A large explosion burst out of one of the larger, two-storied buildings of the town. Chunks of the building flew off and landed hard against the pavements of the inhabited place. From the crowned top of the still smoldering building, a large figure grinned outwardly, digging his claws against a helpless, already-bloodied father who had barely managed to ensure his family's safety. The man's agonizing screams only heightened to painful shrills, products of the anguishing grip the fishman pressed against the brunette male's head. The sight made his two daughters and wife turn down to bitter tears and pleas, all which were of meaningless nature and origin. The beaten man bellowing out of sheer indescribable pain continued doing so, clinging on to his life, until a single arrow dug deep into the exposed chest of the villanous fishman. It wasn't enough to kill the bastard, but it was did it's purpose, and that was to make the monster unhand the poor, innocent father. The fishman yelled out, but it was not out of pain or desperation, rather interest and curiosity. Who was it that had enough gumption to even attempt to come between him and his rightful place at Oceanus's side as First Mate?  The Answer lied in the form of an intimidating male of, standing no less than seven feet and two inches, wearing heavy black plate armor with a large two handed broadsword sheathed to his back, a set of knives and a crossbow latched onto his metallic arm, frowning at the wounded fishman.

"He's here." began the fishman as he looked to his sides. Four other lower-ranked fishmen of inferior standing who mostly followed the other's orders given his ferocious nature, appeared and snickered menacingly at the Marine who had struck the eel fishman with the bolt of metal. "I've heard a rumor or two about you. An aspiring Marine rookie who is famous for his hatred of my people. How foolish. Do you not know you are inferior to us all? That even the lowest of my kind is better than the mightiest of your's!" said the fishman as his small group hollered loudly and ran towards the Marine who stood grim against the savage lot.

Damocles didn't respond with the offensive with the dignified couterance that was expected of a swordsman. Instead he rose his arm up and aimed closely, dishcarging three more bolts at the other fishmen. However, given his poor accuracy, he wasn't able to mortally wound them, just anger them enough for them to lose any semblance of cool they had. The first one, an odd, star-fish looking fellow, tried attacking Damocles by swinging a big, meaty fist at the other, who simply responded by dodging the punch and firing another bolt at the savage's foot, injuring the beast enough to have it fall down to the floor. The second monster brandished a cutlass around, but showed little grace and made sloppy attempts at swordplay. To this Damocles responded by actually unsheathing his sword, but foregoing swinging it. Instead he took a defensive stance and blocked all of the other's attacks. This one wasn't hit with a bolt, rather once the brute showed an opening, Damocles pushed the other a few feet apart, before firing a pair of twin, hook-tipped chains at the other's shoulders, which he proceeded to swing around until the bastard had been swung about enough times against the walls and ground of the area. Lastly, once the second fishman was done and left up beaten, cold and bloody, Damocles once more fired his chains against another fishman, but this third unlike one was not swung about like the other. Rather he was reeled in close enough to Damocles who proceeded to grab two of his daggers that subsequently dug deep against the sides of the unfortunate soul a total of five times in five different areas before the bloody corpse dropped down. Afterwards, only the 'leader' fishman stood about, flailing around a set of knuckle busters.

"You fool!" screamed the eel-fishman who dropped to the ground and ran at Damocles with his fists. This man was somewhat stronger and faster than the other two, but was still just a horrid excuse for a  living thing. Yet Damocles met the fellow with actual effort by his part by using the sharp side of his sword. It wasn't much of an effort by his part. He didn't know why the other three idiots obeyed the orders of another who was clearly just as strong as them. In this world only the mighty are built for power. The weak are only born to serve at the pleasure of the few and the best. Hence, after allowing the fishman to find a sense of fufilment by letting the bastard paper to gain the upper hand, Damocles rose his blade up.

"Wrath." said Damocles as he swung the blade down, slashing deeply into the exposed chest of the eelman who screamed deliciously. The fishman plummeted down to the ground, but still remained alive, somehow.

"You call yourself a superior race?" said Damocles as he walked closely to the critically wounded fishman who could barely breath, an arrow notched to his crossbow already. "You think you are tough? That you are strong?" said Damocles after he fired a single bolt at point blank, burying the bolt deep into the fishman's left eye. "Yet you don't see do you? Well, I guess not judging by your wounds." continued Damocles as he fired another bolt at the other's face. "Ahhh! S-stop this. I order you!" begged the fishman as Damocles smirked to himself yet ignored the request by firing not one but two more arrows at the fishman's face, rousing the total to four. "Scums who die by having wooden sticks jabbed to their faces shouldn't boast about strength!" explained Damocles as he released a slew of arrows. It wasn't until the face was disfigured beyond belief that the Marine stopped shooting at the eelman's visage.

Prior to this post, there are 10 T1 Fishman down. (3 by Hide, 2 by Lazarus, 5 by Black)

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''Make sure to stay for the grand finale..''

