Alphie was fresh on Karate Island with his Captain, Captain Blanka. Being a Commander, he was now the guys right hand man, but the two knew each other well enough to know both had their own ways of operating and it was preferably solo. Not that Alphie was on an assignment right now. He was killing free time, while the detachment's Ensigns were busy asking around about some Marine that recently left his detachment killing majority if not all of them. It made Alphie wonder about the Blacksmith that forged his new sword just a week ago. The new and improved Same-kiri Bocho bolstered a 50 inch blade length and a one foot handle length. The handle of this weapon peeked out diagonally from behind him on his right side for easy and conventional grabbing since Alphie was a right handed swordsman. Along with this behemoth of a steel slab safely saddled on his back, was Īzasu on his left hip, the blade facing cowards int eh sheath and the handle pointing out forwards in the direction Alphie's hips would be facing. This would always allow for a quick and clean draw with the blade ready to cleave into whom ever was out in front of him when he swung the blade. Then lastly for his offensive arsenal was Curtail. Loaded and ready to be fired at a moment's notice when Alphie pulled the trigger, it was tucked safely in a red sash he wore around his waist. He was dressed casually, since he wasn't under any orders right now and he was looking for a drink or place to chill. He wasn't sure at the moment, but he knew he didn't really want to be around other people, but he did want get into a bit of trouble if he could find some. Legal trouble though. White dress shirt unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled to the forearms, sash around the waist with Curtail tucked inside of it, the handle of the pistol was pressing against his belly that was exposed so it was out in the open for all to see he had the pistol on him. He had some black pants on, then some black boots on as well. Then finally there were a few grams of gold weighing down his neck, just a few harmless gold necklaces, because Alphie liked to floss. All his clothes were wore in a manner that didn't restrict or hinder any of his movements and all his weapons were in positions that were advantageous to him should he engage any being on the island and need to react very quickly.

The time of day was pretty early unlike what most would think given the actions that were unfolding in a certain deserted bar. The sun was shining, but at Alphie's back stretching his shadow out in front of him. So should any being or object approach from behind, he'd first be alerted by their shadows, for they were stretching Alphie's shadow from a natural reflection of his frame, to an extra 2m in length. Oh, in addition it was pretty quiet where Alphie was. Since he was looking for a secluded place to enjoy his time this was beneficial to him and meant now all he needed to do was find a bar. No civilians were currently on the road he walked on, so should one begin to draw near or start walking eh road he'd more than likely notice. The pace of his footsteps were irregular. Slow, normal, then fast, but not in that specific order. Alphie wanted to be able to hear the footsteps of others should one join him on the road to allow him to listen to another's footsteps. With his irregular walking pattern, matching the timing of his footsteps would be impossible and on the dusty road, there was a lot of light skidding noises coming from Alphie footsteps alone, though he wasn't even trying to grind or slide his feet. These sounds weren't loud enough to disturb Alphie's focus on his surroundings for he was very alert right now, but one's not matching his unorthodox rhythm would call for a reaction from him. In short, amateur sneak attacks would be hard to pull off and even then, the way Same-kiri Bocho was sheathed and carried diagonally, it guarded a large majority of his back with its length and width, especially the his spine.

