A/N- Hey guuuuyss! I am so excited to share this chapter, like honestly, this is my first time writing a fight scene, so if it felt wonky, then please leave a review so that I could fix it in future chapters. I'd also like to apologize for the many errors from the last chapter, when I read it again I was legit cringing on the grammatical errors, those happen because I only proofread once nowadays and that was it, still it too much errors for one chapter and I'm sorry for that. Anyways, I won't keep you for long, especially with all the action, so without further ado, here's chap 15 and happy reading! - Diwata
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"Speaking"
"Thoughts"
"Attacks"
"Songs"
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece nor its characters, Eichiro Oda does.
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As swift as the wind, and silent as midnight, two hooded figures made their way through the thick forest, and hid under the veil of the shadows that lingered in every corner.
The light taps of the soles of their shoes gave an almost noiseless echo whilst they headed east with great speed, grace and agility.
The wind gushed against the fabric of their cloaks that made it seem like they were birds flying lowly on land.
They went in and out of blind spots, as they moved effortlessly between tree to tree, and the various plant life of the village.
There was no hint of fatigue written in their faces. It was like they hadn't sprinted across the diameter of Toroa in an insanely short amount of time that no ordinary human could possibly do.
Under normal circumstances, it would have taken almost an hour or so to get from the west to east on a vehicle, and even longer on foot, but they made it seem like it was just measly ten-minute jog on an early morning.
Melody gripped the hem of her cloak tightly, she wore a determined expression as she readied herself to fight at a moment's notice. With her senses heightened at a maximum, she paid close attention to any sudden changes in her surroundings.
Anything and everything could happen, and it was better overestimate the enemy, rather than to underestimate them. This is the marines they were talking about.
"Puru puru puru…..puru puru puru…"
The familiar sound of a den-den mushi rang on Alexander's wrist, and successfully gained his attention. His running stopped into halt, with Melody doing the same.
He motioned his hand to a small abandoned building, as the other nodded and followed suit.
"Puru puru puru…..puru puru puru….."
They laid low, hidden from sight to receive the call. When the two made it sure and confirmed that nobody was around to eavesdrop, and no marines to apprehend them, Alexander took the call.
"Hello?" His voice cautious, Alexander asked whoever was on the other line.
"Alex, it's me, Chiko." The voice of a man answered, and this relieved the couple as they feared someone might know of their plan.
"Chi? What's wrong?" The ex-captain asked, unsure why Chiko would call him even after they discussed everything with Ophelia, who he knew would immediately fill in things for her husband.
Did something go wrong?
"Where are you now?" His tone was serious, and Melody who listened in on the conversation, felt the unspoken tension in his voice
"We're just about seven blocks away from the port, near the old winery, why?" Alexander replied, as he made a rough calculation between their location from the others.
"You guys need to get your boat away from here. The Navy's got reinforcements and by reinforcements, I mean a couple dozen ships." His heart dropped at his words.
Just how many soldiers do the marines need to deploy? He was seriously just a single man, surely they wouldn't waste their time and energy so much.
But that would just be him being sarcastic.
He knew his worth, and he was more than convinced that the marines just wanted him to be silenced for good, because, he might just spill the right information and shade to the right people and there goes their oh-so impeccable reputation.
His mind returned to the conversation, and asked with surprise at the mention of another set of reinforcements from the navy.
"What?! But I thought there were are only of them? Two on each port?"
"Thought so too, but then….these, smaller ships appeared, I'm guessing they loaded them inside the warships." Chiko replied with evident worry and anxiousness.
"Shit….I didn't expect them to be this cautious." Alexander cursed in frustration, a rare profanity slipped off the man's tongue.
"There are….a ton of them. They are preparing to encircle Toroa, Alex. If they surround the island completely and block your boat, then there's no chance of escaping. They're also beginning to get suspicious of your boat, having your symbol and all. They might rip it to shreds if you don't hurry."
