LeavesThe battle was only heating up to even greater intensity as the action shifted from the Rum Runner over to the King Crab. On the captain's orders, Dirk brought the pirate vessel in closer alongside the King Crab, allowing for easier movement between the two ships. Slick and Bonesword had each already found their own way to cross the waters without closing the gap, creatively applying their devil fruit powers in order to chase down Saban and attack him. The massive man was not easily caught off guard though, thanks to splitting his eyes around his head to give himself 360 degree vision. His concentration was unbelievable, able to focus on each individual opponent simultaneously. Perhaps he was even able to split his attention with that devil fruit?
The mighty trident was caught and held up by both Lilliana's B-MO enhanced arms as well as Kite's wrench. Either one of them alone would have struggled and most likely failed, but together they held strong against the assault. Once Lilliana abandoned the struggle to change up her tactics, Kite's efforts had to be doubled. He was forced to his knees. Meanwhile Bonesword had launched himself directly toward Saban's back with a vine utilized as a grappling hook. His sword was ready to strike, but he had failed to take into account his enemy's range of vision. The arms wielding spiked knuckles reached up and grabbed the vine, then yanked on it. Hard. The skelekid went flying toward Saban far faster than he had anticipated for, so his attack wasn't ready. In response he received a hammer strike straight down on his head, his body slamming hard into the upper deck of the ship, smashing the floor and flying straight through. When the swordsman recovered, he saw that he had been knocked down two decks, into the King Crab's food stores.
As this went on, Feya did little but dodge Saban's initial attack with the ball and chain, then demand payment for helping. While her attention had been occupied, Saban turned his pistols on her and let fire with both guns. She was fit, she was fast, and she was tough, but she was neither faster nor tougher than a bullet, much less a hail of bullets. All she'd have the time for was to clench shut her eyes in preparation for pain... But the pain never came. "It'll take more than some measly small arms fire to pierce my armor, Saban!" John Krabbe was standing in front of the fitness doctor, arms extended outward. He had jumped in front of her, literally taking the bullets. With a smug grin, he turned just barely enough to face her. "There's your damn payment, pirate," he scoffed.
Not to be outdone, not that he was exactly paying attention to anyone else, Slick had been hard at work gooping up the deck and unleashing a torrent of hellfire on the massive shrimp-armored foe. Saban had noticed, and so began to spin his chain ball to create a vacuum, just as he had done before. The difference in this case was that he had already swung his weapon at Feya, and needed to pull it back in before using this defensive tactic. As a result a number of his many feet had been splashed in oil, and the fire was already upon him. It was thanks to the pain of this blaze that he wasn't able to put in his full strength to crush Kite, now that the wrench-user was defending himself alone.
That's when Caesar arrived on the scene. The half-mink got into place, taking Lilliana's position with the trident by Kite's side. Mustering his (literally) inhuman strength, Caesar and Kite managed to push back the trident. Just as planned, the pommel of the weapon bludgeoned its owner square in the forehead. Their individual attacks also landed, reaching safely into the fire started by Slick and harming his legs. "GAH!" he yelped. Though two legs buckled, he remained standing tall thanks to the other six. That's when Krabbe made his move.
CRUSTACEAN-" The bounty hunter took a mighty leap into the air, high enough to meet his first mate at eye level. His pincer arm extended outward, clamping down hard on Saban's tiny neck. "PILEDRIVER!" Krabbe flipped forward, maintaining his grip. He flew right over Saban's head, upside down, then came back down to earth. Saban, trapped in the Vice's legendary grip, followed head first, crashing into the floor. Dust and wood splinters flew every which way, masking the scene to all but the most perceptive of individuals. Once the dust had settled everyone was treated to the sight of John Krabbe standing atop Shotaro Saban's chest, bloodied claw raised up in triumph.
The devil fruit user no longer had multiple limbs and eyes, having reverted into the original, even larger forms. His face had changed purple from the strangling force of the Vice, while his neck was bleeding. The crew cheered in joyous celebration of their captain, but the celebration turned out to be premature. "Gurk!" Krabbe lost all the air in his lungs as a giant hand clenched around his entire body.
Saban rose to his full stature, squeezing hard on his former captain. The bounty hunter let out cries of pain, barely whimpers thanks to how little air he had to cry out with. A loud crack echoed across the battlefield. "You idiot! You thought you were stronger than this godly physique? Bawkakakakakaka! You forgot, didn't you? You forgot that when I split myself, my strength gets split too! Those eight arms were nothing! I am divine judgment! Nobody can defeat me! All crime shall tremble and whimper before being crushed beneath my might!" Another crack echoed, coupled with another agonizing cry of pain. Saban casually dropped John Krabbe, who collided with the floor in a bloodied heap. Something wasn't right about how he looked.
"My... My armor! My claw! They're... Shattered! No, I'm... I'm nothing without my armor and my claw!" The bounty hunter struggled to stand, barely managing to keep himself on two legs after grabbing a railing to support himself.
"Now then..." Saban crouched down to grab a handful of debris, chunks of wood and iron, and crunched it all into even more pieces. "Time to face JUSTICE! WARU WARU SHOTGUN!" The shrimp warrior spun around in a circle, hurling the debris from his hand with the force of a cannonball. Like a grapeshot, tons of smaller bits of shrapnel were flung rather than one big piece, with one more frightening addition. As soon as the bits of debris left his hand, each one split apart into at least a dozen or more pieces. Hundreds if not thousands of tiny shrapnel shards had been flung with unbelievable strength in every direction, toward every member of the crew, even those on Rum Runner. The only one who remained out of reach was Bonesword, down in the lower decks.