He had walked for only about fifteen seconds after detaching from his small group of Ensigns and walking down this quiet road. After those fifteen seconds, he would step inside a place that had pulled him from the group of Ensigns. It had that bar aesthetic to it, so he figured he'd take his chances, since it would probably be desolate given the road it was on. Walking in on a nasty looking money shot from some rice grain wielding fatass, Alphie bursted out laughing as he continued to walk more into the bar to get out the doorway and a bit off to the side, so his body wasn't aligned with it. He had his sights on the guy the whole time he laughed and moved a few steps over to place a bit of his weight on a table top. His feet could still touch the floor and they were supporting a nice amount of his weight so he could move at any given moment. The one and only conventional entrance also occupied a portion of his field of vision. "What the fuck are you doing bro? Hey bartender let me get a drink." He kept his eyes on the nasty looking lard tub while he spoke to the bartender and kept an ear out, because he saw a few doors towards the back of the bar and he didn't want to be ambushed. "I'll have to kill you depending on how you answer, because from the looks of it . ..  I don't even know what to think actually, this just looks fucking nasty, so I'm just going to kill you regardless." Alphie had the habit of assessing the height of a bar's ceiling when he entered. Given the size of this one and the desolate nature of it, he would have no issues wielding Same-kiri Bocho inside. Whether it be a swing coming from straight above his head or off of one of Alphie's sides, space was not an issue, not even the flame based lighting that hung over head would be hit by his swings. Prior to his second line of dialogue ending, he would have gotten that bit of his weight off the table top and fully onto his feet. During, he'd attempt to close the 5m gap that was in between his bullets and the fat naked guy. Drawing his pistol in a flash, trigger and hammer of the firearm unoccupied so he wouldn't shoot himself on accident, the moment the pistol was correctly aimed at the fat guy's chest, not even half of second's worth of time, he would have fired off three bullets at his torso. He was aiming for the area the heart resided. This would be with his left hand, his left index finger working the trigger and the arm's muscles battling the bit of recoil the weapon naturally put out to re-aim the weapon after each shot, not like that was much work. Such a task being done in a fluid manner with no breaks in between it and following the fat man's torso wherever he himself choose to move if he did move. All three bullets could impact his body lethally wounding him in less than a second from being fired and Alphie's dialogue would be ending in synch with the potential impact. His right hand would have moved to the handle of Same-kiri Bocho. It wasn't drawn yet, but it was ready to be drawn the moment the fat man's body entered the danger zone the weapon allowed Alphie to have. It wasn't like the guy wouldn't fight back and given he was unarmed it would more than likely be martial arts . . . ill.

Keenly drawn over his right shoulder and going out on his right side, before cleaving outwards in a 3 to 9 o'clock manner with timing that'd allow Alphie to butcher the fucker before getting too close, without harming himself or interfering with his left arm's pistol work. The swing would cleave underneath the outstretched left arm, horizontally or parallel with it, so Alphie wouldn't be chopping his own arm. At the end of the swing, Alphie would twist his wrist still securely gripping Same-kiri Bocho as to prepare for a back-right-handed sword swing. Meaning the edgeless side of Same-kiri Bocho would be closest to Alphie, so the follow through of his swing wouldn't harm him when it ended with the halt of momentum and maybe with the bisection of the tiny meat gang representative.

Outside the hypothetical, after the three shots were fired out of Curtail, Alphie would have utilized a useful utility technique he learned known as Shadow Step. Accelerating to maximum speed in an instant, Alphie would use Shadow Step to dash to an open space that was slightly behind the fat guy/off his right shoulder. Alphie would dash three feet away from the man, trying to get a reaction out of him, but also place him in an advantageous position. Passing three feet beyond the man's right side with nothing in his own way, Alphie would end his travel 1m away from the man. Right at the end of his travel Alphie would turn over his right shoulder, clockwise, to face the man and from such a distance shell out two more bullets, but this time at his head. Curtail having the same positioning as before, outstretched in his left arm and raised to be level with his shoulder. The travel and shelling of bullets would only take a full second of time and if his bullets hit, the man would undoubtedly be lethally wounded. Even with all that fat, his bullets weren't like typical Marine pellet shoots. They had a smaller surface area allowing the rounds to pierce, causing more concentrated damage.

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The nerve this fat fuck had. Alpha couldn't even enjoy a laugh to the fullest, before things were forced to escalate to a combat situation. Not that Alphie wasn't about to fire off a few shells himself, but yeah. From the distance the two were at, the man's feet were in Alphie's peripherals and given he was buttass naked and fucking another unconscious or dead guy, Alphie was pretty invested in this guy's being, no homo. That said the stomping foot, smacking lips, and the jerking of the head was noticed and digested with the ulterior motives being a possibility. With the nature of the attack the man tried to execute, despite the lighting of the bar, it was noticed by Alphie. The attack that came from his face at least since that was what Alphie was really looking at. With the moment being shared between the motions/attacks, Alphie needed but one motion to avoid both since they'd be released in synch despite one arriving before the other. The air blade came at his neck diagonally, the lowest point of the blade was on his left side, while the higher point was on his right side, this being from Alpha's perception. Strafing to his right with a low one inch high glide, he also ducked his head and a bit of his body down,in effort to avoid the blade and unintentionally dodge the bullet of sharp air aimed at his chest. The table he had touched on was used to further push his weight to move quickly allowing him to pull off the dodge, in turn it'd topple over from the pressure he applied with his push.