"Fuck….We're going to be there in a minute, I swear I'm….I'm not going to let this all go to waste Chi, you guys have done so much I-"
Alexander replied, only to be cut off by the other man.
"That's not the only reason I'm calling, we have a back-up plan, Alex. Have a little faith in your old buddy and the others will ya?" Chiko said with a slight chuckle despite the dire situation they were in.
"What….?"
Melody was silent, she let the two converse and assess the situation clearly to make a clear solution for another unexpected setback.
"We're….we're going to make a distraction so you can get in the boat safely." Chiko elaborated, although he left a lot of things regarding the said 'back-up plan'.
"How?" This made the ex-captain suspicious.
"Well, we're just going to go back home, away from the evacuation area, a little panic that's all."
"What do you mean?" Alexander pried further, he needed to ensure his friend won't do something stupid because of him and his personal problems.
"Wait for my signal. You can't miss it." Chiko refused to give away anymore details, and he planned to leave it like that.
"I don't like where this is going Chiko, what if they-"
"Just trust me-, no, trust in Toroa, Alex. Everything will be fine. We're normal citizens, they can't hurt us."
Once again, Alexander was cut off, but only with a question that only had one answer.
"Of course….I…..I trust you."
"Great. I gotta hang up, the marines are coming again."
"Thank you, Chiko."
"No problem, Alex"
"Kacha!"
Alexander ended the call and was deep in thought, Melody who had also been thinking of the plan the others had in mind, she couldn't help but worry.
"What do you think, honey?" Melody asked his husband who looked like he was having an internal crisis.
"Well, there's nothing else we can do go with the plan. I just hope they wouldn't get hurt." Alexander replied as he got up and dusted his pants.
"Let's go, we need to hurry, and watch out for the signal."
The two dashed fiercely, closing in the gap between the rendezvous point in under a minute. Blame it on the adrenaline for them to be able to do that sprint.
By the time they reached the east, they climbed atop the third floor of the closest building next to the makeshift marine security base.
The loud worried chatters of the Toroans became audible, as well as the patrolling marines that surrounded the people in a human barricade.
There were about almost a few hundred Toroan Villagers that stood inside an area barricaded by marines who circled them like a hawk, with about three layers of marine protection enveloped the crowd, in case something bad happens.
There was also a checkpoint near it as well, that acts as a security measure that checks each and every person going through it, making sure that the convicted man wouldn't sneak inside the safest possible place in the island and threaten their lives.
It was a must, with that amount of people in one area, who knows what could happen, they were practically sitting ducks.
An incident waiting to happen.
In their eyes, like the unhinged ex-marine savage that Alexander was, he could sneak through and hide amongst them, guaranteeing his escape, or he could take a hostage that would grant him protection, or he could impend to 'martial-art his way through them, endangering the lives of not only the citizens but the other lower ranking marines as well.
They couldn't save face if they allowed that to happen, not under any given circumstance.
They thought of every (im)possible scenario, not that he would never use other people, especially his beloved hometown's citizens as a shield or hostage.
Over his dead body.
That was just low, undignified, and outright cowardice.
He was nothing like that.
Though it was a good thing to know, Alexander had to give them credit. They had improved and grown more brains during the last two weeks after they turned their backs against him.
Good for them.
Good.
For.
Them.
With that as a sarcastic afterthought, Alexander continued to survey enemy territory, and he noticed, just like what Chiko had said, that the number of marine militia was multiplied ten-fold.
There were about twelve ships aligned just next to two behemoths of a warship just waiting to ensnare their trap on him. It wasn't just the sea that was compromised, but more so on land.
It was littered with marines, everywhere he looked, left right and center, all there was were marines, and one too many to count for Alexander's liking.
They had set up their artillery and various weaponry neatly and orderly, placed next to wooden boxes and other things, with its destructive nature just waiting to be unleashed out into the open.
The more he observed, the more his eyes strayed in following a particular set of troops, to which painfully recognized as his former soldiers from his former unit, unit six.
Ah, what a way to put more salt to his injury.
