A/N: Thanks for the reviews people! Part 3 of 4 of the introduction is on. Not quite carrying on exactly where the last chapter left off but you're only missing a few minutes of story, :) nothing to worry about, right? Anyway, read on readers! (Lucky you by the way, this is an extra long chapter!)

Close to War.

Riku had left the main ship where Kai and rest of them had confronted the Shichibukai, Resker Klan, and was now quickly walking along the deck of his personal ship. It was smaller then the main ship but was still big enough that he had to have 50 crew members running around and making sure nothing broke and everything worked.

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky and Riku's ship was bathed in its light. It was a standard ship in the way of build but it was painted a matt black, the sails made of black fabric with Riku's personal Jolly Roger on the front; a skull with angel wings sprouting from it, as well as his Kai's Jolly Roger smaller below it. Riku was now stood at the head of the ship, resting a hand on the railing.

There was still a large amount of Kai's fleet and Resker's fleet battling it out while trying to avoid being sucked into the whirlpools that Riku had created and bullets, cannonballs and debris was flying the air. The rain was pounding down hard and the thunder rumbled loudly, followed by the flash of lightning.

Riku was staring at a ship much bigger then his own, nearly 4 times the size with masses of pirates gathered on the deck and waiting on the railing to board his smaller ship and wreck it; except that they were completely underestimating the scope of Riku's power. As the ship drew closer, the enemies started to throw grappling hooks attached to ropes at his ship but whenever they got close they suddenly plummeted to the water below.

This happened numerous times before the crew worked out something was wrong, especially when they noticed their ship had stopped moving and was starting to actually move backwards; their sails blowing the wrong way. It was then that one of them looked down at his arms and realised that his hairs were starting to stand up on end.

"Hey…hey, guys?" he said, worry sneaking into his voice. The ones nearest to him were looking at him strangely and then looked down at their own arms.

"What the hell?"

"What's happening here?"

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap…"

Now all of them were starting to panic, calling out in fear and trying to jump clear of the ship only to be pushed back by a mysterious force; like a strong wind or something. Then one of them screamed in pain as a small tendril of lightning crept along the metal blade of his sword and lashed out at the skin on his arm, ripping and burning the flesh away from the bone.

The screams started quickly as more lightning flashed along any metal that was bare to the air, even arcing between bodies, searing the flesh. Again and again the pirates tried to abandon ship but could not push past the windy barrier. One of the pirates bared the pain long enough to look up to the sky but he soon wished that he hadn't.

Arcs of lightning were coming from different parts of the sky and converging on a single point above the massive ship, condensing into some sort of sphere made up of super charged electrical energy. His eyes widened in fear for a millisecond before he was reduced to ashes along with the rest of that particular crew.

A massive lightning bolt, nearly 5 times bigger then a normal one crashed down from the sky and entered the ship through the exact centre. It tore through the wood with no trouble at all and then exploded with such ferocity that bits of the ship disappeared into the sky never to be seen again.

Riku watched with a bland face, with maybe a hint of satisfaction as the ship was obliterated into nothingness. His own little crew all cheered and one particular man jumped up onto the railing and screamed at nothing it particular.

"Screw you!"

"Well, that's not very nice is it?" A voice suddenly said and Riku's crew dropped into silence.

A man was standing in the centre of the now wrecked ship, the water below him as smooth as stone and any debris that came within 5 feet of him rolled away and into the sea. The sea was wild with the storm but as soon as a wave went to hit the man it suddenly disappeared into the flat water below him.

Riku scowled and hopped up onto the railing in front of him, ready to confront this new arrival.

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Razor was also on his own ship now that the initial confrontation with Resker was over. His ship was quite small, being controlled by only 10 people, and had no distinguishing marks it at all. He liked it to be anonymous and it also allowed him to get a new one with no worries should it get destroyed. The only thing he added to any ship he brought was his Jolly Roger, the grinning skull with two vertical swords behind it, handles up, and below that a smaller version of Kai's Jolly Roger.

