Lilica: Having boarded the enemy vessel, she had surrounded herself with enemies. Though they were much weaker than her as far as experience and raw power goes, there was always strength in numbers, so victory wasn't something that was guaranteed. Lilica saw this as better than sitting on her ship however. After all her vessel was only being used as a blockade, her actual presence on the vessel wasn't something that was necessarily needed for the operation to run smoothly, albeit all hell was breaking loose. She was unaware that Seishiro had just lost his life, but even if she had known her attitude towards the scenario wouldn't shift much. The two weren't close, so he was just another co-worker in her eyes. What did change her attitude was the myriad of greedy hands and weapons lashing out towards her on the deck of this Revolutionary ship.

Along with her Kenbunshoku Haki activated, she also would utilize the Rokushiki technique Kami-e as she was dodging the insolent Revolutionaries. Dancing along the deck of the ship with light feet avoiding the assault of the miscreants, she'd execute a few blunt gun strikes against those who made themselves vulnerable if she could do so without compromising her own safety. While no lethal damage would be dealt in this fashion, she'd still be neutralizing some hooligans. One thing that stood out to her however was a certain aura that was a bit stronger than the rest and actually near her own strength. Contrary to what was assumed, she'd have no difficulties detecting this spirit with her Haki. Ending her term of Kami-e, she executed a pivoting round house kick that'd kick away a few of the riff-raff that was in her way. Her front now squared off with this man who possessed a stronger aura than the others on this ship, she'd see that the crowd parted just as her kick was completed and her foot had touched down securely on the deck of the ship. As this happened the swordsman had initiated his dash towards her. To the average person his movements would be difficult to track, but she had the eyes of an elite marksman and could trace the fellow perfectly fine.

As he dashed at her, she'd deem him a worthy target for her bullets and she'd let loose simultaneous shots from her twin pistols. Despite the swordsman being multiple meters away her bullets had the potential to meet his head in less than a second should he continue his voyage forward. To add insult to injury should he continue with his plan of action, when he drew his blade and created the vacuum, he'd only make the bullets sail his way faster. Albeit they'd be drawn downwards towards the placement of his sheathe, it'd only make them align with the side of his torso his scabbard was on piercing the corresponding vitals that lay there. As for the sword swings that threatened Lilica's life, her Kenbunshoku Haki would certainly pick up on such an assault. That didn't mean she had the aptitude to pull off a complete dodge however. Even with her Haki forewarning her of the impending doom, she'd only be able to manage to strafe to her left side and mitigate the damage as opposed to fully evading it. Her wings also working to propel her along with her legs,  the damage she'd sustain would be harsh cuts through the muscle fibers of her right leg. That'd only be if the swordsman continued with his technique however.

Using a custom version of Soru many of her race had developed as a staple Rokushiki technique, her wings would beat multiple times int he blink of an eye pushing her 10m away upwards before the swordsman could even sheathe his blade. This would put her out of range of his other attack as well as give her time to recuperate from the damage she would have sustained. "I should have put a bit more focus onto you . . . I got carried away." She'd have turned to face the swordsman sustaining her aerial placement in the air with her wings. Should no more attacks come her way she'd take this time to reload both her pistols. Where she was in the air wouldn't allow a certain sniper to have sights on her, leaving her safe from his reign of terror.

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Sanson: It was no secret he was on the Leviathan, his presence was something that one had to be a special kind of oblivious to not notice him. For some reason his enemies fell into the category as he didn't find himself being a target of anyone noteworthy, just one petty pirate and revolutionary after another. Growing tired of felling imbeciles and knowing his prowess was being wasted on nameless grunts, his plan of action would align with that of Seishiro's, he'd take to Sakuma's ship. One more swing of his large axe cracking the skull of some unlucky bastard spilling the contents of his cranium onto the deck of the Rookie Ship, he looked out towards Sakuma's vessel, the flow of battle around him stagnant for the moments he spent gazing towards the warship. During his gaze he'd scoff at Seishiro's hasty nature to launch himself towards Sakuma's main forces and this would solidify Sanson's resolve to board Sakuma's fleet, for Seishiro would need help whether he knew it or not. However, Seishiro was shot down just as Sanson was about to avert his gaze back to the peons who were around him. A cold sweat coming over his body as his adrenal glands began to push him into a state of panic perhaps, he unleashed this feeling of rush upon the enemies that were closest to him with a one hundred and eighty degree swing of his axe, then another that brought him in a full three hundred and sixty degrees clearing all within his immediate vicinity. No marines would be caught in this maelstrom of havoc. Even when he wasn't enraged they knew better than to be in Sanson's area when he was fighting for he was quite reckless. "Sakuma!"

