Byron would mentally facepalm as he was walking out of the tree with Saul. Ugh, he could  be a real idiot sometimes. Though as the duo were walking out, a strange congregation of people seemed to be gathered up. Armed oddly...With small weapons. Hey Byron, you know these guys?Saul would say over with a small whisper to the Okama.
Hm?Where the hell did they come from???Let me check it out.

Byron would then proceed to walk over. Noticing the group speaking to a few citizens in a oddly hostile way.


The okama walked over closer and closer, ready for a fight. It seemed these guys wanted to rob everyone or something of that sort. I heard you guys wanted to rob that tree?throwing out a quick question to see how the "group" would respond to him. Yeah. How about you move out of the way while your still walking?
How about you move off the damn island before I kill you?

Byron was serious, looking the group Intently in the eyes. As some of them would laugh at his response. Heh man. You must be pretty stupid to get in our damn way. Now we'll just have to kill you instead! Quickly, one of the cocky mooks would run torwards Byron, in response. The Okama would shift into his full owl zoan form, becoming noticabley smaller and would zip to the man's side. Raking across his face and neck before he could react. Byron was alot faster than the mook, so he was able to kill him rather quickly.

Oi Boys looks like we got a devil fruit user here....


The men seemed to shout out as six of them would try to surround the owl zoan. Attempting to get the drop on him and capture him. However he would fly higher into the air and angrily squawk at them. Moving in circles as the lesser tiered mooks chased after him. Before charging directly into 1 while another was coming after him. There were 2 mooks behind him chasing him with armed swords, while the 1 in front was ready to counteract him. At the last moment, Byron would dive up. Causing the two mooks to crash into the one they were in front of and cut each other up with their own weapons. The men falling onto the ground like slumps.

The Owl would charge down, at another which was busy trying to swoop at him. Before turning himself into a Mini Missle, His beak pointed straight down, as the man tried to bat at him with his sword. The owl's inertia and descent caused him to crash into the guy'shead. Making his beak pierce his head like a cracker nearly. About 5 inches deep, causing nearly instant death and the man to crash. However another more advanced thief would try to stab into Byron with his dagger. Stuck due to how he crashed into the mook. Byron would attempt force himself to roll, causing a graze across his feathers instead of a stab.

STAMINA:280/290

Word Count:665

Total Word Count:665

One of the mooks was about to to stab directly into Byron's feathery body, but then a shot rang out. Along with the thud of a body, stood Saul slightly closer to the scene now. Fresh smoke flowing out of his flintlocks barrel. He had taken down one of the more advanced mooks that was attempting to attack Byron, and consequentialy gotten the rest of them to attack him now.

Mooks Dead:

Byron in the mean time would pull his beak out of the body, and descend at one of the grunts attempting to attack his newfound friend from behind. Pecking Violently into the back of his neck three times, One on the center of his spine and once on the left and right of it. Causing the guy to go down, feeling strangley unable to move now. Without realizing what Byron had done was crippled him and probably caused him to start bleeding out internally. While that was going on, Saul seemed to be aiming his Flintlock at the mooks coming at him. Waving it threateningly, he really didn't have any more bullets inside of it, this may be the end for the poor guy.

In the Meantime, Byron would swoop down quickly over to one of the downed mook's swords, picking it up with his talons. Then would hold it forward, flapping quickly as to catch another one that seemed to be approaching Saul from behind by surprise. Stabbing him straight through the back of his midsection. The man coughed up blood before succumbing to his new injury.

Mooks Dead:

Saul Watch out!

Damnit Byron if I die here I'm blaming you@!

The Archaeologist wasn't exactly a fighter,but he had some decent aim. He certainly was not going to fight these guys head on, as he'd flee with his pistol in hand to alert others. Two of the Thieves would run noticabley quicker in order to attempt to stop him, Byron had to take some quick action. Utilizing a speed technique to appear in front of them, as they were five meters ahead, while Saul was only a few meters from reaching back in the tree.

...You'll have to get past me first!Caw!~

Brandishing his talons. He'd dash to one and then immediatly run upwards, holding his talons out so he would rake across the man's eyeballs  and face. Blinding him instantly. It may have been a little "cheap" for Byron to do, but in all fairness. These guys were killers and thieves, no point in allowing them to live or letting them do as they please. Another would take out his own pistol and start firing at Byron, Actually managing to clip one of his wings. He'd let out a large Caw before turning into his half zoan form. Appearing sa a humanoid Owl, he would break out his talons and with the sudden transformation. Land on the man, raking him several times over with his hand talons. Leaving almost nothing but a bloody messy nearly.

