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Chapter 2 First Encounter

"Hey captain brat. It's been three days since we left Cruz Island and it'll take us another two to reach the next one, Foam Island. We just have to keep heading in this direction."

"Ok, good work."

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"Wait! Talk to your captain with more respect you slob!"

"You're talking about respect? I'm older than you, you little punk!"

"So? It doesn't matter on sea you fool!"

"That's it!"

Devon pulled out his kenrods from their sheaths and stepped onto the middle of the deck.

Dylan cracked his knuckles, walked up and stood across him. He got into an odd fighting stance, with his left hand balled up into a fist behind his back. His right hand was held out in front of him in a sort of bring-it-on position while he maintained an upright posture. (AU: Basically the same as Rock Lee's from Naruto.)

Devon dashed forward swingingbruto on his left hand at Dylan's head. Using his out-stretched hand to meet the kenrod mid-swing, Dylan skilfully guided the weapon upwards while throwing a punch out with his free fist. Devon blocked it with his other weapon as they both rammed their heads together.

They both jumped back rubbing their foreheads.

Draken sighed as he watched the two of them fight. Why can't they get along? The past three days they've been at it. I guess they really are bored, we have been floating on the ocean doing nothing.

He looked at his watch "Okay I'm going in to cook dinner now. You ladies come in and help me set up after you're done." He walked into the kitchen to start cooking.

"Yes Drak's cooking! Glad mom thought him how to cook before we left." Dylan said drooling.

"Pay attention!" Devon said as he moved in for another attack.

He sheathed both his weapons as they hung on his left side. He rushed in with both hands grabbing the weapons.

Dylan braced himself as Devon swung out trituradora with his right hand in an extremely swift motion. It seemed like the attack was only heading for his ribs, but his other hand was hidden in the shadow of the first and swung at a greater speed. Bruto was heading straight for his head.

Shocked, Dylan managed to block the blow to his ribs but couldn't react fast enough for the other one heading for his face. It connected with his jaw and sent him flying to the mast. He grunted out in pain on impact.

"Huelga de la sombra, I win this time." Devon said as he placed his weapons back in their sheaths while walking towards the kitchen.

"Wow nice one, I didn't see that coming. New move?" Dylan sat back up rubbing his chin.

"Not the only one." he said turning his head slightly. He then continued walking to the kitchen.

Dylan sat there slightly stunned. That was pretty good, but...He grinned as he got back up and followed him into the kitchen.

When Dylan entered the kitchen, he saw Draken finishing up dinner and Devon fast asleep on the dining table. He sweat dropped at how fast the guy can fall asleep.

"That moron can sleep at any time. He can't even help set up the table." Dylan sighed as he started setting up the table for dinner.

"And you're surprised?" he replied shaking his head.

After about five minutes Draken turned off the stove "Alright wake him up, I'm just about done here."

Dylan grinned as he threw a plastic cup right at Devon's head. He woke up and groggily grunted "Captain brat."

"Lazy slob" was all he got in return.

"How's the face doing?" Devon cockily questioned.

A tick formed on Dylan's head as he replied "Oh it's just fine, seemed like an ant bit it. But I'll soon repay the favour don't you worry."

Before another fight started Draken laid the food on the table. Instantly all the anger disappeared and was replaced by hunger. They dug in with no manners as usual and that earned a smack on the head by their brother.

"Seriously, you two need to learn some manners."

"Come on, I was hungry and you're cooking's soo good!" Dylan pouted.

"Kiss up" mumbled Devon.

"Don't start that again!"

After dinner the lazy slob was charged with washing up much to Dylan's amusement. The two free brothers walked out of the galley and away from the grumbling noises. They decided to relax out on deck before turning in for the night.

"It's really peaceful." Dylan said as he stared at the sky, leaning on the railing. It was a clear night sky filled with stars.

"Yea, this just feels right for some reason. It's like we were always meant to set off." Draken agreed next to him.

Not too soon later the galley door slammed open. The two brothers watched as Devon lazily walked out and fall face first onto the deck. Dylan slowly walked over to turn him on his back using his foot, only to find him snoring away.

Draken shook his head while Dylan fell over laughing.

"That never gets old!"

Suddenly they heard a whistling noise and something exploded right next to them.

