In car 2, CP9 were given an update of the situation with the other cars.
"So you're saying that the rear two cars were detached?" said Kala. "How could you allow something like this to happen?"
"My deepest apologies, man," said the agent. "But in our defence, even Captain T-Bone got trapped in one of those cars, and you know how powerful he is?"
"Fine, give me a status report of what's left of the train."
"Yes, ma'am. Addition to the engine room, there are five cars still with us, all the military and the fifth car have been taken out. That leaves Wald guarding the fourth car, Nero on duty in the third, Heather Owson up in the first car and everyone here in the second car."
"It would seem our enemy is not to be taken lightly," said Lael. "However, the only problem that concerns me in our current situation is that Eret is walking around in this training free. Our mission was to at Eret and Heather Owson into custody and delivered them securely to Enies Lobby. As long as we accomplish that, I don't care how many men we lose or how we take care of our enemies. That has no bearing on our mission."
Corgi merely gulped at the seriousness in Lael's eyes.
"And were you able to identify the intruders?" Kala asked, looking at the agent.
"Yes, first there were the two men that we had in custody, but now it seems one of those two is wearing some sort of strange mask. There's also a brown-haired guy in a suit that we've never seen before, making a total of three intruders."
"Hmm, he's probably a member of the Dragon Riders Pirates just like a black-haired man is," Silvernose concluded. "Naturally, their purpose here is to rescue Heather Owson, and since they freed him, Eret has decided to help them out."
"Hey, Lael, would you like me to keep an eye on Heather Owson?" Burl asked as he rose to his feet.
"That's not necessary, just a focus on recapturing Eret nothing else matters here," said Lael, and he then looked up and looked directly at the door leading to the first car. "So they want to get Heather Owson back, do they? Sorry to break it to them, but that's just not going to happen."
Meanwhile, Ragnar the others were currently in the fourth car facing Wald, and Ragnar had just declared that he would fight him by himself.
"Like I said, this guy is mine; you go on ahead," said Ragnar. "I'll catch up to you two later. Remember above everything else, our priority right now is to save Heather."
"That's impossible," said Wald as he grabbed a bag of flour and began to the entire back. "I won't let you pass me!" He then began to squeeze his cheeks. "Nothing like high-quality flour."
"Is he going to bring out the spaghetti again?" Snotlout asked.
"Spaghetti Spear!" Wald yelled.
Then suddenly shooting out of his left nostril with razor-sharp spaghetti shaped needles. They were so sharp that they actually managed to pierce the wall behind Snotlout. Quickly both he and Eret rolled out of the way to avoid them.
"Those are sharp," said Eret.
Wald kept on firing his spaghetti needles, forcing the two of them to dodge them, but Ragnar immediately charged at him. He then formed a leg sweep, but Wald quickly jumped over it and skidded across the floor on his skates.
"Let's head over onto the roof," Eret suggested as they made their way to the door.
"Right," said Snotlout and looked back at Ragnar. "We'll leave it to you then Ragnar, best of luck."
"Go, go, go, go," said Wald as the door closed. "They're go, go, go, go gone. But I suppose that's no big deal because the person waiting for them in the next car is one tough customer. Nero, he is the latest addition to CP9, an assassin for justice. Those two are dead meat; if there's one thing, then Nero loves to do is kill. Go, go, go, go…"
"Black Death Kick!" Ragnar yelled as he swung a powerful kick at Wald.
Wald nearly somersaulted over him, and then the two of them looked at one another.
Meanwhile, outside, Snotlout was standing on Eret's shoulders, looking at the remaining cars contemplating.
"Hmm, this would be a whole lot easier if we knew which car Heather was in," he said. "I could infiltrate from the roof and be done in a snap."
"Stop muttering and go already," said Eret.
"Hey, we can't just charge in, especially with those powerhouses guarding Heather," Snotlout pointed out.
"I thought charging it without thinking with your thing," Eret grunted. "Now, will you get moving? You're really heavy for a short bloke."
Snotlout eyes then lit up. "I've got an idea!"
Meanwhile, Ragnar was still trying to hit Wald, but he kept on dodging each and every one of his kicks.
"This will take forever if you keep dodging me like that," said Ragnar as Wald sat on the counter. "I told you I'm in a hurry here."
"Okay then, fine," said Wald. "Spaghetti Kenpo: Pasta Slicer!"
He then began spinning the wheels on his skates so fast that they had actually caught fire. He then began skating towards Ragnar with blazing speed.
"Let's see how you like this!" Wald yelled as he jumped into the air. "Fire Skate Blade!"
He then began swinging some powerful kicks at Ragnar, but he quickly backed away and dodged them. However, the force of the attack did cause the plates and pots on the shelves to fall. Wald landed on the counter and quickly grasped his face as Ragnar had kicked him during his attacks.