He too, like Riku, was now facing a ship much bigger then his own, the comparison even more terrifying then in Riku's case. Razor wasn't worried though he knew that when compared to Riku his power was unstoppable. He turned quickly and jumped up onto the small box that surrounded the base of the centre mast and didn't waste time as he scaled it by grabbing a hold of rigging ropes and pulling himself upwards. Seconds later he arrived at the top of the mast, above the flapping pirate flag, and stood unflinching on the tip of wood.

He reached down slowly and unlocked his swords from their scabbards, letting them fall downwards before gripping them by their very tips. With a flick of his wrist he threw them into the air and they flipped a few times before he caught them in his hands. He turned his body so that he was side on to the approaching ship and moved his arms so both of his swords were resting against his far leg; the one furthest away from the ship.

"Primo Circhia…" he said and strange sort of energy covered the metal blades of his swords. "…Furia!" he roared and leapt straight up into the air. As he rose up he spun vertically and his two blades passed through a complete circle before he landed back as he started, except his blades were now held at 90o to his body. Where the blades had passed through the air a light blue arc had appeared, as if someone had sketched a circle into the air, and it hovered just in front of Razor's ship as he spun again, this time horizontally.

A second sketched circle appeared and melded into the second one and as soon as its far side touched the far side of the vertical circle it shot forward towards the enemies. As it flew forward it also grew massive, covering a foot in every direction so that it was bigger then the ship itself. It touched the wood and began sawing through it with jagged motions and was through to the other side in less than 30 seconds where the circles disappeared into thin air.

There were screams and shouts from the crew as their ship was suddenly split into quarters and as it started to fall into the ocean, Razor appeared on the far side with his blades crossed in front of him. He landed on a stray piece of wood from an already destroyed ship and bounced back the other direction with a back flip, his swords moving fast before he landed back where he had started on his own ship.

The screams and shouts became silent and a second passed before every separate piece of wood, metal, piece of ship and falling people were sliced into thousands of small cubes. It fell into the sea with a million splashes before Razor jumped back down to his deck and sheathed his swords with a swift spinning action. He gave a high five to one of his crew and then sat down by a barrel at the head of his ship.

"Uh, sir." One of his crew said and pointed out to sea, where Razor had just destroyed the ship. Razor stood up slowly and turned to reveal a man standing on a part of the mast that was bobbing up and down in the waves. He had a rapier sword on his left hip. Razor's eyes suddenly became serious and he clenched his teeth.

"Go inside." He said to his crew and they didn't hesitate as they ran down into the small rooms below deck. Razor reached behind him and hooked out his swords again, holding them loosely in his hands.

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Lisa's ship was average sized but it was very long and although large masts were down the centre, a large amount of oars were pointing out the sides. At the moment they were fighting the waves in an attempt to prevent the ship from capsizing due to the storm. Above the central mast was a black flag with Kai's Jolly Roger on one side and Lisa's animal skull Jolly Roger on the other.

Lisa herself was pacing up and down the central aisle calling out encouragement to her rowers who were struggling against the waves. As she reached the bow she looked out and picked a ship at random, choosing it to be the one she destroyed. As she gripped the rail in front of here, her hand elongated and transformed into 3 large claws and a shorter one where her thumb had been.

She smiled and the launched herself over the side and towards the sea. As she fell she initiated her full transformation and her body twisted and stretched until she was longer then her ship. Her body was now covered in green scales and dark orange spines ran down her back with wicked sharp teeth protruding from her jaw. She flew across the surface of the water, grinning viciously and growling through the gap in her teeth.

As her dragon figure arose as though from the sea, the crew of her target thought a demon had been summoned as the majority straight up abandoned their ship. Lisa was not merciful though and threaded across the deck and then entwined her body around the central mast. She roared and snapped it into a thousand pieces, rendering the ship practically useless; although in the storm that wasn't much.