Devon grinned as his eyes shot open "Finally some action!"

He put a hand on his weapons after getting up. Dylan tapped his pocket to check if he has his bag while Draken ran into his room to fetch something.

Devon sighed "I told him to always have it with him. I always have these guys with me"

"He really doesn't like to lug it around and I don't blame him. It's kinda troublesome." Dylan shrugged.

As they got ready a ship a little bigger than the WinterWolf approached them. It had a Jolly Roger with a cowboy hat on the skull on the top.

"You there! We are here to raid your ship. That was just a warning shot, next time we won't miss. Surrender or die!" shouted a man with a cowboy costume on.

He had an odd face which resembled a horse for some reason. They knew he had to be the captain because his costume seemed flashier than the other crew.

These guys look damn stupid Devon thought.

"You guys look damn stupid." Dylan said bluntly earning a snicker from Devon.

The entire crew fell over at the comment.

After they picked themselves up, one of them shouted "How dare you insult us like that! Do you know who we are?"

"Nope and we really don't care." Devon replied.

Another crew member got steamed. "We're the Wild West Pirates and this here is our captain, Wild Horse Philip. He has a bounty of 7 million beli!"

"Wow the first guy we meet and he has a bounty. We seriously are lucky!" Dylan said excitedly.

"This is gonna be interesting" Devon smirked.

"Enough of this! Men it seems they refuse to surrender. So, attack!" Philip commanded.

Dylan and Devon prepared themselves as the crew jump over their rails and swung over from ropes on board their ship. Devon unsheathed his kenrods while Dylan stretched.

Three rushed at Devon with swords drawn. He blocked the first strike with bruto and struck the assailant in the head with trituradora. He crumpled to the ground in a other two attacked at the same time from both sides. They simultaneously swung their swords at his head but he ducked easily. Crossing his hands, he jabbed them in the gut hard with his weapons and they flew away unconscious. One over the rail and the other hit the mast hard.

In the meantime, another four decided to attack Dylan. He didn't bother getting into his usual stance as he only uses it for serious fights. One of them went in with a punch to the face. Dylan casually tilted his head, dodging it. Before the thug knew it, Dylan's leg slammed into his ribs. Bones cracked as he was knocked into another of them. They hit the wall and fell over knocked out. Then one came from behind and attempted to slice his head clean off. He squatted down and threw a punch upwards. It connected with the poor fellow's jaw and launched him straight up into the sky.

Dylan looked up with a hand over his eyes and whistled.

"I guess I put a little too much in that one."

He glanced over to the last remaining guy who had a gun. His hands were shaking as he stepped backwards.

"Stay away monster!" he said pointing the gun at him. Dylan disappeared in a green flash and reappeared behind the guy.

"Now that's rude, you picked this fight." he said darkly. Before he could react, Dylan hit the back of his neck knocking him out.

Draken finally ran out of his cabin only to find bodies on the floor. He was carrying an interesting weapon. It was metal staff with a sword-like handle in the middle.

As he took his first step out, the guy who Dylan launched into the sky landed on him.

"What the hell?" he shouted. He pushed off the terrified man and got back up.

"Oh sorry about that bro, my bad." Dylan said with a stupid smile while rubbing the back of his head.

Should've known Draken glared at his brother as he picked up his weapon. A guy jumped from above the cabin targeting him. He just side stepped and pirate grunt landed on the deck. Draken used his weapon and smacked him on the head.

"These aren't your everyday pirates I see. Men, retreat back to the ship. Tiny and I will handle this." The captain announced as he and a rather large man holding a club jumped on the WinterWolf. The other Wild West members carried the injured back onto their ship.

The brothers walked up and stood in a row facing their opponents.

"So who's the captain on this miserable ship?" he demanded.

Dylan stepped in front and said "Me you horse-freak."

Ignoring the insult he retorted "You? You look the weakest among the three. Be serious here."

"Well neither of us wanted to be captain anyways. It's his dream. We have our own goals." Draken said as he looked at Devon.

"Yes, and you shouldn't call him weak. It might actually piss him off." Devon added smirking.

Phillip still didn't seem convinced and laughed out a little.

"Well, I guess I just got to show him just how strong I really am then." Dylan said annoyed.

"Have fun captain." Draken said and Dylan nodded.