He also noticed a subtle change with how they presented themselves. They looked, odd, menacing and outright bloodthirsty.
They just had this different aura than any other soldier in the vicinity.
While very few others still looked less battle-hungry and were still wearing their uniform with a sea-shell like symbol on their collar, the majority them had the accessory removed, rather harshly too, judging from the tears on their collars where his insignia used to be.
Alexander couldn't help but wince at the clear disownment.
He had already anticipated this, but yet it still hurt. Nevertheless, there was no turning back now. They were no longer his allies and friends, but his enemies and vice versa.
There was no need for them to hold such sentiments.
Which is why Alexander cleared his thoughts and looked at Melody, as he tried to find solace in her presence who in turn, gave him a small smile.
She eyed the marines scattered on their soon to be battlefield. She noted that the first priority was to get the boat out of there and sail it north where their daughter and Robin were waiting.
Melody thought hard, would they try to be sneaky and get there without anybody noticing? But that might be too much for the two of them to handle, and that would take more time.
They couldn't afford wasting it on trying to be stealthy, plus, she was with her husband, and with him plans are usually thrown out of the window after a short while.
After all, Alexander more of a 'get everything done with' kind of person and he would have attacked them head on with no hesitation.
It was already a surprise that he managed to deal with being sneaky for a solid fifteen minutes now.
They knew they were the type not to back away without a fight, so should they give them the benefit of the doubt that they had something else up their sleeves? Or should they just give them what they want and force their way through, everything else be damned?
It has been a while since she had last fought all-out, with no restraints or consequencesattached, and she was itching to go for a stretch.
She didn't want all her hellish training to waste away…
Her thoughts ran short as a rather unexpected occurence made itself known in the tightly knit evacuation area.
*BOOM!*
Within the confines of the evacuation area, a smoke bomb the size of a golf ball detonated just a few meters above the crowd, which alerted the marines from the checkpoint and enveloped them inside thick grey smoke.
"What the-?!"
"KYAAAAA!"
The women and children shrieked that resulted in a chain reaction and made the others react badly to the unknown assault.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!"
The men stood up and tried to protect their families, with their arms spread out wide, to block them for any other possible harm that might come their way.
"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"
That particular shout for some reason, rose to the top and was heard far more than the other noises present in the area.
In a quick turn of events, the villagers ran through their protective human barrier (the marines) and squeezed their way out of the dubbed 'safe place'.
They pushed, pulled, yanked, shoved and scrambled their way out of there, as the marines tried to prevent them from escaping through the use of riot shields but that didn't seem to appease the public.
"DO NOT PANIC!"
"I REPEAT! CITIZENS OF TOROA DO NOT PANIC!"
"THE NAVY WILL PROTECT YOU!"
Their words fell deaf on their ears as not even their reassuring words sank to them as they continued to fight their way by hook or by crook and in a few seconds of complete hysteria, a stampede broke out.
"MEN! ROUND THEM UP! THIS WOULD ONLY MEAN TROUBLE!"
"ON YOUR FEET AND CALM THE PEOPLE!"
"SIR YES SIR!"
The marines broke off from their first protective position and dispersed into town where the Toroans were headed. They tried to subdue them, but they ran even faster and covered their ears, refusing to listen.
Dust clouds formed behind them and trailed on their feet as they made their way to wherever they were headed. What was worse was that they decided to scatter themselves all throughout different alleyways, buildings and establishments.
This made it harder for the marines to fire, because they might accidentally harm them, which was extremely bad rep on their part, and they didn't feel like being on the receiving end of another scolding from their superiors.
The head of security, Rear Admiral Pippin, was currently stressing his beard out because of the public disorder. This spelled out trouble from all possible angles.
"SOLDIERS! ROUND THEM UP IN ONE PLACE! DON'T YOU DARE SCREW THIS UP!"
"NO SIR!"
Sadly for them it was all staged.
It was just a plot, of a back-up planned named 'Turquoise' that only the villagers know of. They knew very well that Alexander would never allow them to do such a thing, let alone act as bait for the marines to chew on.
