*The Ship seemed to be empty for the most part. Almost as if they were left in a state of disarray. Papers of Shipping manifest scoured the ground, bottles layed spilled. It seems that those that were once on this ship had fled. This cannot be said the same for the other Shipping Vessels, ones that were now very close to the Red Sash Chef. But other than that, the Quarters were utterly Barren.*
*Noir walked back out onto the Deck of the Vessel. His dress shoes clacked against the dark wood. Taking a drag from the cigarette between his lips, he exhaled a puff of smoke and looked around, confused at the lack of noticeable people. That's when he realized. Tucked away behind creates and shipping equipment were the bodies of Marines and Chryos Agents! Why were they hidden? Marines were active in the City and were on the Docks...That must mean that there was someone here doing this...*
*Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the Smokers back! It was harsh and fast! But that wasn’t all, the sting wasn’t like that of blunt force trauma…His back was being burned! A split second later, the Chef shot through the air! Crashing through the Side of the ship causing the siding to explode into a hail of splinters before skidding to a stop after crashing through multiple stalls in the Shipping yard!*
*A voice spoke out from the Chryos Galleon.* “Well well well! Look what we have here! I’d recognize that Handsome face anywhere!”
*Standing where Noir had broken through, was a face that Noir would Recognize. Wearing the Same outfit they had merely a day before.*
*Pure Gold Agent of Chyros Trading Company: Culliford ‘Mar-Syl’*
Noir groaned, his body aching from the impact and the feeling of splinters in his body. He got up, brushed himself off, and turned with narrow eyes towards his attacker. The voice was all too familiar.
“You… and here I was starting to worry about you getting stuck in this mess.” Noir said bitterly. He had dropped his cigarette while being sent flying, unfortunate. He did spot the glow of the ember between the two, so he started to walk closer.
“Even if my Captain is a friend of yours now, I still have to kick your ass. Especially since you are hurting this country.” Noir spoke seriously, now kneeling down to pick up the cigarette off of the floor. He looked at Mar-Syl from underneath his brow,stands of his normally groomed back hair falling down in front of his face.
“I’ll make it quick.” He suddenly growled before lunging at them, running up close before snapping his leg up and swung it up, aiming striaght for his face!
…But Noir sudden froze, his foot stopping a hair away from hitting Mar-Syl’s cheek. Realization dawned on him and he looked absolutely mortified.
“Y-You’re… a Queen..” Noir stuttered aloud to her, not moving from the pose he was in as he stared at her.
Mar-Syl winced slightly and raised their arms to block the oncoming strike! And yet nothing made contact…? She suddenly realized why, A coy smile coming over her face as she spoke “Oh my my~ How Chivalrous!”
Suddenly Her Fist combusted into sparks and arced through the air with immense speed! The Flaring fist was like that of a sparkler during a celebration, leaving a visible trail as She made contact with the face of the chef! The Punch burned with the intense heat like putting a lit match out on ones skin! The Impact was followed up by a loud sound of crackling! Bright flashes of colors flying through the air! This was the power of the Pyrotechnic power of the Spark-Spark fruit! Allowing each impact to be accompanied by a display of lights and colors
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The Punch as well was Mighty! And carried enough force that it caused Noir's Nose to bleed! Leaving a trail of blood as he flew back a distance yet again!
“Lucky for you…I’m in a more Kingly mood today.” He said holding up the sparkling fist, the sparks dying down to reveal his typical flesh hand “How about this!” He snapped his fingers and a large sparkler came from his palm. Sticking it into the ground, he held his pinky out, the tip of which ignited in a small flame, and lit the decoration, causing it to spark a brilliant blue “When this here Sparkler is blue, I’m a Queen.” The Sparkler then shifted to Pink “And when it's Pink, I’m a King.”
“That should help your chivalrous heart keep its integrity.” He winked as the Sparkler stayed Pink “Though I must Admit. There's really no harm in striking a Woman when it’s necessary. Especially when you’re fighting for your life or livelihood. That is Equality after all!”
As Noir Lay on the Ground, not getting up. He continued to speak “You know, you mentioned that I was hurting this Country. And I must admit with quite the heavy heart” He put his hand on his chest and spoke in a somber tone “I am a member of the Chyros Trading Company…But I never thought It’d turn out like this! I was merely Hired a few months back for a good bit of cash!”
“Who do you think alerted the Marines?” He declared “I may be a pirate and a Queen of Pride that's disgusted by Marines. But I couldn’t let these people suffer.”
“So, what’d you say we have a friendly fight instead? I’m sure your friends are locked in their own death matches as well.” He Accentuated his movements as he spoke, almost in a dance
Noir slowly got up once more, his head swaying as he got control of himself once more. Blood dripped down and stained his clothes.
“Honestly, the Marines might've been more trouble than it's worth..” Noir said.. With a bit of a laugh to his voice. “Though… at least now, maybe we can still consider you a friend.”
He put the cigarette to his lips, keeping the sparkler in the corner of his eye. “I don't care for equality or my livelihood, I swore to never harm a lady and I’m not about to break that promise for a fight I can win without it.” He looked Mar-Syl in the eyes, smiling at him with a challenging look.
He puffed a huge cloud of smoke from the other side of his mouth, shifting back on a foot and putting his weight on it. “Let’s tango, then.”
The cook launched himself into the air, sticking out his leg straight and flipped through the air and used the momentum to put even more force down behind the kick, aiming for Mar-Syl’s shoulder this time.
The Impact was Harsh into the Monarch of Pyrotechnics' shoulder. And audible, CRACK being heard. He Winced as he lurched to the side, 'Such power! This young man may just be on my level!' He thought to himself as spun on his heel and gave his own roundhouse to the side of the Chefs face! Sending him reeling a small distance away. "A real shame I have to mess up such a charming face!" He playfully mocked