"Alright if that's how you want it. Tiny, you take care of the other two. Leave the captain to me." Philip ordered.

Before they knew it Tiny launched himself at the two swinging his club violently. They leapt back to avoid the blow and looked at each other.

"Time to show this guy just how brothers fight!" Draken said with Devon nodding.

Dylan calmed down a little and suggested "Hey horse-freak! How bout we watch this first?"

Phillip's vein popped at his new nickname but he agreed.

"Seriously though, your name is Tiny? That's a shocker." Draken stated, annoying the large brute.

Tint went in for an attack aimed at Draken, but he stood his ground and blocked it with his weapon.

"Not bad, you can withstand my strength."

"This is nothing big guy." Draken said as he pushed the surprised Tiny backwards stumbling.

Draken smiled as he stepped aside, allowing Devon to dash in pass him. He flipped his weapons backwards while he ran in.

As he reached the stumbling big man, he struck the ground with his kenrods, launched himself up off the ground and attempted to strike Tiny's face with his right knee.

"Golpear La Luna!"

Tiny managed to block it with his club but the force of the blow knocked it right into his face. Devon cringed at the contact with the club as he felt a sharp pain at his knee.

He landed down behind Tiny and dropped down on his good knee.

Tiny rubbed the blood off the side of his mouth and snarled "You'll pay for that".

He swung out wildly behind him and managed to catch the still recovering Devon off guard. His large arm smacked right into his side and sent him flying.

"Alright Puny, you're gonna get burnt to a crisp!" Draken announced slightly pissed.

He took out a small bottle he kept in his pocket and poured the contents on his weapon. He then struck the weapon against the floor and it lit up on fire. The handle though seemed untouched by the roaring red flames.

"I found this beauty along with his weapons from a wrecked ship a long time ago." He pointed at Devon.

"And with my special mixture it can contain the fire along the metal rods, I call her nova." Draken said as he twirled the weapon.

Tiny was impressed by the flashy weapon was at first.

He then snapped out of it and charged in. Draken was ready as he ran in as well. He dodged the sluggish punch easily and used nova to sweep his feet. Tiny fell over with his legs charred and grunted in pain. He struggled to get up as his rage grew.

"Feeling the burn yet Puny?" he taunted the brute.

Blinded by fury Tiny jumped up and came down on Draken with both hands together swinging down. Draken sighed as reeled his weapon backwards. His weapon had a better reach than Tiny's arm so this was just too easy.

He thrust his weapon out and slammed it into the man's chest.

"Dragon's Jab!" he roared as it burned brightly.

He pulled it back and left a huge burn mark on Tiny's chest. Tiny stood there burnt, wobbling on his feet. His eyes were white and smoke came out of his mouth.

"And now to finish it, Devon!" Draken shouted. Devon had already fully recovered and was waiting for his chance.

"On it." he said as he ran in with both arms on his side.

"Huelga de la sombra!" Devon whispered as he delivered the final blow. Tiny was hit by both strikes to the jaw and ribs, launching him over onto the enemy ship's deck completely knocked out.

The crew stared in horror as their first mate was lying on the floor unconscious.

Draken put out the flames of Nova with one swift motion and Devon hung his kenrods by his waist.

Draken grinned and held out his fist and Devon gave him a fist-bump smirking.

Philip's mouth was wide open.

"Not bad guys!" Dylan grinned waving at them. Devon ignored him while Draken smiled.

He then turned towards Philip again.

"Now, it's time for the main battle" Dylan said as his expression changed.

"Hah! He may be my first mate but the gap of our strength is far apart." Philip said.

"Unlike you, I acknowledge and appreciate my crew's strengths and weaknesses." Dylan pulled out his small bag out of his pocket.

"It's been a while since I used these." He said opening the sack. He pulled out two fingerless gloves which were also camouflage green and matched his shirt.

His eyes started to glow an eerie dark green colour and once he put on the gloves they glowed as well.

Slamming his glowing fists together he grinned darkly.

"Shall we begin?"

Authors note

Huelga de la sombra – strike of the shadow

Golpear la luna - striking the moon

So how was it? I'm happy to say this is a heck of a lot longer than my first chapter.

Hopefully the fight was good. I put a lot of thought into their battle styles.

Next up Fight of the Captains!

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