Residing in the old dusty tavern, watching from the balcony as the show girl's proceeded to entertain the guests, who'd regularly come and blow their pay checks. Though Dominick wasn't that type of man, he wasn't about the busty cleavage, nor the booze. We had some standards though others would compare his likes and wants to greed itself. His taste in women had ranged from the small breasted, to the one's capable of holding their own. As he sat back, watching as the show progressed, not delivering facial expressions of delight until he heard a large booming noise coming from down stairs. He didn't try to hide his face, though wanted posters of himself hung all around the town, and on other islands as well. The scene was too played out for his liking, the cornered suspect, the over-use of soldiers attempting to corner a caged rat. He'd lean back in his chair balancing himself with his foot on the rim of the round table, full of buffalo wing bones, and dipping containers. As the marines, marched their way up the steps with their rifles ready, Dominick would be-able to see three others waiting at the bottom of the stairs waiting. Little boys with guns, and a wall of force to back them up. "Dominick "The Gifted Hands" Hide, by your crimes against the World Government, and The Marines. I, Grim Jaw hereby order your arrest", the larger figure at the bottom steps, who apparently goes by the alias "Grim Jaw", would read from his palm. Big and Stupid, just how the marines like em. He knew this wouldn't be as easy as he pleased, from the sheer size of the man. The iron plate around his chin, and the clothes he'd preferred said a lot about him. Dominick would slowly grab four packets of hot sauce, and place them into his jacket pocket. "There's no use in resisting, on sight these qualified men, have orders to fire at will. I advise no-", cut off in the middle of his sentence, Dominick would flip his round table over, as the Marines began to fire. As the bullets riddled the table with holes, it'll start to move as Dominick pushed from the other side. The plat form he resided on before they had interrupted his dinner, was very narrow allowing him to freely push his enemies down the steps. Advancing on the few grunts who attempted to overpower him, they would fall down the staircase, breaking their necks, bones, and causing sever injuries to themselves.

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After driving his opponents out of close quarter combat, he could feel a streaking pain coming from his side. Looking downward, would reveal to be a moderate sized wound in his left side, which leaked a puddle of blood onto the floor, and slowly off the balcony. With his right hand, he applied pressure to the wound, biting down on his lip as the pain seemed to forgotten. It wasn't the first time he had been shot, but it had been a while since he knew what real pain had felt like. Grabbing a flintlock from the ground with his left, he moved toward the balcony and aimed. "OI, OI GRIM JAW!, This is what happens when you corner a rat !", shouting from the top, checking the flintlock for ammo. He was in luck due to it having 6 shots left, as he aimed directly at Grim Jaw. Blam Blam, as Dominick fire two shots towards the head of the pack, as a brave Lt, stepped in front of him with hands opened wide. He accepted the two bullets into his body, as one lodged into his knee cap, and the other exited out through his shoulder. Dominick wasn't a gun man, but it was a damn useful invention. Staring directly at Dominick's figure, Grim Jaw was determined not to move a single inch, resulting to Dominick jumping off the balcony fire the remaining 4 shots. He'd miss two as they ricocheted off his chin into the walls of the tavern, as the other two landed into his pectorals. With a surprise he flinched a bit, absorbing his pain, as the remaining Lt, waiting for Dominick to reach the ground. With other plans, he descended onto his neck, placing his thighs on the opposite shoulders. "Ever wonder what your back looks like?", creating a twisting motion with his body, turning the neck of the Marine in a 180 degree motion, snapping it. As the body fell to the ground Dominick would reveal a hot sauce packet that he stored into his pocket before, ripping it open and filling his mouth with the liquid. To Grim Jaw, it was a weird ritual of some sort, drinking hot sauce after a kill, though it was a battle tactic.