"Not only did you dodged my beautiful attack, but you also kicked me 10 times, didn't you?" he cried.
"Actually, it was 12 times," said Ragnar folding his arms.
"Hey, you, are you secretly super strong or something?" Wald asked.
"It's not really a secret; maybe you're just super weak," Ragnar shrugged.
"Super weak?" Wald yelled in frustration slamming his hands on the counter. "Not even my old man would say something like that to me! How dare you! I'm Wald; I won't let you get away with this! You may will look weird, but you're still a good fighter. I'll grant you that."
"You're in no position to call anyone weird looking!" Ragnar snapped.
Wald then opened one of the cupboards beneath the counter and grabbed a giant bag of flour.
"After the failed attack, I feel like I need to prove myself, so I'm going to show you something amazing," he said. "This is why I was chosen to escort these criminals."
He then began eating the entire bag of flour and then pulled out spaghetti from his nose, much to Ragnar's disgust. He then began slamming the spaghetti onto the ground.
"Spaghetti Kenpo Secret Technique!Spaghetti Kenpo Secret Technique!" Wald yelled excitedly. "Beat the dough, knee the dough, pull the dough, feed the dough!"
"What the hell was all that?" Ragnar blinked.
"It's my incredible edible combat uniform," he said. Ragnar just stared at Wald, who somehow was wearing the spaghetti-like some sort of suit. "Spaghetti Formal Suit! Now fight! Go, go, go, go! The secret of this Spaghetti Kenpo technique is controlling the free moving pasta at will."
Ragnar was absolutely furious; he found this entire expedition insulting. "Bastard, how dare you to displace food like that, you weirdo!"
"My speed, my power and my special abilities," said Wald. "I'm in a different league in all those areas. If showing you is not enough, then I'll beat it into you. Go!"
"Just shut up already and get on with it, but prepare yourself because I'm gonna make you eat every last one of that pasta," Ragnar swore.
Eret was currently standing on car 3, and then he came face-to-face with Nero, who had a weasel-like appearance.
"Question, who are you and what are you doing out here?" Eret asked.
"The officer in charge of the first car, a four powers master and the new recruiting CP9, the sea weasel Nero," said Nero. "Unfortunately, I am under specific orders not to kill you, you know you being one of our most important criminals and all."
"All right, that one half, now tell you what you're doing out here on the roof of this train? If you just waited inside, I would have come to you."
"Well, how was I supposed to know that. You might have tried to cheat and escape right past this car."
"My my my, that is rather cautious of you, but in your line of work, you've always got to keep your guard up, right?" Eret smiled. "By the way, what's that weird looking thing right over there behind you?"
Nero frowned and looked behind him, and Eret immediately took advantage of his mistake. He charged for speed and then punched him across the face as hard as he could.
"That was a dirty trick," Nero glared.
Eret laughed. "I have cause it was, they don't communicate of Water 7's Underworld for nothing."
Meanwhile, Ragnar was still facing against Wald, who was still wearing his spaghetti combat suit.
"I welcome you to the wonderful world of Spaghetti Kenpo," said Wald.
"That is the lamest power-up ever," said Ragnar.
"Go, go, go, go! Here I come!" said Wald. "Spaghetti Kenpo: Porkpie Sneak Attack!"
He then slammed his arm down towards Ragnar and quickly jumped out of the way.
"That's the same useless punch from before, only bigger," Ragnar noted.
"Go, go, go, go! Have another!" Wald yelled, swinging his arm at Ragnar.
Ragnar then attempted to counter his attack with a powerful kick, but it was absorbed by the spaghetti.
"Ah, damnit, I'm stuck in this stupid thing," he said as he tried to pull his leg free.
Wald then lifted him up into the air, leaving him completely at his mercy and then promptly slammed him into the floor.
"Go, go, go, go!" Wald laughed.
Ragnar found that now his right hand was trapped in the spaghetti, and a split second later, Wald slapped him across the counter. He slammed into pots, pans, plates and all manner of things that were on the counter.
Wald then lifted him up towards his face. "Go, go, go, go! So what do you think? My Spaghetti Kenpo attacked are pretty impressive, aren't they? It's kinda hard to look cool when your arm and leg is buried in pasta like that, and now I believe it's time to pay you back from all those kicks you gave me earlier."
Wald then jumped into the air and slammed Ragnar into the floor as hard as he possibly could.
"Go, go, go, go!" Wald laughed.
"Dammit, I can't pull my arm or my leg out," Ragnar groaned. "It's impossible to fight back like this if only I still had my pistols."
He then looked up and saw Wald had jumped into the air and was now descending towards him.
"Has my Spaghetti Suprax!" Wald yelled and slammed his gigantic bully right on top of Ragnar. However, he wasn't quite finished yet lifted Ragnar into the air once more. "Want some more? Here's another helping!"