Mooks Left:

...If you Value your lives. Leave this place alone, or else I'll kick your ass to hell and back. Like your friends over there.

You think your so tough for killing those guys huh? When the rest of our crew gets here we're burning this damn island to the ground!On that, the remaining group of enemies would flee. As Byron would wince and grip his left shoulder for a minute, he had been wing clipped in his full zoan form, and damn did it sting like a bitch, but he had to push on beside it. Couldn't let this get in the way of his job, as the Zoan would turn back into His Human form and start to move into the tree to alert the others.

Stamina Left: 243/290

Skills Used:

[TASK END]

Word Count:793

Total Word Count:1448

Damn Byron, How'd you do it?

...Well you see Saul. I'm not exactly defenceless, I can fight.

Byron was inside the tree with Saul. Saul having informed people of what was going on had managed to mobilize a mini guard of people that were prepared to defend the island, atleast. The only armed or trained Civilians there. Who wielded a small assortment of FlintLocks and Swords. Like any generic crew type of people.

...So is this all Ohara has?
...Unfortunantly, This place is pretty quiet, It's not like most of the people here fight anyway.
....Alright. I guess we gotta make do.

Byron would proceed to begin speaking now, In an attempt to actually rally the remaining people who were going to defend their home. Alright Listen. I don't know how many of those guys are out there, But I do know they want to burn down this tree. Now we can either fight, or just lets these guys take everything you got. Are you just gonna let them burn this tree and all your hard work down?

No!
No WAY!
Yeah!We gotta stand up for ourselves!


Byron in truth was quivering on the inside at heart, he was never really much of a leader in his life. Nor had he ever been, but now. He had to take his stand in the world, but this time it wasn't for his own personal good like it was before. Right now, it was for the sake of others, and something he actually liked for once.

...And he wasn't gonna let people walk all over them or him now. So what's the Plan Byron? We ain't exactly soldiers. That was true, these were Archaeologists who probably knew nothing more than a Simple Brawl. You'll see... For now, Let's get in a mini formation and try to ward them off, I can handle alot of them if you leave most of the fighting to me, but if we all work together. We can get rid of these guys.

Huh. I didn't think you had it in you to be like this Byron.
Me too.. Me Too.

This was some serious pressure, as the okama headed out with the 15 assembled "guards" of Ohara. In order to defend the island from the people attacking it.

and the sight that met him once he stepped out of the tree took his breath away...

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TOTAL WORD COUNT:484

The sight that was in front of them... Wasn't exactly amazing.

As various groups of pirates underneath one banner were lined up across the tree. All Spread out and ready to make quick work of it. They were armed to the tooth, and threw swarthy looks across the area as Byron walked out with the few he had on his own side. They were outnumbered severely, in fact some were thinking this was pretty hopeless.

Hey Byron you sure we can handle this....
..I've seen worse. Don't worry. I got a Plan.

Amongst the groups of thieves/pirates in front of them though, one would move out to the middle, and shout.


A tall, lean man with a overcoat that bore several pockets stood in front, in th emiddle of the area between the two assembled groups. He looked strange to Byron.

Shit who's gonna go over there?
Leave that ass to me.

Byron would go forward, looked at by those behind him and those in front of him, several eyes were onlooking on him. Like weighted iron balls being thrown at him from every direction. As he'd go up to the slightly taller and skinny man. Well?What is it the hell you want with this place?

Here are my terms... Give up the island, and I MIGHT let you walk scot free!No Charge!You just gotta leave these guys here!

Byron-
No!,How about you leave before your entire crew dies here?
Fehehehehehe, I guess your as stupid as you look. I'm not gonna waste words on you.

The Man turned around, Cockily, as He'd signal for his men to march forward.
Alright Boys, Lets Do!----

While the man had turned around exposing himself. Byron would capatalize on his BlindSpot, Transforming into his Half Zoan Form. He'd leap directly at him and push him down with his talons. Alright Guys!Start shooting if you wanna make it out of here alive!

The "Guards" of Ohara began to brandish what limited firepower they had and would aim at the various mooks, meanwhile while Byron himself was preoccupied. The mini commander would brandish a knife from under him, and in almost an instant swipe at Byron from underneath. Landing a large gash on his right arm.Causing the man to stumble back and off who he tried to catch off guard, while "Bani" would get up, holding his knife out like a mini fencers blade.

