Ragnar was completely overwhelming Absalom; even Fishlegs was surprised he had never seen Ragnar this furious before. The two zombies present were completely shocked by Ragnar's strength.
"He knocked him flat."
Absalom lifted his head. "All right, let's talk about this."
"I think will beyond talk, pal," said Ragnar.
Fishlegs gulped. "I've never seen Ragnar this angry before; he's even more terrifying than Astrid."
"Just tell me this how are you so strong if you don't have a bounty?" Absalom asked.
"I do have a bounty; the Navy just messed up my wanted poster," Ragnar explained. "My name is Ragnar, though you probably know me better by my colourful moniker Gunslinger Ragnar."
"What?" Absalom stared. "Well, that explains a few things, but if you want to pick a fight with me, we'll start with my Hands of the Dead!" He then raised his hands, but Ragnar was not looking too concerned. "Come on, I'll blow you away!"
Ragnar sighed. "The guns, take them off."
Absalom looked at him, confused.
"Don't play down; take off those bazookas you got strapped to your arms."
Absalom now looked shocked.
"I'll only say this once, if Astrid or Fishlegs get injured in your crossfire, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be as twice as dead as those zombies of yours."
"Impossible; how could he have known?" said Absalom.
Absalom then immediately fired, but Ragnar anticipated this and jumped out of the way.
"I tried asking you nicely," he said as he dashed towards him. "Now take those damn things off!"
He then dealt a powerful kick at Absalom's left arm, and suddenly falling to the ground was a bazooka with straps. Ragnar then quickly pulled out his pistol and fired at some rocks heading straight towards Astrid and Fishlegs with pinpoint accuracy.
"What the? Bazookas? Where did those even come from?" the zombies asked.
"What's going on here?" Fishlegs blinked.
Absalom growled at Ragnar angrily.
"I figured it was something like that; a guy with your powers only has so many tricks up his sleeve," said Ragnar as a bazooka suddenly materialised strapped to Absalom's right arm. "I know you can turn invisible, and I know that you can turn anything you touch invisible too, but that's the extent of your powers. Against me, your tactics are as transparent as you are because I know about the Clear-Clear Fruit."
"So he's been using Devil Fruit powers, and that's how he made Astrid disappear and himself," Fishlegs stared.
"Do these two have some kind of history?" the zombie asked the chaplain. "That's the only thing that makes any sense; he knows so much about his powers."
"No," said the zombie chaplain. "If that was the case, Absalom would have recognised him the moment you set foot here."
"I scoured for the Devil Fruit Cyclopedia when I was a kid," Ragnar explained. "I know the powers of every single known Devil Fruit in that Cyclopedia. I believe have a bit, and some of the food's abilities didn't sound as if they were worth the curse anyway. I figured if I was going out to see that, I would need to know powers and how to deal with them. I knew when I read it at the Clear-Clear Fruit could be used in the most despicable ways, so if anyone decided to misuse that power, I decided that I would beat them to a bloodied pulp."
"Just to get this straight, you're mad that I ate the Clear-Clear Fruit and believe I'm misusing that power," Absalom summarised. "You know that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"
"Aren't you using that power to sneak naked girls into the back room!" Ragnar yelled and kicked him across the face.
"He has a point," said the zombie.
"Yeah, he is a pervert," the chaplain nodded.
Absalom found himself being smashed into another pew and lost his remaining bazooka.
"I'm done listening to this nonsense!" Absalom roared as he rose to his feet, removing his jacket.
That's when they noticed that his body was stitched together with different kinds of muscle tissue.
"It's not up to you to decide if I'm misusing this power," Absalom growled. "I don't just have a job as a lion; I've got elephant skin and 600 pounds of muscle from bears and gorillas. Doctor Hogback built this body from the most savage beast you could ever imagine. It is a savage patchwork quilt of ferocity, a masterpiece. The Clear-Clear Fruit is just a bonus, yet another weapon, just a tool to enhance my strength. Understand?"
"So what?" said Ragnar as he dashed in and performed an axe kick down on top of his head. "You still peaked!"
"He's got a pretty good point there," the zombies admitted.