He then began slamming him across the car relentlessly. After about 10 times of this punishment, he then tossed him into some crates.
"Finally, I'm free," said Ragnar as he lifted himself up.
"Go, go, go, go," said Wald. "That's what you get for underestimating me, you meanie. No one stands a chance against my mad, mad, Spaghetti Kenpo."
"If I attack him, I'm going to get caught in spaghetti again," said Ragnar. "I'm just going to have to avoid that stupid suit of his.
"Go, go, go, go," said Wald as he advanced towards Ragnar. "Have a taste of this. Spaghetti Clapping!"
He then began slamming his arms together as they descended towards Ragnar, but he was able to jump right over the attack and grabbed hold of a nearby shelf.
"That only leaves me with one place where I can attack this annoying clown," he said, looking down at Wald's face.
He then jumped off against the wall and used the momentum to strengthen his kick. "Black Death Kick!"
"Spaghetti Needles!" said Wald.
Suddenly spaghetti-like needles shot out of his nose, and Ragnar barely had time to protect himself and slammed into some crates.
"Go, go, go, go!" said Wald advancing towards him. "As you can see, I don't have a weak spot, and I've already figured out your fighting style. Every one of your attacks is some form of kicking, so if I lock down your legs, you're finished."
Ragnar remained silent and pulled his sleeves up.
"Go, go, go, go! Sucks to be you, huh?" said Wald. "No matter what you do, you'll still end up being stuck in my suit. Now while at it, let's try this on for size!" He then began spinning his arms around like a pinwheel. "Spaghetti Kenpo: Multi Spaghetti Spank!"
He then unleashed a barrage of fists at Ragnar, but then his eyes widened when he saw that his arms were being sliced into pieces. The course of this was relatively simple because Ragnar had grabbed a pair of kitchen knives and sliced right through his attack.
"What in the heck did you do to my spaghetti?" Wald demanded.
Ragnar then quickly grabbed the saucer and used it to snatch up all the spaghetti pieces. "I turned that hunk of pasta into a platter."
"Ah, some sort of trick?" Wald stared confused and then looked at his arms. "Hey, you slice my spaghetti into shreds, you jerk."
Ragnar then placed the spaghetti on the counter and held out the knives. "A chef must fight without using his hand or knives; those are secret. So it's always been my policy not to use them in battle, but since we're in a kitchen and that you are using food as a weapon that changes things a bit now, doesn't it?"
"Well, I knew you were a pain in the butt, but that one really takes the cake. Thousands Spaghetti Whip!"
He then swung what remained of his arms at Ragnar, but he quickly jumped over the attack and somersaulted perfectly with grace.
"Try to look cool, you little punk!" Wald snarled. "An amateur cook like you should even be touching my precious kitchen knives! You hear me? Those are only for trained professionals only!"
"I sincerely apologise for my insolence in your kitchen," said Ragnar as he began spinning the knives in his hands. "But I'm gonna let you in on a little culinary secret; it's time for a demonstration. This is how a real chef gracefully handles his kitchen knives."
Meanwhile, on top of the train, Eret and Nero were still facing one another.
"Shave!" Nero yelled and sprinted towards Eret with blinding speed.
Eret removed what appeared to be a flesh glove over his right hand, revealing his mechanical hand.
"Strong Hammer!" he roared, slamming his fist towards Nero.
Nero was able to sidestep a split second before the attack hit him. "Paper Art!"
Eret looked back and saw him somersaulting across the roof. "Tempest Kick!"
A slash attack then suddenly shot towards Eret and hit him square in the chest, knocking him backwards. However, it only appeared to have winded him, and he quickly took in a deep breath.
"Have a taste of fresh fire!" said Eret and fired a fireball directly at Nero.
"Shave!" Nero yelled, jumping out of the way.
However, he had jumped off of the train.
"Has this guy lost his mind?" Eret stared. "He jumped out over the sea."
"Moonwalk!" Nero yelled and rocketed over towards the train and landed back on the roof.
'How in the hell did this figure jump back in midair like that?' said Eret.
'Why doesn't my Tempest Kick have any effect on him? There's something strange about his body,' said Nero.
"I've had enough of you!" Eret roared, charging towards him.
"Likewise!" Nero yelled, doing the same.
Eret swung his fist, but Nero was able to avoid it. He then tried to strike him with a powerful kick, but Eret managed to block it.
"What the hell are you?" they yelled at one another.
Snotlout, meanwhile, was using a pair of suction cups which he strapped to his hands and feet to scale the side of the train. He kept on going until he made his way to the first car when he found Heather and immediately knocked on the window.
Heather turned was immediately surprised to see Snotlout. "Snotlout, is that you? Why are you here?
Snotlout merely smiled.