But they had already decided, and since things already turned out for the worst, they proceeded with that plan, whether the man liked it or not.
"That must be the signal, honey….." Alexander said, as his voice died in his throat. He did not believe his eyes as he saw the smoke bomb thrown from the crowd and out to the marines.
"Well, he did say we can't miss it." His wife replied, also taken aback by the bold move from the other man her husband spoke to earlier.
The two watched as the scene unfolded, they couldn't help but feel as if it was all too in their favor.
With them going in and out of the secluded areas of town. They must have it all planned. How elaborate they were.
It was the beginning of an impending catastrophe no matter which side they were on.
"Honey?" Alexander looked at his wife, and retied his cloak tighter.
"Yes Honey?" Melody replied, as she took note of her husband's action, which only meant…
"Let's go kick their ass"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Taking the golden opportunity of a lifetime, Alexander and Melody jumped into action, quite literally. They descended from above and landed with a loud 'thump' that resulted in a pair of craters on the ground.
They ran full speed, their forms parted through the earlier smoke, and went the opposite direction from the fleeing townspeople. Their movements were not left undetected as it didn't take long for the navy to spot their peculiar appearances.
This made them suspicious and reached for their weapons, while the two just stood there, menacingly.
"YOU TWO! WHO ARE YOU?!" A man shouted at them, with a bazooka in one hand ready to blast them into the stratosphere.
The others also seemed to take notice as they gathered around them in a decent number. They pointed their firearms and with a clicking sound, it was locked, loaded, and ready to fire.
"Nobody."
That was the imaginary trigger.
Bullets rained down on the couple, but none seemed to land a hit on the two. They ran full speed ahead towards the soldiers and began their conjoined counterattack.
Melody jumped high in the air and pummeled her fists down onto the ground as she landed with such a force that it resulted in forming a mini-shock wave.
She hunched down, faced forward and shouted,
"SOUND BARRIER!"
Her voice created layers upon layers of sound waves weaved that manifested into a clear, solidified impenetrable barrier and deflected the bullets that flew towards them.
It bounced back, its size now one-fourth of what it originally was from being squeezed because of the impact.
Alexander dashed through a single opening within the barrier and began attacking head on.
"LABAI!"
He criss-crossed his opponents' arms into an elbow lock and flipped them over, not only dislocating their elbow but probably rendering them useless as well.
The man seemed to move in a blur as countless marines were thrown up high into the air, and crashed themselves into the hard ground with a devastating crack.
Within less than a minute of his attack, he had already taken out anout half of the marines stationed in the area.
"ATTACK!"
"DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!"
A new wave of marines fired at them, now with their cannons and riffles for added power. In a few moments, cannonballs dotted the sky. By the looks of it, it seemed like the fight was over when it only began.
"Tch." The cloaked woman clicked her tongue, annoyance present in her barred teeth and furrowed eyebrows.
"PIERCING WILLOW!"
An earsplitting falsetto erupted from her diaphragm as the air rippled rapidly towards the falling ammunition.
It twisted, compressed, and contorted into multiple needle-like points that pierced through every single bomb, detonating it far before it reached the ground.
The marines gawked at their wasted attack, but only for a second. They regained their composure immediately and settled in to dispatch more soldiers from their warship.
"I need to take care of those pesky cannons."
Melody thought as she cleared her way through the marines, but they never seem to stop coming. She needed to disarm their warships to avoid getting incinerated while they escape.
With the marines fast approaching her, she whirled around in an instant and with a glint in her eyes she took a deep breath.
"CRESCENDO!"
Slowly she vocalized an 'ah' sound, and as it gradually became louder and louder. It was a beautiful melody, irresistible to no one as nobody seemed to mind an uncalled for, impromptu song number.
What a foolish bunch, Melody thought as the marines paid no mind to her singing, they didn't even bother to cover their ears as a precaution.
A very bad practice.