She twisted rapidly and then gripped the deck with her claws and smashed the helm into pieces and leant the rest of her body around the edge of the ship. The remaining crew members attempted to attack her body but her scales were impervious to their attacks. She roared again and flames flickered at the back of her throat before spurting forth a column of fire that engulfed the crew and ignited the gunpowder below deck causing the ship to explode in spectacular fashion.

The explosion was nothing to her scaly hide, however, and Lisa sped across the sea again before arriving back at her ship where she flew above it and spun into a circle before transforming back into her human form and landing gracefully on the wooden deck; her crew looked suitably impressed.

Just as all seemed well, a mighty roar filled the area and something appeared in the stormy sky, heading straight towards Lisa and her ship. It crashed into one end and the ship flipped upwards before falling back on itself so the hull was pointing into the sky, Lisa reacted just in time and carefully landed on the slick wood and looked on at the perpetrator that stood before her.

"What the hell are you?" she asked with a look of surprise on her face.

The figure roared again and charged forward, the large horn on its head pointing at Lisa with venom.

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Zion was leaning against the railing on a ship that didn't belong to him; in fact he didn't actually own a ship anyway so it was the only way for him to join in the fun. He was next to Mojaye, who the ship belonged to; there was nothing special about the ship, it was big enough that 30 people needed to be on board to keep it going and on the main sail was Kai's Jolly Roger with Mojaye's one on the smaller front sail; A normal skull in front of crossed knives.

Mojaye was watching another ship approaching his own, the enemies upon it already taking pot shots with their pistols but missing by a number of meters and filling the sea with their bullets. He was flipping a small knife, about as long as a finger, between hands and then span it around his hand before throwing it forward where it knocked a bullet out of the air that would have gotten pretty close to Mojaye's head.

"Terrible shots…" he muttered to himself before turning to Zion "You ready to show them whose boss?"

"Yes." His voice was gravely in comparison with Mojaye's clear, concise one. He stepped forward and rolled his shoulders and then stepped back again, except this time he sunk into the deck up to his knee. He followed this with the other one and then sunk into the shadow until only his head was showing and nodded to Mojaye before disappearing completely.

Mojaye himself shook his head from side to side before turning to a small boy who had come up to him. "Rex, can you go and get my box from my room. You know the big one full of swords?" Rex nodded and scampered off as Mojaye reached into his holster and picked out four knives which he juggled across to his left hand and then drew four more and threaded them so that he held one between each finger. He held them below his waist and waited for the signal from Zion.

Zion stuck his hand out and then pulled himself up so that his head was pocking out of the shadow, a man stood in front of him and was leaning out of the crows nest shooting wildly with his pistol. Zion slowly raised himself up until he was directly behind the man and placed his hands gently on each side of his head. The man froze, and then he died. The vicious twisting motion Zion made snapping his neck and practically putting the head on backwards. Zion looked over at the edge and gave a wave to Mojaye who was looking directly up at him.

Mojaye saw the signal and unleashed the first pair of knives, his arms flashing in front of him and the knives soaring through the air at high speeds. He flashed his arm three more times and sent the rest of the knives flying. He then bent down in front of him and picked up two long sword blades, with no handle, from the box Rex had brought to him and spun his body around to send them spinning towards the enemy ship.

The knives all flew with pinpoint accuracy and cut through the guy ropes attached to the mast and the main sail, and then buried themselves in the chests of people. The force was strong enough that the men were thrown off their feet and the blades long enough that they were dead before they hit the floor. The spinning blades flew away from the ship but arced back before slicing through the two ratlines and then pierced through the helm wheel, rendering it useless. Mojaye never let a blade go to waste when he was throwing.

He then reached down again and pulled out set of eight swords, all joined together by ropes. Mojaye drew the first one and flung it through the air and then followed with the other seven in quick succession before discarding the empty scabbards to the side. He pulled another knife from his holster and held it out to the side for a couple of seconds before flicking it forward in the same direction as the swords had gone.

