It felt colder than usual, the crisp winter air this island produced had seemed rather colder. His face was smashed into the ground, with an icy foot digging into his cheek. The ground was covered in blood, as Dominick possessed multiple wounds over his body. Wounds from the roller blades his enemy possessed that left a few first degree burns and light cuts that had their own number. If this beaten went on any longer, it could prove fatal to Dominick's life. All he wanted to accomplish was make it to the new world, though in his situation it didn't seem as likely anymore. The man by the name of Walh, would stand over him with his cleaver blade, laid across his arms shoving his foot into Dominick.


The pain began to fade as his body temperature declined, as his mind dwelled on thoughts of his past experience of a pirate. He'd cough up some blood which absorbed into the snow by his mouth, he'd hold his stomach which refused to settle as his mind began to descend into another world.  The place he met his best-friend, the ideal place for pirates to meet. On the battlefield or rather in a bar, in this case both. Without knowing much about each-other Dominick, and Mura-ya worked hand and hand. It was a time they rejoiced about, and a time that motivated him to travel in pursuit into the South Blue. HIs journey had almost came to an end, until he heard a voice. It was familiar, just enough for a tear to run down Dominick's face blending with the dry blood near his lip.



It was towards the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence.

Dominick's brief decent into the world of his thoughts, had ended as quickly as he was sent. The others would think believe he had be struck into a coma, though it was due to shock and over use of his body. For the last month or so, he's been in multiple battles, and hasn't done a well job of treating himself. To his surprise he'd wake to the cyborg enemy launching himself into the arm with one arm that held the roller blader, as the opposing limb seemed to be missing. His actions of confusion were quickly put to rest as he'd hear the females voice scream from his position, yelling "Get Down". Without question Dominick became lower to the ground, as another dome of snow was create over them. It'll form from the ground upward, as the explosion occurred, and he could see the female take damage as it finalized its closing stage.



"Shit....", he'd murmur out of his mouth, why would this happen at this point in time. Dominick was glad to his see his friend, though he didn't want to be saved or been seen like this. Ever since their last encounter it seemed Mura-ya had found new comrades to take the blue's with, people with an increased amount of power, and as his own power had increased as well. He began to fear alittle, was he going to be left behind?, would he remain this weak until his end of days came? Dominick knew he was in a fragile state as he was vulnerable physically and mentally. After this situation would be over, and he rejoiced with their reunion he'd take his leave, in order not to drag his buddy down. Maybe one day he'd see him in the new world, either on the same crew or different. Anyone who looked at his face past his dread locks would be-able to tell what he was going through, hopefully no word would be spoken until after this event.