As he taunted two out of five fishmen, Cerberus would swing his lamppost one more time 360 degrees before violently swinging it towards the shin of the first fishman to come lcose to him. The victim would fall harsh towards the ground, falling forward to end up laying behind Cerberus. Following up with the assault on the next fishman, the last one to come running towards him, Cerberus would jump up and instead of swinging his weapon he would strike it forward like a spear. The lamppost would leave a large mark on the chest of the fishman. After hitting him, Cerberus would immediately slam the lamppost upwards, uppercutting the fishman right on the chin.

The fishman who had fallen behind him had stood up, and tried to leave a sneak attack. Cerberus would notice the grumpy sounds of the fishman getting up, so he would turn around right before the fishman would be contracting his arm to punch him. He threw his lamppost in the air and used Shigan, one of the Six Powers that are more commonly known as Rokushiki. Leaving nothing more then a hole where the heart would be located, Cerberus had taken down two fishman.

At that point, 28 Marines would arrive consisting of 25 T1 Marine soldiers and 3 T2 Marine captains.

All of a sudden, Rohyagoji would hear gunshots being fired while he catched his lamppost. Rifles, he understood. He would look over his shoulder and see Marine captain Goto and five Marine soldiers accompanying the man. The gunfire had taken out the three remaining fishman, three clean kills.

''Don't you have faith in me, Goto-san?''

He said with a mockery tone in his voice.

''I'm afraid you'll side with them instead.. So I'm making sure the recruitment is finished business with you being rejected, you scum.''

Rohyagoji would laugh, as he ventured deeper into the town by himself.

Enemy count:
15/30 T1 Fishmen left
2/2 T2 Fishmen left

Ally count:
25/25 T1 Marine left
3/3 T2 Marine left

Cooldown:
3/3 Posts - Shigan

135/150 Stamina

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☠As the lights gradually turned on along side the streets, as the transition from day to night occurred. The smell of fish and smoke would blend together into an aroma that brought the sense of death, a feeling most people like himself were all to comfortable with. Concluding his brawl with a few aggressive fish-men, he came to the conclusion that they weren't the only members participating in the madness, as the remaining attacker attempted to flee from battle. Even without telling Dominick directly, he was able to piece events together. The town was under siege by an opposing race, well a pirate crew full of an opposing race. He wasn't obligated to help, though he felt as if he should participate in helping prevent the incineration of a town. Continuing his stroll along the streets, not in any hurry to dive himself into anymore immediate danger, he came across a pub.

It seemed to be a rather ordinary pub, though it was going through the same crisis as the town. In front of it laid the bodies of two fish men, as another man stood over top of them. From his perspective of the situation, it seemed as this fellow was also morally obligated, to fight against the threat. He'd walked towards than man, stopping about 3 meters away from his position before he spoke a word. Oi, Oi. You could only handle two? Heh Just kidding Dark-ya. His appearance seemed rather unsociable, but Dominick would continue to engage into conversation, even without a response from the other acquaintance. Though a response wouldn't be the most important thing on his mind, his focus should be concentrate on the hammer head (T2) with the giant hammer in his head approaching them.
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CLank!

That was the sound of metal clashing against metal. A fierce duel was being staged in the northern district of the town. At the heart of the entire scenario were two fierce warriors locked in tight struggle. One was a fisherman, an electric-eel fisherman who used a spear that functioned like a lightning rod to conduct his body's electricity, and the other was a marine who by this point taken down several other fishmen who wore armor black as night and welded a large sword. Their clash, while fierce, was one at which the Marine was at a disadvantage. A single strike of his rob would mean electrocution, a thing Damocles was not particularly fond of. Yet the same could be said of his own weapon. Damocles only needed one good swing and it would all be over. Which is why the fight was so difficult. Neither was dropping dow their ground.

A quick two-thrusted offensive was launched, one of which Damocles parried off, while the other was dodged. A third forward thrust was done by the spearman, which Damocles responded by a defensive counter to it. Lastly, the electrical eel fishman tried to slash through Damocles with his electrical spear, but only had succeed in facing the Marine's defense once more. Damocles was a brutal offensive warrior, but he always prided himself in his defense rather than his offense. Hence why he picked up such a heavy weapon that could be used as both a shield and a sword. Meanwhile, the electric-eel fishman was relentless. Anything less of his own expertise with defense would ha results din his death already. Furthermore, that spear held back more damage per hit, given the bonus of electricity. Despite this Damocles continued to hold tightly to his place.

"That defense of your's is impregnable." said the fishman after taking a break from his onslaught.

"Thank you. Your skill with the speak is of high standard likewise. Despite this, I'm afraid I'm growing tired of this game." said Damocles who grabbed his sword tightly and rushed forward, swinging his blade over with his left hand, aiming it at the other's head. The lancer managed to meet the strike by lashing the sharp heap of metal against the fine tip of his spear. With his free hand, Damocles grabbed hold of the fisherman's head and smashed him down on the ground. Damocles then proceeded to attempt to thrust the blade through the mans face, but the eel had triggered his special ability and shocked the Marine. After this the lancer met the swordsman by striking the spear against the side of the man. Even if it was a non-mortal strike, it had dealt damage. Furthermore, that electrical attack had dealt a decent amount of damage.