Peter sighed. "Some nut tried to attack me right as I was about to get away. Had a bit of a fight, and he decided to get away. Bit of an unpleasant getaway, at that..." he mumbled the last part.
"Come on! I've got a ship not that far from here! We're meeting up with someone pretty soon!" He ran towards the docks, pointing his gun at the incoming wave of Marines, shooting a small fireball at them to hold them off for a second as he took off.
"Nice to meet ya, Yoje. So there's us four here. There are four at the harbor, Sylvester, Grana, the big hairy guy and Sammi. We should be able to catch up with them just a little bit after they leave the harbor, or at least catch up with them before they break through the blockade if we're delayed. Sorry I can't tell you all the details of the plan, but just trust me!"
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Hippocrates waited for a second before Ezekiel rushed at him, kinves drawn, attempting to stab him in the chest. He reached his hand up and intercepted the knife, the blade piercing deep into his hand. "Your kind never do go easily..." the blood around his hand poured out surprisingly quick, not dripping to the floor but instead swirling around his hand as he moved it back, grabbing Ezekiel's wrist with his other hand, the wound still gaping.
"Allow me to explain my talents... Any blood I touch or taste, I can find more of it, much like a dog who has found a scent. I can also manipulate it, so long as there is contact. I can control my own as well. If you haven't guessed, I ate the Blood-Blood Fruit." the blood around his hand began to gather together, forming into a sharp-looking blade, his fingers curving along with it. "Crimson Scythe!" he slashed Ezekiel with the blade, and a second later he fell to the floor. Afterwards, the blood seemed to retreat back into the wound, dripping onto the floor. He yelled to everyone there. "Men! Get back to your ships! We may have caught the one who started this, but we still have another thing to settle!"