Absalom picked himself up, though barely. 'No mere human can keep kicking me like this. My body would shatter the bones in his legs, but he keeps on attacking me like a bag of feathers.'
He then smiled confidently. "But still, the last laugh will be mine."
He then started to turn himself invisible.
"You said you knew everything about my Devil Fruit, and you want to still my future bride from me," said Absalom. "But face the facts; they are both mine! The next thing I'm taking from you is your life."
Ragnar immediately realised what he had in mind. " Fishlegs, he's coming after Astrid!"
Fishlegs quickly grabbed Astrid in his arms. "Don't worry, I got it!"
Ragnar then began looking around for Absalom. "You're not gonna lay your filthy fingers on Astrid!"
Ragnar began looking around, aiming his pistols in every direction; it was difficult to pinpoint Absalom as he was using the echoes in the chapel to mask his presence.
"What are you even looking for? I'm invisible moron!" said Absalom. "But you can still feel my power! The power of the jungle!"
Ragnar was then suddenly punched in the face, but he was able to stay standing.
"Oh really, you still think you can fight me? Let's see how well it works out for you! Mystery Man Handler! Mystery Man Kicker!"
Absalom began hitting Ragnar all over his body, making sure not to give them a chance to counter-attack. Remarkably even after all that, he was still able to stay standing, though he looked terribly shaken.
Absalom laughed. "Hand her over and save yourself; you drop dead."
Ragnar then suddenly felt a massive pain in his left shoulder as Absalom had just stabbed him with a knife.
"You evil bastard!" Ragnar cursed.
"Ragnar!" Fishlegs cried.
Ragnar then fell to his knees.
Absalom laughed. "You fall into your knees; I guess your not much of a man after all."
Ragnar coughed, spitting out a bit of blood. "Says the man who is too afraid to show himself and resorts to kidnapping to get a date."
"Ragnar, don't make any more angry," said Fishlegs.
"I think a little late for that, Legs," Ragnar smiled. "Besides, I don't plan on stopping even if I'm on my knees; I'll keep fighting no matter what."
"What a man," the zombie stared.
They then heard footsteps and Absalom's growls as he walked by Ragnar. However, he failed to notice that he stepped into a puddle of Ragnar's blood, and Ragnar immediately grabbed his leg.
"Let go of me, dammit!" Absalom commanded as he tried to break free. "Let go!"
"I've got you now, bastard," Ragnar smiled. "With all the different animals you got stitched into you, you're going to make one damn tasty casserole."
Absalom tried to free himself by attacking Ragnar constantly. "I said let go of my leg! Don't get cocky with me!"
Despite this on-site, Ragnar was able to remove the knife that was impaled on his shoulder. He then quickly followed by unleashing a barrage of kicks right at Absalom.
"Black Death Kick!" Ragnar yelled.
"Absalom!" the zombies cried.
"You got him now!" Fishlegs cheered.
Ragnar then finished up with a devastating kick smashing him against several pews, shooting past the zombies and leaving a massive imprint on the wall.
"And now I pronounce you man and wall," Ragnar smirked.
Hiccup, meanwhile, was getting swarmed by the shadow bats.
"Get off of me!" he yelled.
Moria laughed as he watched. "Don't worry, kid, they don't actually drink blood. To think you defeating me… ridiculous."
"That's enough!" Hiccup yelled as he spun around, causing the bats to hit the wall.
However, they just merely pulled themselves back together into Doppleman and continued to guard Moria.
"Rookie pirates, so cocky, you fools are just setting yourselves for your own humiliation," said Moria.
"Dragon…" Hiccup yelled.
"Break Bat, go," said Moria,
Doppleman them broke apart into bats, and they began to swarm Hiccup once more. He tried frantically to break free from the bats; no matter what he did, they continued to swarm him.
Moria just sat there and yawned, looking as if he was about to fall asleep.
"Dragon Combat!" Hiccup yelled and began hitting the bats with punches, kicks and his tail.
This sent the bats flying back into the wall, and they reformed back into Doppleman. Hiccup was starting to realise there was no waste that could touch more if he continued fighting like this.
Moria laughed at him, no doubt finding this quite amusing.
"I'm starting to get mad," said Hiccup.
He then suddenly took off and flew downwards.