Her voice only continued to grow louder and higher in a high pitched tune that may or may not have ruptured the ear drums of the navy forces surrounding her.
They didn't know what hit them.
This put them into a temporary paralysis that would last a good five minutes before they came back to their senses, which allowed her to jump on board without any interference.
She took a good look at the placements of the cannons, and thought of the best way to destroy it. She made up her mind and hummed a ballad.
"The songs of the raging seas…..….."
She positioned herself along with the side of the ship as she started to infuse her legs with the sound of her voice. The song generated about 150 decibels worth of intensity compressed into a small space.
It twirled around her legs rapidly, only seeming to go faster by the second.
With foot raised her foot up high, her back bent backwards, and with one swift movement, she brought it all crashing down.
"DECIBELLE SHOT!"
The cannons were reduced to ruble, and the impact created a gaping hole caused the warship to rock side to side as it leaned hard to starboard. It threatened to sink, but its mass and buoyancy kept it somewhat upright.
She repeated the same action to the other warship next to the first one.
She could only imagine the shocked faces of the marines on land stunned by her effective cannon-removal.
"Alright! I still got it" Melody stated with a grin, her rebellious attitude and cockiness from her childhood resurfaced.
"Now…...where is the boat." She muttered to herself as she scanned the area and found their escape vessel that miraculously survived her attack despite being dangerously near the two warships.
She jumped from the almost wrecked ships and landed herself onto the smaller boat. She checked it for possible damages, and thankfully there was none.
"Whoops! I should have searched for the boat first, but eh, it's still in one piece hehehe…"
Melody lowered the sails and prepared to steer the boat north, but stayed relatively near the shore for Alexander to easily board it as well.
"FIRE!"
Two lines of marine firing units shot at the boat, together with their reinforced smaller-sized ships but instead of cannonballs, bullets were fired at her yet again.
"Shoot!" Melody stammered, as she momentarily forgot about the previous time limit and that she was in a very vulnerable position.
She took hold of the helm and maneuvered the boat away from the shipwreck-inducing black balls and the other ships that tried to corner her. Her boat was rather small and much easier, this helped her glide through her much bigger and deadlier opponents
With a few sound barriers there, and a quick turn, she escaped another attack from the relentless marines.
"Whew! That was close!"
Darned marines just had to give her a heart-attack. Well, they wouldn't be bothering her for long.
"DON'T LET THEM ESCAPE! FIRE! FIRE AND SINK THAT BOAT DOWN INTO THE OCEAN!"
Somebody ordered, as the marines loaded another round of ammunition in the cannons.
"Theatrics-much?" Melody whispered to herself, and couldn't resist the smirk that tugged on the end of her lips.
As the marines were about to light the fuse, but an alluring voice snaked its way through their non-existent defenses and stopped them in their tracks.
A thin streak of mist surrounded the woman's figure, it rippled slightly as it flourished through the air and slowly enveloped those around her.
Melody received her wanted reaction from them: confusion.
"Look! What is that?!"
"I-Is that another smoke bomb?!"
"Don't be fooled! It could be anything!"
"WHY DID YOU FOOLS STOP?!"
"FIRE!"
But before the lit match could reach and burn the fuse, a distant voice called out to them and enchanted their helpless souls.
"…..Obey my command, all those that hear my voice….."
Melody spoke with a tone sultry and hypnotic. With an addicting sweet song, she attracted the unsuspecting ears of the unlucky marines privileged enough to actually hear one of her songs.
"…...I am yours to follow…fire not at my humble boat, but onto those clad in blue and white garments.….."
The marines stilled, and like obeying an automated command, they followed without question like faithful servants that became prey to her voice.
"….They threaten to silence my voice...or do you wish for my song to end…?"
"No, dear maiden." They replied with a daze, movements sluggish and sloppy, all their attention latched onto her every word.
"…...Then…do as I have commanded…"
"My pleasure."
They redirected their cannons that once pointed at Melody and now aimed at their fellow marines. This caused the others to look at them, and noticed what they were planning to do.
