Sakuma Aquaflore

Seishiro having been dispensed like a used condom, Sakuma directed his attention back forward on the battlefield, more specifically the Marine affiliated vessel directly in front of his own. It was truly interesting to watch Sanson fight and it would get more interesting as he got enraged at the death of his ally and friend. "Looks like its time to wrap things up." He held out his hand to his assistant who was still standing by and he put a Den Den Mushi in it. Beginning the transmission to all the Revolutionary vessels, he spoke. "Initiate the final maneuver and call this a day!" It'd be evident in the way that he spoke that he was doing something that required physical effort. This action was using his  one hand on his trident to slam the blunt side of the prong against the wooden deck of his ship. This broke the floor boards in a small area near the struck area including where Sakuma was standing. This sent him a single floor lower in his own vessel, the sounds of breaking wood audible through the Den Den Mushi. Landing safely Sakuma would look up for his assistant who was a bit slow, perhaps scared to get a splinter or get gouged by a broken slab of wood. Understandable, but the hesitation costed him his life. From looking down at Sakuma in the freshly made hole, the youth's eyes kept looking over to where Sanson was before they widened at the face of death and he yelled in terror. Sakuma would see a powerful wave for only a moment practically vaporize the fellow as it flew over the hole he created and slipped down. The yell of his assistant being heard over his Den Den Mushi transmission along with the breaking wood and grunts that came with his actions.

Seeing Sanson dispatch a bundle of men with little effort and rage fueling him, Sakuma had got the hint he needed to move. He wasn't aware such a potent attack was coming, but he knew he needed his head on shoulders to keep this mission afloat, so tactical retreat was best.

Back to his transmission. "Sorry bout that . . . little trouble over here, but lets make it happen yeah?." That would be all he needed to say to hopefully start bringing the curtain down on this battle. This vessel that was off to his own ship's left side would begin to move forward. Currently there was only 10m of water between it and Sakuma's own vessel. This amount of space between the two ships woulld be sustained as the ship moved forward allowing for people to maybe jump aboard it as it sailed ahead. The ship wouldn't be moving slow however and if one wished to board the ship from Sakuma's own ship, they'd need to act fast.

From Sakuma's ship's left, the vessel would go straight forward. Its steel body would easily work its way through the deceased Admiral's vessel that was in front of it and it would continue onward towards the stretched mouth of the Grandline. Should it make it through the first ship in its way, it'd be sure to sail around its capsized brother and go straight for Rear Admiral Lilica's ship. The cannon bombardment on said vessel stopping when Sakuma commenced the "final maneuver". Just like it would have done to Seishiro's ship, it'd crash into and sail through Lilica's ship and proceed down the mouth to the Grandline. The halved pieces of Lilica's ship being litter on the walls of the Redline. Both crews of these ships being cut in half would be at risk of dying of course. Should it be because they fell in the water and were swept into the wall of the Redline or some other collateral damage from the crash, they would need to act fast.

The crew of the ship that was moving for the Grandline and anyone that boarded it while it made its move would be directed by assigned Revolutionaries to retreat to the lower quarters of the ship and secure themselves in a room made specifically in this ship for this ship's purpose. Akin to seat belts, the crew would strap themselves in securely and let the violent rapids of the Redline carry them through while avoiding harm from being tossed around.

All the ships in Sakuma's fleet being bigger than most, while the mouth to the Grandline was made wider, the actual passageway was still its standard size. This assault on the mouth of the Grandline gave the ships more room to ride the rapids of the passageway and pick up speed before crashing with the walls of the passageway. So basically this first vessel that would go through would be working to purposely crash into the passageway and force its way through the passageway with the bit of speed it could pick up and widen the passageway with its own body for the other vessels. This ship was a test dummy and anyone with a competent mind would know that. It could still make it through successfully however. Primarily outfitted with steel, the passageway's most durable material present was rock.

"If you're going to the Grandline now get your ass on vessel 1B, because they're going through. Vessel 2B will be next and 1A will be last." Sakuma would say those words through the Den Den Mushi before ending the transmission. These code names were used to prevent the Marines from catching wind of what ship would be going when. It wouldn't be too hard to decipher what was going to happen when since they had lost two ships though.

For those who wished to get the hell out of this mayhem and get to the Grandline now had a choice to make and needed a plan to make it happen. With Sakuma's ship leaving last and currently being dog piled by a load of Rear Admiral's, they wouldn't have it easy.