Feheheheheh. It's gonna take alot more than some simple tricks to take me down! Boys!

The Firepower from the "Guards" was actually managing to take out some of the mooks. As their bullets scattered amongst the crowds, taking down about 5-6 of the Raiding Pirates. These weren't trained shooters for the most part. Only explorerers and Archaeologists. So only their combined firepower could afford to bring down their assailants.

..I'm just getting started you damn weirdo.

Word Count:565

Total Word Count:1049

Enemies Left:

Byron was facing off against the strange man... Who carried a odd grin on his face and twirled the knife in his hand like it was a pair of scissors. As if he was some demented child taking pleasure out of this. Quickly. He'd begin to start pulling knives and throwing them at Byron. The First one he'd throw, Byrons tepped to the side, another he'd throw up. Seemingly missing on purpose. A third one then came out, aimed at a lower region, to which Byron rolled to the left to avoid.

Is that all you got?
Fehehe. Who said I missed?Should take a look behind you instead of being so blind!!


Moving back quickly, Byron would glance back. Noticing the Knives were actually being aimed at the "soldiers" aligned with him. Two had been killed by the stray knives aimed at them by Bani. While one had conveniently missed a man by a Inch.

I never Miss~!

With that, the man pulled out two knives from his pockets and ran torwards Byron at quick speed. Byron had a slight speed advantage over him, but it wasn't much. The cut on his arm stung like hell as well. Bani went for a quick swipe at Byron's neck. Causing the Okama to bend back and strike his taloned Foot Upwards at the same time. Kicking the man under his chin and sending him about 5 FT back. Slightly dazed. A little blood was noticeably coming from his mouth.Though it was nothing compared to the Injury Byron sustained, his feathers at best seemed to keep off some of the blood, but it was no good. Sooner or later he'd bleed out if he didn't end this fast. Bani-Chan seemed to look at his arm with a twisted smile, as if he was trying to make a meal out of the zoan. There's more where that came from!As a twisted smile appeared on his face, he'd leap at Byron. Intent on stabbing him thoroughly, To counteract. Byron would throw his hands to the ground and then up. Smashing dirt into Bani's Eyes. Which would cause his eyes to water and close quickly. My eyes! There was a opportunity at that moment. As Byron would not hesitate to grab his opponent by the head. Distracted by covering his eyes with his hands, and slam him directly on the ground by it, like the equivalent of ala faceplant.

The hard impact of the ground would stun him for sure, but the man's reflexes were strong. As when Byron let go in order to try to cut him down further, in nearly an instant he managed to throw 3 different Knives at the okama. With only one arm!His hand quickly motioned down three different pockets, pulling a knife out of each, One grazed Byron's left shoulder, another cut past his left side. The Third almost stabbed into his foot had it not been for him moving out of the way after registering the 1st and second. These cuts were adding up on him, and damn if he kept it up he was gonna bleed out sooner or later. The man would attempt to rush forward. Pulling out a knife midway with his own left arm. Only for Byron with a quick motion to catch his elbow midway. Preventing him from unsheathing a Knife. Earlier, such a move would have gotten him killed, but now because his foe was weakened. He has less of a reaction time. Especially from such a blow to the head. The zoan then proceeded to thrust his left arm with his talons pointed straight forward into Bani Chan's Eyes. Causing the man to scream.



His voice quivered slightly due to his injuries. All that fighting caused him to nearly bleed out after all. Given how his body was pumping blood fast to compensate for all of the effort he was exerting. Bani Chan was now downed for the most part. Flailing blindly at the air with his knives. His own mooks had stood back, awaiting their commanders orders. However he wouldn't say anyhting due to the pain he was experiencing. On that, Byron would begin to move back to his own side.

...Shit. Give me a minute, I need to bandage my wounds. Keep firing at them!.

Aye Byron!

He'd start to break out some sterilized gauze and wrap it around his midsection to cover the wound he has sustained on his left side, then would move onto the gash on his right arm. cleaning it out with some alcohol which burned like hell. Causing the Bird man to wince out in pain horribly. One man was concerned, but Byron would ward him away. They had to focus on the current battle in front of them. Covering that other wound with some bandaging. he would be interrupted by the enemy thieves starting to enroach closer and closer. While Byron was tending to himself. The Archaeologists had begun to fire again. While the Thieves approached. Ready to kill all of them and take the tree. About 10 of them had gone down due to their combined efforts, but still a handful of them were left.

