With a wince, Leroy gripped his nails into the dirt. And stumbled to his feet. Leg nearly gave out beneath him as he scowled. A smile slowly grew across his face as he wiped his lip of blood. It was that sneer, that sadistic-looking smile of resolve. Cocking back his good hand he shot another fist forward suddenly! Hoping to catch him off guard as he was standing back to his feet!
But it was to no avail! Another bullet disappeared and caused a flurry of gashes to appear across his left arm! But he didn’t falter! With his now nearly bloodied and torn arm snapping back into place, he burst towards Rango Scotch! The ground behind him cracked as he left his spot behind!
Scotch Scowled slightly as he smiled “Yes!”
Scotch Fired off another shot straight into the side of Leroy! Just off to the side of his abdomen! The bounty hunter then commanded the steel bullet to expand and explode! Leroy felt a deep, excruciating pain shoot through him as his organs were ruptured by the supernaturally controlled shrapnel that moved almost like lightning! The spikes cut their way out of him and flew away and into the dirt with enough force that small craters were formed where they landed!
And yet.
Leroy didn’t stop
With blood spilling from his mouth, he rammed into scotch! Causing him to stumble backward a few feet! “Damn, kid! You still got all that fight in you!” He complimented as he looked at the bloodied visage before him.
The way that Leroy smiled. He was like some sort of demon. Blood staining his teeth as he sneered a wicked and wild smile as he looked at Scotch with a fire in his eyes “That-...All you…Got?” He questioned as he stumbled slightly “Hahahahahah.”
“No.” Responded Rango as he spun his revolvers around and holstered them firmly before flicking his poncho back around him and beginning to walk towards Leroy.
The wicked, and insane captain raised his hands. Clenching his fist as best he could. He felt woozy, light-headed. Deep pain coursing through him that he felt like at any second he’d buckle and fall over. “What…Want- Want some more?”
“Rahaha! You’ve got mean willpower kid.” As he said that, Leroy’s vision began to go black, tunneling around him before slamming into the ground.
“Awe…Don’t leave just yet.” Scotch Knelt next to Leroy. Looking into his eyes as his pupils dilated wildly. He reached behind himself and pulled out what looked to be a wooden compass. Four pillars cornered two circles of wood, the top and bottom of a glass ball with a compass needle hanging in the middle. It was like the log pose Kirk wore…
“This is an Eternal Pose. It’s forever locked onto the direction of an island.” Leroy's eyes could barely read the words that were etched into the edge of the top. “This is where Hornigold Rackham is. An Island known as ‘Arabasta’” He nodded slightly as he spoke. The Gunslinger then put the Eternal pose on Leroy's chest. “That’s where you’ll go after you get patched up.”
He then began to walk away. Spurs clinking as he did.
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Leroy's vision lessened more and more by the second. ‘Am I dying?’ He could only feel pain, pins and needles as he could feel warmth trail across his body, his blood seeping into the sand from his wounds. He was so light-headed, it was like he was drunk. But with the nausea of being blackout. His breath hitched, shallow as he did. Every blink of his eyes felts...Heavy. Like he couldn't keep them open. ‘Sorry…Everyone…’ He thought as he finally fell into unconsciousness.
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The Entire fight took less than three minutes. Closer to only one in truth.
Kále was a light sleeper so when a gunshot rang out in the night his eyes were the first to open. Luckily, he was almost always prepared for a fight. His swords were laying on his lap and balancing on his left shoulder. He was sitting on the floor to the room that the other crew members were sleeping in, he sat next to the door so whenever Leroy got up to leave, Kále awoke but he just figured someone was going to the toilet, he didn't see who it was. Upon hearing the gunshot, Kále sprung to his feet, immediately unsheathing Kikumori and holding it in his hand. He glanced around the room, looking at the beds and which one was missing a man? Leroy's bed.
'SHIT' Kále thought to himself before resheathing Kikumori and dashing out the door, fastening his swords to his belt as he charged out to the street. He had no time to dress himself, he was shirtless, shoeless, and only wore his dark green trousers. His bandages on full display. Kále spotted Leroy, conked out on the ground. He ran over, immediately taking note of the wound on his arm, which was leaking blood out onto the dirt. "Leroy? Leroy?! FUCK!" He hoisted Leroy up onto his shoulder before charging back inside. "GILLS! JEANNE! GET THE HELL UP!" He dropped Leroy on one of the beds in the hotel room. Kále usually wasn't one to get so energetic but in this case, with his Captain in such a state, he needed to act loudly and quickly. Also, he had no idea how to treat wounds so he needed Kirk and Jeanne's help.
Kirk was a VERY heavy sleeper, not even the sound of the gunshots outside could rouse him. Especially when he was so spent from loading the ship. He hadn’t even gotten his beauty rest in for a while now! The least he could get was at least a good sleep tonight, right? Yeahhh no, didn’t turn out like that, because he was suddenly shot up in his bed, awaking to Kále’s panicked shouts and the slam of the door. It took a moment for his groggy mind to focus on what was happening, but as soon as he realized, Kirk was on his feet and at Leroy’s side in an instant.
“Leroy?! Kále, what the hell happened!?” Kirk instantly had his hands to his captain’s wounds, applying pressure and trying to stop some of the bleeding. “Shit! Jeanne, try to find a medkit in the hotel! Kále, get some towels or just something so I can stop the bleeding!” Noir was up due to the chaos. He looked absolutely mortified, like a deer in headlights! He was just opening and closing his mouth over and over, looking for words to say to offer help, but he was shell shocked by the scene of his Captain half dead.
“Noir! Go see if you can find a doc- ah shit, wait, Kále, did you see anyone out there? Who the hell did this..!?” Kirk had never seen Leroy bleed before, the only exception being the bite Barnum had dug into Leroy’s flesh, it was wild. “I-I’ll go find one, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep an eye out.” Noir said, starting to jump out of bed and run over to the door. He figured out Kirk’s worry of getting attack by whoever did this to Leroy, but they still needed a doctor.