The size and angling of the attacks would allow him to be out of harms way with only strafing 2m to his right into clear space. During his strafe, he would have withdrawn his pistol with his left hand. The withdrawal wouldn't get him hit by any of the attacks, it would have been when he was clear, but anyways. He would fire two test shots at the man himself, but shoot one other that at a blazing lamp that hung over the man's head. The rope being near the flame was well lit, so Alphie could see it perfectly. Only a flicker of the eyes was needed, but he still had big-boy in his peripherals when he flicked his eyes up, fired, and flicked them back down onto him to unleash the last shot out of the two he would fire at the man. This maneuver occupied not even quarter of a second and would potentially result in the lamp falling on the man's head. In addition the glass holding the oil would break on the man's head should he be hit, dousing him in the flammable fluid and lighting him ablaze at the same time. Centered on the dude, all in a 3m radius would be in range of this hazard, luckily Alphie was now 5m away from him.

"Where'd something like you learn something like that?" Alphie would say in the midst of his short lived strafe and his words would a continue a bit after. He had also subconsciously removed Same-kiri Boho from its saddle during this strafe. It was safely brought over his right shoulder and allowed to rest on his right side, part of its weight being rested on the wooden floor of the bar, so Alphie wouldn't burn out his right arms strength for limited time one handed usage. It was a precaution for safety given the man was using weird attacks like the air blade shit he tried to sneak the marine with. With the sneak tactic executed on Basa's behalf, he just needed to test the waters with this guy, for he could be a Devil Fruit user, more importantly a recruit for Basa's crew that was on standby. It could be said it was foolish to play games when the man was obviously trying to kill Basa, but he needed to assess the man's capabilities somehow and Alphie needed a good fight anyways, so he'd sit back and let his tactic take effect.  
Before the end of his dialogue such a tactic would have unfolded and proved to work or fail. Specifically half a second after his feet touched down from his strafe, is when the lantern would hit, should it hit. The nature of the shooting Alphie exhibited would make his ploy nearly impossible to notice. As far as knowing a bullet out of the three wasn't aimed at the man's person but above him and didn't just miss. With the close proximity in which all the three shots rang, all being fired in only three quarters of a second, and the slight tweak of angling he'd have to make with Curtail, it was just something that wasn't easily assessed unless one knew how Alphie fought. He only had knowledge of the lantern's placement, because he did his scan on the ceiling to check his blade's clearance should he need to use it. Should the target catch on and move to not get hit, Alphie would shoot two more bullets at the man's chest in hopes of piercing his heart, his shells swimming right through all that fat in his body and hitting home. That was in the case of the man not moving to close the distance between the two combatants. Of course if he wanted some close combat, Alphie would answer in a different way.

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"Well ain't this about a bitch?" Basa watched inquisitively and scratched his with his left hand, the one holding Curtail, but with his finger off the trigger. Barreling into the shelf of alcohol and killing the old bar tender with him, just moments after a few Ensigns bursted in the bar. "¡We heard gunsho- They looked at accumulation of fire and the trail of flames leading to the bar that was now fully engulfed in the flames. Left hand returning Curtail to tucked inside his sash safely and his right, safely returning Same-kiri Bocho to it's place in the harness on his back, he turned and began exiting the bar. Placing a hand on an Ensigns shoulder he gave him a smile. "Well you guys make sure this fire gets contained and can't spread. I'ma go look for another bar for a drink."

Stepping out the bar and making his way back where he came from in populated streets, he decided he'd have to settle with a bar with people in it. Desolated bars seemed to be keen to freaks, which made Alphie a bit introspective since he decided to go to one in the first place.
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