Mooks Left:

He was ready to restart the fight, but strangely. One seemed to pull out a Baby Den Den Mushi, and begin speaking into it. What was this?

Yeah. Yeah. Got it Boss. Yeah Bani's Dead. Want us to do what now?

OI GUYS!REGROUP WITH THE CAP!

It seemed they had orders of some kind. As the congregation began to move back. Regrouping with their leader it seemed. This ain't over yet! The one that had recieved the cfall shouted before moving back with the rest. Heh... Shit. That was getting kinda close back there.

Byron that was Unbelievable!You took down their leader man!#663366]That wasn't much, but don't go praising me like I'm some kind of god, We got bigger things to worry about. These guys are regrouping. Let's head back in and restock up on your ammunition and whatever else we may need.

That....And he really needed to make sure his wounds were fine, as he headed in with the rest of the "troops", to plan out and make their next move.

260/290

[TASK END]

WORD COUNT:1158

TOTAL WORD COUNT:2207 Words

TASK:

30 Minutes Later.

Damn... When do you think they'll be back>?

To be honest I got as much of an idea as you do. How'd you do what you did earlier though Byron?You really beat the hell out of those guys. I didn't think you had a devil fruit either.

We all think alot of things Saul. Let's just focus on getting the hell out of here alive.

Byron,Saul, and a Few Archaeologists were watching the forest part of Ohara for any signs of the enemy crew that was trying to raid them. They were hostile and trying to burn down the damn tree after taking eveyrhting within it afte rall.

However, byron would hear suddenly rapid footsteps, and a man panting, sweating to death nearly came at him. B-Byron!We got a Problem! What?

The Pirates!Their Back!And their blocking us off from getting inside the damn tree!
...What the Hell, Just leave it to me. Let's go back over there.


Byron would arrive at the front of the Tree of Ohara with some of the Archaeologists. There was a large congregation of some of the thieves from earlier standing at the entrance. With what appeared to be a 7FT tall armored man.

That's him Boss!
Yeah!That's the guy who got em together and killed Bani!


His men would congregate in front of the entrance way of the tree. There was what remained of them from earlier combined with some new faces.If Byron was gonna take care of this guy and end this. He had to beat the leaving hell out of the ones standing in his way.

Alright, Guys. Leave the crowd to me, I can make quick work of em.

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Total Word Count:471

Byron. partially exhausted from the previous fight. Was still capable of some real shit though. As the initial mooks stood in front of him. Unwilling to let him pass, he was gonna let everything out in one burst, whatever he could do. He was gonna execute as much of them as he could in one go. It was of th eupmost importance to dispatch of these guys as fast a she could...Despite being severely outnumbered. He would transform into  his full zoan form. A owl, being rather small.

In front of him were lined up the T0s in a Horizontal line to cut em off, while the T1's and T2's were behind them in a more organized formation, ready to fight should they fall. As Byron would use one of his techniques in order to turn himself akin to a bullet. Sticking his beak forward and his body straight out. He would ram into one in the  center's heart with full force. His beak piercing him andwith a quick pull, Push his feet off him to pull his body off. The resulting impact was enough to send the man flying into the rest of his comrades. Causing a Domino like effect. As they would crash into each other because of how close they were.

Meanwhile. The remaining T0's seemed to surround him and try to swat at him. Intending to take down and capture the owl. As another tried to pick him up, he would peck at his hand before flying up and serration his eyes with his talons. Given how fast he was, Byron was out-speeding these mooks easily. Because of the range he was in. Byron was also capable of hearing their movements very lucidly due to his owl hearing. Allowing him to move out of the way of their attacks as one would slash at him and fail. Byron doing a flip back and landing on the man's head before Pecking into his head cavity. Piercing him there like a bullet nearly entered. Byron would then kick off his head, pushing his nigh lifeless body into the arms of his comrades.