The mighty trident was caught and held up by both Lilliana's B-MO enhanced arms as well as Kite's wrench. Either one of them alone would have struggled and most likely failed, but together they held strong against the assault. Once Lilliana abandoned the struggle to change up her tactics, Kite's efforts had to be doubled. He was forced to his knees. Meanwhile Bonesword had launched himself directly toward Saban's back with a vine utilized as a grappling hook. His sword was ready to strike, but he had failed to take into account his enemy's range of vision. The arms wielding spiked knuckles reached up and grabbed the vine, then yanked on it. Hard. The skelekid went flying toward Saban far faster than he had anticipated for, so his attack wasn't ready. In response he received a hammer strike straight down on his head, his body slamming hard into the upper deck of the ship, smashing the floor and flying straight through. When the swordsman recovered, he saw that he had been knocked down two decks, into the King Crab's food stores.
As this went on, Feya did little but dodge Saban's initial attack with the ball and chain, then demand payment for helping. While her attention had been occupied, Saban turned his pistols on her and let fire with both guns. She was fit, she was fast, and she was tough, but she was neither faster nor tougher than a bullet, much less a hail of bullets. All she'd have the time for was to clench shut her eyes in preparation for pain... But the pain never came. "It'll take more than some measly small arms fire to pierce my armor, Saban!" John Krabbe was standing in front of the fitness doctor, arms extended outward. He had jumped in front of her, literally taking the bullets. With a smug grin, he turned just barely enough to face her. "There's your damn payment, pirate," he scoffed.
Not to be outdone, not that he was exactly paying attention to anyone else, Slick had been hard at work gooping up the deck and unleashing a torrent of hellfire on the massive shrimp-armored foe. Saban had noticed, and so began to spin his chain ball to create a vacuum, just as he had done before. The difference in this case was that he had already swung his weapon at Feya, and needed to pull it back in before using this defensive tactic. As a result a number of his many feet had been splashed in oil, and the fire was already upon him. It was thanks to the pain of this blaze that he wasn't able to put in his full strength to crush Kite, now that the wrench-user was defending himself alone.
That's when Caesar arrived on the scene. The half-mink got into place, taking Lilliana's position with the trident by Kite's side. Mustering his (literally) inhuman strength, Caesar and Kite managed to push back the trident. Just as planned, the pommel of the weapon bludgeoned its owner square in the forehead. Their individual attacks also landed, reaching safely into the fire started by Slick and harming his legs. "GAH!" he yelped. Though two legs buckled, he remained standing tall thanks to the other six. That's when Krabbe made his move.
CRUSTACEAN-" The bounty hunter took a mighty leap into the air, high enough to meet his first mate at eye level. His pincer arm extended outward, clamping down hard on Saban's tiny neck. "PILEDRIVER!" Krabbe flipped forward, maintaining his grip. He flew right over Saban's head, upside down, then came back down to earth. Saban, trapped in the Vice's legendary grip, followed head first, crashing into the floor. Dust and wood splinters flew every which way, masking the scene to all but the most perceptive of individuals. Once the dust had settled everyone was treated to the sight of John Krabbe standing atop Shotaro Saban's chest, bloodied claw raised up in triumph.
The devil fruit user no longer had multiple limbs and eyes, having reverted into the original, even larger forms. His face had changed purple from the strangling force of the Vice, while his neck was bleeding. The crew cheered in joyous celebration of their captain, but the celebration turned out to be premature. "Gurk!" Krabbe lost all the air in his lungs as a giant hand clenched around his entire body.
Saban rose to his full stature, squeezing hard on his former captain. The bounty hunter let out cries of pain, barely whimpers thanks to how little air he had to cry out with. A loud crack echoed across the battlefield. "You idiot! You thought you were stronger than this godly physique? Bawkakakakakaka! You forgot, didn't you? You forgot that when I split myself, my strength gets split too! Those eight arms were nothing! I am divine judgment! Nobody can defeat me! All crime shall tremble and whimper before being crushed beneath my might!" Another crack echoed, coupled with another agonizing cry of pain. Saban casually dropped John Krabbe, who collided with the floor in a bloodied heap. Something wasn't right about how he looked.
"My... My armor! My claw! They're... Shattered! No, I'm... I'm nothing without my armor and my claw!" The bounty hunter struggled to stand, barely managing to keep himself on two legs after grabbing a railing to support himself.
"Now then..." Saban crouched down to grab a handful of debris, chunks of wood and iron, and crunched it all into even more pieces. "Time to face JUSTICE! WARU WARU SHOTGUN!" The shrimp warrior spun around in a circle, hurling the debris from his hand with the force of a cannonball. Like a grapeshot, tons of smaller bits of shrapnel were flung rather than one big piece, with one more frightening addition. As soon as the bits of debris left his hand, each one split apart into at least a dozen or more pieces. Hundreds if not thousands of tiny shrapnel shards had been flung with unbelievable strength in every direction, toward every member of the crew, even those on Rum Runner. The only one who remained out of reach was Bonesword, down in the lower decks.