Moria looked over the edge. "He jumped? Is he trying to escape? What a coward."
Hiccup, however, had no intentions of escaping and soon was flying back up.
"Dragon Talon!" he yelled.
He then kicked through the platform directly beneath Moria, sending him flying up into the air before he hit the ceiling. Seconds later, he hit the ground, and rubble fell down on top of his head.
"You brat!" Moria yelled furiously as he picked himself up. "What a cheap shot!"
"Looks like I just kicked your butt?" Hiccup smirked. "Plan on taking me seriously now?"
Moria glared at him in frustration.
Perona, meanwhile, was still running for her life, with Snotlout following close behind and Treacle following close behind him.
"He won't stop chasing me," she cried, looking back at Snotlout. "If I can just figure out how to finish him off, I can get rid of all the other pirates. Damn, that muscle head jerk!"
"He won't stop chasing me," said Snotlout looking back at Treacle. "If I can just figure out how to finish him off, I can get rid of that snotty ghost girl. Damn, that zombie bear!"
"Stop running!" Treacle yelled.
"Quit chasing me and quickly running, ghost girl!" Snotlout yelled.
"Quit chasing me and hurry up and take care of him, Treacle!" Perona yelled.
The three of them just continue running down the corridor.
"Get back here!" Treacle yelled.
"I'm right behind you, ghost girl!" Snotlout yelled.
"Noo!" Perona screamed.
"Quit harassing my mistress!" Treacle roared and launched himself at Snotlout. "You're scaring her!"
Snotlout quickly jumped moments before Treacle's face hit the ground where he had stood just a few seconds ago.
"Just go away!" Snotlout yelled.
"I'm coming, mistress!" Treacle yelled as he jumped into the air.
Snotlout quickly ran moments before Treacle slammed into the ground once more. Treacle repeatedly continued this line of attack, forcing Snotlout to dance around to avoid him.
Snotlout then saw a fork in the road along with a number of pillars. "Here goes!"
He then suddenly made a quick turn to the left, and Treacle smashed into one of the pillars. Snotlout looked behind him, and it certainly looked as if Treacle had been crushed by the rubble, and he gave a sigh of relief.
Unfortunately, Treacle was still very much conscious and broke out of the rubble rather quickly.
"What kind of sick monster would make such a violent teddy bear!" Snotlout cried as he ran.
"Quit running from me!" Treacle roared.
Snotlout kept on running until he saw a few candlesticks holding some burning candles. 'That's right, I forgot!'
He then quickly grabbed the candlesticks and wrapped some bandages around his fist, and set it ablaze the candles. "Hot Fire Punch!"
He slammed his burning fist into Treacle, setting him alight, causing him to panic as he tried to put out the flames.
"It worked! It worked!" Snotlout cheered. "You're just like the other zombies, after all! Now let's see if you can cross this line with a little assistance of some oil!"
Snotlout then poured out some oil and quickly removed his flaming bandage to set it alight, creating a firewall to prevent Treacle from chasing him.
"Come and get me now, stupid bear!" Snotlout laughed. "I'm brilliant! A total genius! And now that you're out of the equation, your precious mistress Ghost Girl is going down!"
Snotlout then walked off, leaving Treacle behind the firewall. "All right, now it's time to teach that ghost girl a lesson. Yep, a lesson, an incomplete and total defeat."
He then noticed that she was completely gone. "What the? She was right here?"
"Looking for me?" said a voice, and it sounded as if it was coming from outside. "Come right this way."
Snotlout turned to the window. "Is this some kind of trick? Where is she? Did she go outside? No, that can't be right. This tower is so high that she would have to be—"
He stopped and stared as floating outside the window, roughly 100 feet in the air, was Perona with two ghosts floating beside her.
"What?" he screamed. "How in the hell are you floating like that? I thought your powers to control ghosts. Okay, before we go any further, I should ask… what is your power?"
"That's my little secret; no one messes with the Princess," she said and stuck her tongue out. "Oh, and by the way, I know how to beat you now and when I'm through with you, your friends are next. They won't have a chance in the world!"
The two ghosts that were with her then began to laugh.
"Oh, come on! What the hell?!" Snotlout cried.