Figuring Sanson would follow him since he yelled his name all dramatic like before erasing his assistant off the face of the world, Sakuma began to move and activated his Kenbunshoku Haki. Running through the passageway, a few doors to his right and left that lead to rooms for the passengers, he stripped off his seastone vest, opened a door, tossed it in, then closed the door. Why? Because he wanted to.

Anyways, with his Kenbunshoku Haki he went light and settled with 75m of sensory range which covered his whole ship, so he figured he'd be fine with what he had. He noticed Sanson wasn't pursuing him, but that could change so he'd stay alert of his aura, but what really mad Sakuma raise a brow was the foreign beings he sensed towards the back of his ship. Specifically behind the mast that was more than likely totaled by Sanson's assault. That'd really make sailing into the Grandline hard to make happen, but it'd be worked out . . . hopefully. This being's fram illustrated clearly in Sakuma's mind's eye, Sakuma dub it a fishman.

"Calamari?" Below the deck of the ship even if he was vulnerable to be effected by the usage of Haoshoku Haki, should such a thing happen, he was immune. That was a blessing, because he didn't possess the aptitude for such a style of Haki. Eventually coming to a positioning almost right underneath the fishwoman, should she stay on his boat, he'd launch his assault. Her Kenbunshoku Haki exhausted, she had no means of perceiving Sakuma though he was practically right below her. Nothing but a wooden floor board separating the two, Sakuma's steps in the passageway wouldn't echo or vibrate a certain way to ping off a person's presence beneath her, nor would he clumsily let his trident or body hit the ceiling and tip her off. That said, from a position that was slightly behind her Sakuma would simply joust his trident diagonally towards her body to try at piercing her heart, lungs, and other vitals that resided in that area. Should she be struck the Trident would first pierce through her tentacles that were idle on the floor, then upwards through her back, and out the front of her chest. That was in a perfect world. The task was fairly easy, all he had to do was jam straight through the wood and he should be golden. The speed at which he did it would allow for the wooden floor board to be pierced and her tentacles to get stabbed in practically the same instance since they'd be against the floor. Being a big guy, 7'6, and the ship not being crafted to scale with his body, the ceiling of the passageway was only six inches above his head. The length of his trident and reach his arm granted him would allow for his strike to enter the woman's whole body from below, pierce vitals, and kill her with no questions asked. Even if she managed to jump out of the way and only take a partial hit, the trident was like a fork and it would act as a snare to prevent her from retreating less she wanted to rip off a tentacle. For her there was also the acidic strike from the flying Rear Admiral to worry about, such an attack being initiated right after Sakuma would stab at her and coming from her front while Sakuma's attack came from behind her. The downside though was that this careless Marine was potentially harming his ally. Sakuma too, even though he was behind his target was at risk as the poison would begin to eat through the deck of his ship and drip into the floor he was on.  

Upon noticing this, he'd run further down the passageway, away from where he came, only needing to travel a total of five meters before the poison wasn't a threat to him. The same would go for the fishwoman should she choose to backpedal to avoid the poison, she had five meters to go, because she was twenty-five meters away from the Rear Admiral who used the poison. Sakuma wouldn't stop there though. Resurfacing onto the deck of his ship, basically the same way he went down, he'd swing his trident upwards using it as a blunt utensil. Smashing the floor boards, he'd jump through the whole he created and land safely on the deck of his vessel with but a few splinters. Again he'd have the whole battle unfolding before him.

So much had happened in relation to the Jester. New assailants from every nook and cranny of the busted ship. Was this the nature of the Marines? Too weak to tackle a foe on their lonesome, so they resulted to triple teaming? Funny enough the Rear Admiral would find he still lacked the luster to shine. His attack retained a small form as it sailed towards the Jester and grew in size gradually, but it'd collide with the Jester's own attack due to the inability to specify when his assault was actually launched. Both attacks diffused, the Jester's attention was drawn towards the one whom prevented him from destroying the mast, but also immediately entered a game of Tug-O-War. A familiar voice from behind him and a Marine female from in front of him in the air. His instincts told him to move in any direction he could, so he tried to do so, but would find with hearing the call from the familiar voice, he felt the thunder of the man's blunt weapon. Cracking his skull open, his mask cascaded with his own blood from his head, before he was cut at the waist to be finished off by the confident marine female. Not even last words, but he did manage to inadvertently save some of his allies along with a few Marines. Falling to the deck of the Leviathan as a corpse in two pieces, the Jester lived with no regrets.