[b][color=f26522]Old Dread’s[/color][/b] [@Jerkchicken][@Senshu D Tyra][@malmshodes] @BladeSS4's Shinji

The water bullets phased through the Cutthroat Roarn with no sign of hindrance. The nine-finger cutthroat was almost as young as the Captain.

The seastone hilt struck Roarn right on the chest, sending the supposedly invulnerable man crashing against the wooden wall. As much as Alesia was expecting it to work one way or another, the plan went smoother than she’d expect. Still, it isn’t a reason to let their guard down. Roarn reached for a wall-mounted lamp, smashing it amidst his desperate drowning gasps from the seastone.

[color=6ecff6]“You have no idea on which waters you’re threading into,”[/color] As the flames of the lamp spread out between Flint and the Cutthroat, Roarn darts towards the windows. Roarn didn’t expect those no-name pirates from East Blue to be so resourceful.

[color=ed1c24]“Don’t let him escape!”[/color] Alesia sprang herself forth to the burning embers, she will, by all means necessary, make the Cutthroat pay for what he did. Flames aren’t a problem for a fishman. The turnout for her crew gathering turned out to be decent, but the occasion for them to introduce oneselves to the crew should be saved for later. 
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[color=fff79a][b]Back Alley[/b][/color] [@BladeSS4]'s Bakuto

[color=c4df9b]“Challenging Rel’chunk, not many pirates have such courage, I’ll have to give praise for that,” [/color]Shakar offered a handshake, his thick forearms are seasoned in battle scars. [color=c4df9b]“I’ve faced Rel’chunk once, he is a very difficult enemy. My only advice I can give is this: To break free of his ‘Dreamworld’, make yourself part of your own ‘Dream’. Sounds like simple task to do in theory, provided you get decent control of your Devil Fruit. Pardon me, but I’ve heard stories.”[/color]

A flock of magpies flew towards the Marine Captain. [color=c4df9b]“For one thing Falir, how many crows did you send?”[/color]

[color=fff79a]“Three…?”[/color]

Gunshots could be heard from Shakar’s rifle, as one of those ‘Magpies’ went down in flickery motion, much like a fire that burnt out. The Marine Lieutenant ordered his Captain,[color=c4df9b]“Step back, they are Dreamhounds!”[/color]

A few magpies shapeshifted into a large dark hound. Dreamhounds resemble creatures one would often see in dreams, large flickery fiends with shapes that aren’t deeply rooted into reality. Two dreamhounds managed to fit into the space of a narrow alley as if they don’t have a concept of space constraints. It showed its sharp wavy fangs, slithering itself along the narrow alley.

[color=c4df9b]“I’ll deal with this one,”[/color] Shakar reloads his rifle, aiming it at a dreamhound upon approach, [color=c4df9b]”You’ll cover me, young man.”[/color]

In a trail of black soot, another Dreamhound slithered towards Shakar’s back with its distinctive scream.