The swords pierced the mast in certain places and the knife rotated lazily through the air before a hand caught it and Zion moved out of the shadow the central sword had made with the knife grasped in his hand. He raised it above his head and then rammed it into the mast, just below the sword above him. There was a split second where nothing happened and then a mighty crack filled the air and a monstrous split appeared in the wood between the knife and the sword.

The split carried on along the mast like slow motion lightning before settling and left a gash in the wood an inch wide and ranging from the bottom of the mast to the top. The loud noise had caused the crew to turn around and stare at it and then at Zion as he slowly rose out of the ground at the base of the mast. He moved his hand slowly and held it in inch in front of the wood before flicking it.

Nothing happened momentarily and then the mast exploded into tiny fragments and Zion disappeared as the crew hid there faces to avoid injury. Zion reappeared below deck and gently tipped a lantern making it fall of the edge of the barrel it was on and the flame caught a line of gunpowder that ran along the floor. It lit up and travelled fast and it soon reached the massive pile of gunpowder barrels that Zion had set up for this reason. As it exploded, the bright flash cast Zion into a shadow where he melded into it as though it were water.

Mojaye nodded with an impressed look as the ship exploded into tiny fragments thanks to the gunpowder and looked down as Zion appeared next to him and went back to leaning on the rail and nodded back to him.

Then he rocked forward as blood spurted out of his shoulder and fell onto his front with a pool of blood appearing under him. Mojaye started to move forward but was blocked as a bullet smacked into the wood in front of him and he looked up to where he guessed the shot had come from and could see the slight glint of glass way off into the distance on another ship.

"Long rangers….I hate them." He said to himself.

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Ruther was flexing his muscles and tapping his humungous axe against the deck beneath his feet. His personal ship was thick and sturdy and he had displayed the flags of the ones he had beaten along the sides so that future enemies could see what they were dealing with before hand. Kai's Jolly Roger was displayed on the main sail and his own personal Jolly Roger, a skull with two axes crossed behind it, was on the flag above it.

Another one of the enemy's flagships was looming down on Ruther, the massive Carrack made even the galleons look tiny in comparison. Its 4 large main sails aided by many more small ones allowed for ludicrous mobility for such a monster. The crew that were aboard it had already latched grappling hooks onto Ruther's ship and were dragging his smaller ship in with some sort of winch system that made it useless to resist.

Ruther was not worried however, he was aching to get on board and crush it into dust. His massive frame mixed with his weapon of choice made him a formidable opponent and a perfect match for the massive ship in front of him. Lined up behind him were his top warriors, who were toting axes and swords on par with his own in size.

As soon as the side of the ships clashed together, Ruther roared a command and his crew threw there own grappling hooks that were connected to rope ladders that allowed for them to climb rapidly on board. Ruther himself was too big for these ladders so instead he swung his axe hard and cut a massive gash in the side of the ship and used outward pressure to lever himself up onto the deck.

When the balls of his feet had barely touched the fancy deck of the massive ship, he was charged by a number of adrenaline filled pirates, waving cutlasses and shooting wildly at him and his crew. Ruther roared loudly again and swung his axe in a wide arc, flat side first, and swept them aside like broom does to dust. As soon as it was clear he stomped forward and made his way to the central mast, his crew dealing with the downed men.

He reached the mast with no trouble and swung his axe wide again, this time blade first, and sliced through the massive mast like it was nothing at all. Although he had severed it completely, however, it still remained mostly upright because of the guy lines stretching down to the deck and railing. Ruther swung his axe again and embedded it into the deck before wrapping his arms around the deck in a tight hug.

He clenched his teeth and roared for a third time that fight and pulled with all his strength upwards and sideways, as well as twisting. The force was enough to snap the taut lines but some still remained so Ruther swung it sideways and it smashed into a passing ship, rendering it dead in the water.

Ruther picked up his axe again and jogged lightly to the helm of the ship and ripped the wheel and its holder out of the way before raising his axe high above his head. "Leave this ship!" he roared, mostly to his crew but also as a warning to the enemy, before he swung down with incredible force.