Instead of firing at one of the attackers trying to escape, they turned around and prepared to fire at them.
"OI!"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
"FIRING SQUAD! HOLD YOUR FIRE!"
They did not heed their command, and with a quick flick of a match, the fuse was lit and fired. A sickening boom was heard along with the screams of the panicking men on fire.
"GAHHH!"
"JUMP IN THE WATER!"
"GET THE MEDICS!"
"WHY ARE THEY FIRING AT US?!"
The fiasco of an attack wreaked havoc amongst the stationed marines near the port. The said unit kept on bombarding their own allies with every ammo that they had, including the newly deployed ships to encircle the attackers' boat.
In the midst of their own internal conflict, Melody steered away from them and went on ahead, with no resistance whatsoever.
All that's left for her to do was to pick up her husband and the two could finally sail north.
"Now, where is he?"
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Meanwhile, just a few meters behind, Alexander was giving everybody other than himself a relatively hard time. He had been taking down soldiers left and right like a tank even though he had no other weapon other than his legs and his fists.
The marines on the other hand just kept coming. Seriously, where do they get all those men from? Do they clone them like Germa 66 or what?
He guessed their plain tactic in this fight was to win with numbers.
Quantity over quality it is then.
It took some time before they start realizing he was even bigger of a threat than they had originally thought, and finally brought out their big guns, or should he say the more experienced ones, those with more power to deal with him.
Still, their effort was futile, because Alexander was, after all a seasoned marine. He had been presented a promotion as high as one of the Vice Admirals, but he declined the offer.
He settled for being a captain instead, because that meant less work and more time with his family, well, he saw how that went..
"TAKE THIS YOU BASTARD!"
A larger soldier with a questionable number of things stuck into his curly hair ran towards the unknown attacker with a two-pronged dagger in his gloved hand. He charged at him with all his might and tried to sink his weapon into his skull.
Before Alexander could deal with him, he finished off the remaining armed marines with a quick chop at the back of their necks, effectively knocking them unconscious, and turned to the strange looking man.
"It's Vice Captain 'Dagger' Gardino!"
"That's his famous dagger in action!"
"He's finished now!"
"It's all over for you! no one can survive the vice captain's dagger!"
"BEAT HIM UP!"
"GO GET HIM, VICE-CAPTAIN!"
The other marines from the sidelines shouted as they watched their superior dash through them and made his surprise attack from behind the ex-captain.
"Ehh? It's bad to run with a sharp object you know" Alexander smirked as he sensed the man's killing intent.
The vice captain's dagger was inches away from ripping his head off his shoulders, when the ex-marine captain turned around and dodged while swinging his arm.
He had blocked the attack with his forearm, effectively pushing the man's hands with the eccentric weapon away from him.
"BURST!"
He hurled his legs, and struck a hard blow on the man's torso. His momentum and close distance meant the other received his attack square in the chest, probably shattering one or two of his ribs.
"URK!"
Both the block and the strike carried enough force to push the man a few feet back before he collapsed with a tremble on the ground, and blood trickling down the side of his mouth.
"V-VICE…"
"VICE-CAPTAIN!"
The marine supporters cried out at the fallen vice-captain and bawled their eyes out.
"Oh will ya please hush up? Gardy here couldn't even land a hit. Let me handle 'im"
A new challenger approaches.
The said challenger emerged from behind the lower-ranking marines. He took his time walking closer to Alexander, with a snarl on his face and a cigarette between his teeth.
"CAPTAIN TIMOTHY!"
The marines proclaimed his name collectively like Gyats from Dressrosa as he entered the scene. The marine captain turned to look at his men momentarily.
He gave his orders with a weird southern accent and an even weirder choice of words.
"Get that Gardino outta here will ya? Fix 'im up and whatnot. He looks like a darned ragamuffin."
That last one earned more than a few sweatdrops from his men, but nevertheless they obeyed.
"SIR YES SIR!"
"We'll bring him to the infirmary, Captain!"