Littering the Leviathan with countless bodies as he rushed to the planks that connected the aforementioned vessel with Sakuma's he reeled back with his right hand, his axe gripped tightly before cleaving the air in front of him in a horizontal fashion. Perhaps the others hadn't seen him, but Sanson had caught sight of Seishiro's murderer. Five subsequent rounds fired from a rifle of such a caliber even while riding the chaotic sound waves of battle, Sanson was able to pin-point the shooters location. When he sliced the air he'd create a typical flying slash, but one with considerable girth. The face of the arc was roughly three meters wide and the length of the wave amounted to ten meters. What made up the body of this arc, was many tiny air blades, so while it would cause blunt damage primarily, the tiny cutters would create a series of minute lacerations on the body of those struck. Those at risk were the sniper and his guard dog the afro man and the attack would be released before he could target and fire upon the his first female target.

Not stopping there Jikuman (Sanson) would hop aboard the plank of Sakuma's vessel, Busoshoku Haki coating evident as the pigment of his skin went completely ebon. Showcasing why he was put in charge of this campaign as far as the blockade went, Sanson put on a full body coating of Armament Haki immediately after he unleashed his sizable air wave. Rushing down the plank, any who were foolish to stand aboard the plank while he did would be cut down should they not be allies.

When he made it upon Sakuma's vessel he'd possibly be attacked by the afro headed pirate, but there was a great chance he wouldn't follow through with his plan to assault unfamiliar faces given how Sanson made his debut. If he still came, Sanson would happily quench the pirate's eagerness to battle. While the Soru would surely catch Sanson off guard to a degree, it was such a typical opening. Sure the squirt was fast, but Sanson was far more experienced than him and his eyes were battle hardened. Extending his left arm so that it was parallel with the deck of Sakuma's ship, he'd let the quick draw of the pirate meet that appendage, the blade would only be able to manage to cause a shallow wound , barely making it through the outer layers of the epidermis. As his left arm would be extended as a defense his right hand would command the weight of his axe as he'd attempt an overhead swing to slam the blade of the double sided behemoth onto the pirate bisecting him. Normally Sanson would try to catch the sword, so the enemy would either have to part with their blade or their life when avoiding his axe swing, but the pirate was on the faster side of the spectrum.

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Ren: Bludgeoning foe after foe with his trademark sheathed sword, he left battered revolutionaries and pirates alike on Sanson's vessel. The crew of said ship cheering as he did so, but having not even broken a sweat yet. "The rest is for you guys to deal with." Still a few Revolutionaries on the ship, Ren would leave. While he was told to defend Sanson's ship he was getting tired of such a boring task and actually had beef with a certain Revolutionary who was carving up the battlefield. "Jester!" Ren had jumped the gap between Sanson's ship and the Leviathan and as he landed he'd demand the attention of the ruthless killer. Though they secretly belonged to the same faction, Ren and Jester had a bit of bad blood and Ren could excusably kill the pest now, while also gaining the trust of the Marines. With his words and touchdown on the ship would come a one handed downward swing of his weapon, aiming to crack the clown's head like a melon. Each of these actions happening in synch and right when the Jester would release his rankyaku like flying slash. Ren would be coming from behind the clown so he'd be out of harms way, but he couldn't say the same for everyone else. His attack hitting would result in the clown losing consciousness, but should Ren miss or be blocked he'd reach out his hand to the Jester's garbs and attempt to grab him then use his superior strength that came with his size and prowess to snatch him to a position over Ren's head. This would make it so when the mast of the ship fell, it wouldn't crash on the ship with full force, but also result in the Jester being crushed to death. Should the grab attempt miss as well, Ren wouldn't waste anytime to push off the ground towards the Jester, this motion putting him out of range of the mast, but also allowing him to thrust his weapon at the base of the Jester's neck. His weapon having superior reach, the Jester couldn't hope to reach him through conventional means and further he'd possibly just be catching his footing from dodging Ren's two early attacks. This thrust with the sheathed weapon would shatter those bones where the collar bone met below the neck and cave in the upper portion of his chest. It wouldn't instantly kill him, but the shattered bone would cause internal bleeding to vitals like the lungs and heart.