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Grim Jaw, as tall as he was, finally began to move on his own will. "Kid....You'll rot in Impel Down for your crimes here, and the other's you've stacked together", he'd lecture while throwing a mean jab into the ground attempting to finish Dominick with one strike. Landing but a few meters backwards from his previous spot, he'd rush towards his enemy, as he had been to slow to recover from his own attack. Jumping over head, Dominick would spit a stream of hot sauce he had lodged into the back of his mouth, allowing it to spread around Grim Jaw's face. Wiping the hot sauce and wing grease from his hands onto a fallen marines clothes, he'd notice Grim Jaw became more irritated rubbing at his eyes which now looked red. "Impel down will seem like heaven! After im finished with you!", charging Dominick location with a mean shoulder. "Slow...", as Dominick jumped into the air, releasing a round house kick into the neck of his enemy. Tipping Grim Jaw off his course of attack, he'd fly into bar, as bottles fell down, and covered him in a flammable coating. Angrier, he'd rise wiping bits of glass, out of his skin as the liquor burned as it entered his wounds. A dark shadow covered his eyes, as he'd reach for his Sabre. "I'm going to rip your arms off, slice your throat and HANG YOU FOR THE TOWN TO SEE!", shouting as he sliced downward creating a vacuum blade of some sort. A large funnel of wind blasted Dominick into the tavern's wall, opening his wound more. His eyes forcefully closed for a brief second during impact, as he opened them back up Grim Jaw had disappeared.

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The beats of his heart began to violently beat, as he knew what real fear was. The atmosphere had changed to a point were as it was almost a blood-lust. Opening two more packets, he'd conceal them in his mouth once more, as Grim Jaw had re-appeared, using one of the marine techs. "One Sword Tech: Blood Gate", as blood from his skin would be drunken by the blade. "With this, I End YOU!", filled with excitement believing he'd take the head of Dominick, who couldn't move from the previous attack. As the blade entered his shoulder, Dominick would bite down on his lip, preventing himself from yelping in pain. "How does it fill? The weapon of your enemy piercing through flesh and blood, an enemy with the power to strip you of your rights in this world!", digging the blade deeper into the flesh. "Pitiful", Dominick would answer, swishing around the mixture in his mouth. "It feels like...this", spitting another mouth full of liquid into the left eye of his enemy, who staggered back leaving the blade thrusted inside Dominick who began to reach for it. As he pulled it out, a tear ran down his cheek, holding in the pain, not allowing his enemy to enjoy the savory-ness of his voice. Though he had chose to tease his opponent, he had reached his limit, that he tolerated pain. His eyes became more narrow as he dropped the Sabre from his grasp, and walked towards the brute. Boost..., speedily approaching the blinded Marine, Impact. Crashing his foot into the neck of Grim Jaw, causing him to clash with the ground, as he laid on his back. Dominick determined to make his enemy feel pain, would open the last hot sauce packet. Dripping it onto his enemies chest, washing his thumbs in the puddle. He'd move the hair away from his eyes, driving his thumbs coated in hot sauce into the eye sockets, gauging out his enemies eye sight. Closing his eyes, as he lifted his head up, putting all of his strength into his arms, until he could freely move his thumbs inside the head.


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"Tsk Tsk, now why would they go as to send troops after me?, they should've learned I don't like to be bothered."

Dominick rose from his spot, on the corpse's chest, and would walk towards the stage area, finding a freshly lit cigar. As he took a few puffs, he'd flicked the ashes onto a marine, as he took a seat, soaking in his work. He planned to intentionally having a peaceful day off, but instead the world government deemed that these people's lives weren't valuable.

Oi, Grim Jaw! You got a spot on your shirt, it's like right there. Come on, how are you going to be a marine, and not keep a decent appearance.", shaking his head as he flicked the cigar once more. The ground was covered in blood, and alcohol, as Dominick made his way through the path of corpses.

Oi, Marines ! Drinks on me! For Everyone!, tossing bottles around, as the broke shattering pieces of glass and alcohol around the bodies. It was a shame really, that these fellas had died quickly, or well they managed to flip his switch.

So Grim-ya! What was all that about me rotting in Impel Down? and being worst than hell?See I'm so nice, I gave you a free one-way ticket to hell, now tell me Is it better their with the Devil, or would you rather be here again?, with his ear a few inches from his mouth. Grabbing a lighter from the nearest table, he'd pour the rest of his drink, into the eye socket of his victim, as he'd also put the cigar out inside them as well.

Enjoy your eternal paradise   , tossing the blazing lighter onto Grim jaw's body, as he burned down the building along side the massacre he created.

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