"Yeah yeah, just get 'em outta my sight. Once he wakes up he'll be madder than a wet hen."
Again with the peculiar expressions…
The medics took the unconscious vice-captain onto a stretcher and carried him away, while others replaced the defeated marines in another wave of reinforcements, this time, with double the amount than the last.
"Don't interfere." The man said, in a firm authoritative demand.
"But sir-" A newbie soldier made the mistake of unintentionally offending the man.
"Did I stutter?!" The marine captain exclaimed with a frown, as he bit down his cigarette harder, causing it to break in two.
"N-NO SIR!" Frightened by him, the soldier replied with a crack in his voice which earned a few snickers from his fellow colleagues which made him bite his tongue.
"Well well well, if it isn't Alexander." Timothy said as he approached with pressure on his step and he stood face to face to confront the wanted man.
"EHHHHH?!"
The bystanders, a.k.a. the marines shouted, complete with their eyes popped out from their sockets, snot dripping from their noses and their tongues stuck out from their mouths.
A typical surprised reaction.
"Aish, these folks only got only one oar in the water…"
The captain muttered under his breath at the hopeless bunch. He lit another cigarette in his mouth and puffed out a smoke from his lips, and it blew in the other man's face.
"Heh, didn't think you'd recognize me so soon, Tim." Alexander replied truthfully with just a hint of sarcasm in his tone as he addressed the man in front of him with a nickname that indicated they were somehow acquainted with one another.
"Oh please, 'yer fighting style is very distinct ya know." 'Tim' answered back, as launched himself with a pickaxe as his weapon of choice.
"Aww, no need to spill the beans too quickly." Alexander said playfully.
He evaded his attack with a couple of backflips while Timothy charged forward, hot on his trail. The two engaged in close combat, each attack just barely missing each other's hits by a hair.
Timothy fought with all his power and effort, but he knew Alexander was holding back. The fight looked too one sided, and this frustrated him to no end.
The battle continued for a good three minutes until Alexander finally stopped entertaining the man. He took a stance and readied himself for a serious attack.
"I've had my fun, Tim, but I gotta go, duty calls." Alexander told the other man. He really needed to hurry, after all, his wife wouldn't be all too happy if he took too long.
He whirled and thrust his leg into the air within a fraction of a second and delivered his finishing blow.
"TORNADO KICK!"
Timothy tried to dodge, but the man's movement was too fast for his vision and the last thing he saw while standing on his feet was a blurry image of a foot nearing his face.
He was thrown up and into the ground, miserably. He couldn't move his body anymore and his kick hurt like hell.
Alexander gave him one last look, and rushed towards the shore, and boarded a boat with his accomplice, both clearly headed north.
His men rushed towards him full of worry.
"Captain! Captain are you alright?!"
He did not reply, as he head was still spinning from the nasty fall.
"I knew it, I'm no match for 'em." Timothy spat out bitterly as he had accepted defeat, he put his hand on top of his eyes as he tried to feel numb against his aching body.
He already had a feeling he couldn't take the man down, but he just can't back down without putting up a fight.
With all his remaining power and consciousness, he shouted out an order.
"MEN! DON'T LET HIM ESCAPE! ALERT THE OTHERS THAT HE MADE HIS MOVE AND IS HEADING NORTH WITH HIS ACCOMPLICE!"
"SIR YES SIR!"
As Timothy felt himself being hoisted to a stretcher, he thought about how a certain captain wouldn't be pleased by this setback.
The thought made him scowl, just because that man had the favor of a vice admiral made him feel all high and mighty, as he sat on his high horse and looked down on everybody else.
Honestly, Alexander was far more admirable and respectable than that piece of shit.
"Why did you do it Alex?"
He could only sigh, and let the darkness consume him as his consciousness faded.
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Word Count: 5,545
Date of Publication: April 27, 2020
Notes: Major props tho for human weapon, it helped me out so much while writing this, also, Alexander is a Mixed Martial Artist.