Many believe he, Derous, is befitting the title of Rear Admiral and begin assigned to this battle was his test to see if they were right. And so far they were right about Derous, he wasn't befitting at all. Being the only Rear Admiral that truly hadn't done anything of real importance of in this battle, but soon that will change. At this time Asher had just left the room, and finally Derous could let it all the way out. That thing being his Hydra, something he prepped a while ago. And when he bore their heads they fired outward creating a hole through the office he took sanctuary in this whole time. He would exit through the hole with haste and without a second thought. The Long beasts of poison attached to him slithering out as he simply used his wings to move forward and not fall into the waters upon exit.

Quickly, just as he came outside, he would jet upward twenty-two meters. He didn't want to fly too high just yet. And ten meters would be enough to atleast survey what was going on on the deck of the Rookie Ship. Many things were going around but his primary focus, at this time, was of everyone aboard his ship. This display was truly pitiful, and for a second he wanted to just end them all in one quick go. But, someone that he would spot quickly made him change his mind.

'Sanson.' Derous would say the man's name in his head. This was truly a strange sight as, he shouldn't be on this ship. It would only take a second to fire off an attack that the Man wouldn't be able to notice in time to avoid, and Derous could truly take the lead of everything. His desire to achieve power within his grasps at this moment, he wouldn't though not allow himself to be clouded by such thoughts for long. Another chance like this would arise. But, just as Sanson was someone everyone would quickly take notice to, so was Derous. You just would have to look up at the sky a bit; and you would notice a strange purple creature simply floating in the air. Though, Derous knew he was noticeable and that some attacks would be focused on him, maybe by all sides, so he did take measures in protecting himself. As the Hydra heads, and bodies, weren't small at all. Pushing himself to the limit he had them at their maximum length of twenty meters, while they stayed at their width of six meters. He had them in a somewhat strange formation. Two of the heads were located on each of his sides, his left and right. They were outstretched to their maximum length but he kept the heads close, so they would arching their bodies so that their heads were only inches away from Derous' body. The Third would be in the same position, without obscuring Derous' vision, but above him. It coming out from the center of his back.

Sanson seemed to not be a target, which was strange. Not many Pirates/Revonlaries attacked him whilst he was on the Rookie ship. Then it happened for some reason Sanson would take care of all those within his vicinity, and Derous honestly was amazed. Maybe that display was a reason no one tried to go after him. Derous would keep his eye on Sanson and follow him, decreasing his height in the sky by five meters. As he moved he made sure to keep the heads and bodies of the hydra close so that if any incoming projectiles came his way they would take the brunt of the damage. And due to Derous being covered within the poison pinpointing where he his body started and the Hydra began would be near impossible. A menacing sight truly if you caught a glimpse of him, as he didn't move at a snail's pass. But Going at his optional speed with just two flaps of his wings, as he couldn't stay that behind Sanson. That Marines wasn't just strong he was pretty fast as well. It took those two Rear Admirals to make it to the enemy's vessel. Sanson on the ground whilst Derous in the air.


Derous would say as he simultaneously would fire one of the heads of his Hydra forward at the ship. He spoke loud enough for Sanson, and those around to hear him, but this was to just let his voice be heard by Sanson. As to let the man know that this creature of poison in the sky was Derous. Also, his attack wouldn't be directed at Sanson but it would fly above his head and going outward onto the enemy's ship.

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