don’t touch that thing…[/i]

Her cutlass bulged. [i]This is ten tonnes…….[/i] Alesia reached forward, grasping the handle with her free hand. The feeling of drowning and seasickness surged upon her once again. She held on the seastone hilt despite, grabbing onto the seastone hilted sword tightly in gasping breaths. Alesia succumbed to the seastone, letting the blade loose as she blackened after drowning in mid-air. The heavier seastone hilted blade tumbled down along the masts and riggings, before the blade struck upon the deck floor of the White Pearl ship.

Alesia, was also on a free-falling path towards the deck of the White Pearl, and from the looks of it, she had barely regained her consciousness, let alone the use of her weight shifting powers. 

[color=c4df9b]“The Sword of the Starry Night wasn’t mine to begin with.” [/color]Smoke and mist clouded the pirate and the Marine Lieutenant, breaking away the second exchanges of attack. [color=c4df9b]“It’s been a while since I find myself using a rifle.”[/color]

The choice is of Flints’, to challenge Shakar of his rifle, or to return to the ship..