His axe hit the deck but instead of embedding itself there like it had before it smashed completely through it a gouged a canyon through the centre of the ship. The deck wasn't the only level affected though as it carried on right down to the bottom of the boat, splitting it so that water came rushing in through the cracks.

He picked his axe back up and hitched it on his shoulder as he headed towards the railing so that he could vault it and jump onto his own ship below but just before he got there he was suddenly dragged backwards and dumped to he ground. He got up with a growl and turned to see a man holding his palm out towards him with a strange vortex spinning in its centre.

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Jigan was stood with his arms crossed at the head of his own ship with Doctor stood next to him grumbling away. "Can't believe we have to do this, nothing to do with us, why doesn't he do this himself, wouldn't be a problem for him…" he muttered and Jigan looked across at him and suddenly clapped him on the back with a chuckle.

"No use grumbling about it Doctor, let's just have us some fun!" he said and then ran forward before jumping off his ship and landing with grace on the ship closest to him.

As he rolled to a crouch, large curved blades appeared out of the top of his arms and curved slightly over his clenched fists and the edges of blades appeared curved from the top of his foot and stopped halfway above his shin. He grinned wildly and then sprinted forward towards the gathered pirates ahead.

His fighting style was strange, it rotated like a top and he flipped regularly to make sure that his legs got as much action as his arms. His blades passed through people with such speed that they didn't realise they had been cut before blood spurted from their wounds, they all thought they had had a lucky miss. They were wrong.

The fodder lasted as long as expected under Jigan's blade but he suddenly bounced backwards as his blades hit something they couldn't cut through. He got back to his feet and came face to face with a pair of knee's that were armoured with a strange metal. He looked up slowly and came across a waist, chest and arms covered in the same strange armour before he came to one of the ugliest faces he had seen in a while.

"Wow, you are one ugly looking dude." Then he looked down at the chest again and shuddered. "Or rather one really ugly woman…" The fist came down swift and strong but Jigan was expecting it and rolled out of her reach.

Before he could get his revenge however Doctor suddenly appeared and rammed a foot into her gut, the wooden sandals clanking against the metal but pushing back the monster with the force. He dropped to the ground and clenched a fist tight as whatever it was stumbled forward with fury and then he uncoiled like a spring and jumped into the air.

As spun once and then his fist connected with the bottom jaw and then as they both went up into the air, he rotated again and the giant was sent spinning into the air. Doctor bounced off of a small mast and landed, crouched, on her belly. She was still stunned from his previous blow so he shrugged and then kicked both feet down.

Her massive body flew downwards and crashed into the deck, causing it to sag under her weight. Doctor was till in the air and was flipping heel over head with the grace of an eagle and then plummeted down towards his prey. Jigan suddenly realised what he was going to do and launched himself back to his boat.

Doctor crashed into the giant once again with both feet and the force created by him and gravity was enough that the deck collapsed completely and the giant crashed through down to the lower decks, and then down to the sea through the floor. The water touched the edges slowly, like a person testing how hot their bath is, and then suddenly started to gush in.

Doctor casually walked across the remaining deck, the ship getter closer and closer to the sea and hopped lightly back to Jigan's ship and they both watched as it sunk beneath the waves. Doctor turned to Jigan and gave him a dirty look.

"And that is how you take down a ship in one go." He said

"That was technically four go's…" Jigan said, with disappointment in his voice; he had missed out on most of the fun.

Doctor was about to move off when the ship stopped moving downwards and started moving upwards until it was back to where it had started; the only give-away that it had sunk at all was the wrecked decks. Doctor looked on with a raised eyebrow as a figure appeared from the wreckage and stepped up onto the front railing of his ship.

"He's all yours, I can't be bothered." He said and disappeared below deck as Jigan snicked his blades out again.

A/N: Part 3 finished! Well, that was fun to write, anyway keep your eyes peeled for Part 4; the Finale! (of the introduction only of course!)