Some of the Tier 1's would start to move onto Byron now. As He'd transform into his owl zoan form. Proceeding to start raking across the faces of those coming at him. Because of his more advanced skill level, people like this did not take much effort to dispatch of. However he was starting to tire out mid flight, the fight from earlier had exhausted his strength. One would bang a large metal bat into the owl zoan. Sending him flying. 8 Meters back, before the rest would attempt to mob on him. The Blow hurt like a bitch. He was nearly paralyzed by it due to his small owl form. Forcing himself back up, Byron would change into his half zoan form, becoming more tall, masculine and strong. As he'd proceed to grab one of the men who attempted to strike him and spin around, throwing him into 2 more of his comrades.

15-20 Mooks were starting to come at him, forcing Byron to act very carefully. His Hearing was one of his more useful traits here, as it allowed him to pay very close attention to their movements and abilities. Which in turn enhanced his reflexes and ability to counteract their movements. A Two hander sword slash would come at him from the left, causing him to move back a step and pull the arm of the man who swung it. Piercing another mook with his sword. He was surrounded now by a mini mob, almost no options beyond flying directly up, Two More tried to rush him from the front, and two more from behind. There wasn't any mercy for the bird zoan, to that he would think "Fuck this" and soar up. Possessing the speed advantage, he'd go up about 3 Meters, Some grunts crashing down. Before slamming his weight down in a downward descent on them. Effectivley breaking a few bones.

Continuing his onslaught. Byron would spin in a 360 Degree motion with his talons outstretched on his hands. Effectively slicing up whoever dared to be close or in the mess that was around him.Your captain doesn't care about you, Should quit while your still ahead. Unless you have a death wish.The same damn bat from earlier would try to swing into him, but it would miss. Byron was on high alert where he was right now. Dodging hit left from right, it was becoming harder to move standing on a pile of bodies almost as people came at him, he'd launch a straight kick at the man who attempted to smash him's skull and chain in a quick side kick with his left leg. Effectivley knocking him out.

Mooks Left:

He was panting at this point. Now, he would fly back up into the air. Abou t10 meters high, and survey his surroundings. It seemed a majority of the mooks were either dead or hurt badly, some of the local property had been damaged as well because of all the fighting going on. Ohara was turning into a real damn mess because of these friggin bandits... He couldn't spend forever up here though. As he'd swoop over on down to one of the men. Catching him off guard with his downward descent and kicking him down with his legs in order to pin him Down. He would stand up and throw him over his shoulder at the mob. Intending to knock a few down from the force, which did work surprisingly. He would start to pick up the bodies of the people he had knocked down n killed and throw them at the remainders of the bandits. Picking up one especially large one and throwing it at 3 remaining T1's that came at the okama. Knocking them over like a bowling ball on Pins and almost crushing them with the force of it.

Stamina Left:

Skills Used:

Mooks Left:

Word Count:1,158

Total Word Count:1,629

Byron would run over to pick up the large metal "bat" that was attempted to be swung at him from before, throwing that as well like a deadly projectile. With most of these hits he didn't exactly have much accuracy, but because of how large what he was throwing was and because of how little room there was to miss. He was making some good hits. As the okama threw the bat at another Mook that was coming at him. Effectivley knocking him out almost and the wind out of him. With how heavy the bat was and the force at which it came at him. Now... He was starting to seriously exhausted. As Byron crouched over. One didn't hesitate to hit him across the face, sending him realing back before Byron threw his own talons across the man's face, then grabbing the back of his head and slamming it into his knee. Rendering the man unconscious. Byron would double over again. He'd been fighting too damn much. When he seemed pretty exhausted, as one mook tried to slam his weapon on Byron's head. He was stopped by a shot ringing out. Hitting him in the head and directly killing him. One of the Archaeologists decided to go on Overwatch and cover Byron's ass.

Byron watch out!

Yeah....Thanks!

With supposedly renewed strenght. Albeit he was exhausted, he'd preform a speed technique into the face of another one still blocking the entrace way. Piercing his ribcage with his talons. As he would then jump up into the air and fly about 3 meters high before slam dunking his ass on the head of another mook. The impact would kill the one below, while the one thrown would for sure be incapacitated.

Byron would fly back, and speak to them. Listen.!It's clear you ain't gonna win this damnit!Just move out of the way so we can get this over with!Your captain doesn't care about you!

Mooks Left:

Maybe he's got a point...
Yeah dude hasn't come out yet.
For all we know he could have ditched us....

The group would start to argue amongst each other, confused about their captain. Before moving directly out of the way unintentionally. With that, Byron would head inside quickly, un-noticed by them. In order to take down their captain

EXIT

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TOTAL WORD COUNT:2059