The line seemed to go on forever, a trail of people that never ended, as soon as someone left someone else came to fill their place. It was maddening, like a clock that for every second forward took another back. Whenever you thought you were finally reaching the end of your work load, another appeared at the other end. That was probably the point, of course. 'You can leave once the line ends', a command that was becoming more cruel with every passing minute. He was there to make sure trouble didn't occur when passing into the upper areas of Logue Town, after all you couldn't just have anyone walking around in there. A new system that had been put in place, a credit check. You either had enough and could come in, or you were stuck outside like the rest of the animals. It wasn't exactly a kind system, but it was a rule that was needed. The lower class citizens were creating problems for the good normal working people. Why should they have to suffer while the freeloaders got to ruin their town for free. Which left him in his position, standing guard by the gate wearing a rather dapper red suit, fit with red toned crocodile shoes. His return to the Marine's had been rather uneventful, after all it wasn't like they were going to turn him down. In fact, he had even received his medal, five years of active service with two years of inactive service. The blue ribbon hanged from his chest with pride as he shielded his eyes from the suns rays. He was situated on the poor side of the world, glaring down at the civilians fumbling with their change. To his right was one of Logue's many parks and to his left was the shore, the surf as choppy as always.

When the fuck did this happen? Where the Marines in Logue so damn far up there own asses that they didnt realize how much bullshit this was? "Yeah, sorry poor bastards. But you can only come into this side of town if you show us you arent poor" yet another complete abuse of power from these cocksuckers. I mean, its not like stepping up patrols and stationing more men in town would help. Nooooo, that would only make fucking sense! Really, an Admiral could walk outside naked and piss on a child and everyone would shrug their shoulders lime it wasnt even a thing. Vicktur couldnt wait to get oit of this shithole town filled with shithead Marines. But first he'd have to get out of this goddamn line. Luckily he had almost made it to the front after a solid two hours of waiting. What the fuck else do you expect from a bureaucracy? If wiping your own ass had to be approved youd be waiting long enough for it to dry out. He fished onto his pockets and pulled out a big enough note to tell the inspector asshole at the front to go to hell. Little did he know who that would be.

Vicktur watched groups of people get turned away back into the ghettos. No doubt to be mugged by the crininals the Marines didnt care enoigh about to handle themselves. Vicktur always wondered how they managed to do anything with their thumbs up their asses all the time. Soon it was his turn and he flashed a couple hundred bill notes Good enough for you, Spikey? God forbid you spend your time dealing with actual problems.

What a conflict of emotions this was turning out to be. On one hand he had a strange love for the kid in front of him, he reminded him of himself, perhaps with a few years shaved off. A spirit of intensity and a will to what was right, even if he was a bit confused about what the right thing to do was. He would make an incredible Marine, the problem was that his head just wasn't in the right place. Who knew what did it, perhaps it was the way he was raised? Whatever it was, the kid was no good like this and it was obvious that he had a hatred for the justice system. His last words rung through Landru's head on repeat, the meaning of them singing true. He swore that he would cut Landru down if he ever saw him under their flag. Obviously that meant a few things, but the one that was most important right now was that he admitted to plotting to kill a member of the Marines, something he couldn't look past by any stretch of the imagination. Running a hand through his hair as he rolled his shoulders back, well aware of what was going to happen he couldn't help but feel upset with himself, as if it was his fault for following the rules. "Vicktaur, I wish we could have met on better circumstances, perhaps we could even have been friends." He trailed off, lost deep in thought before returning to the situation at hand, a deep sorrow in his eyes. "I'm requesting that you accompany me to headquarters where you will be imprisoned on suspicion of treason. Your family will be notified and you will be given one meeting with them, assuming they can afford the payment to get here, before your trial."

What the fuck are you on about? the young blonde man was pretty confused right now. "Suspicion if treason" just another way of saying, "You're going to prison even though we have no proof you did anything wrong". Fucking typical. So fucking typical. He was surprised these Marines could even sleep at night. They saw treason behind every blade of grass, and inside the mind of every man. The spikey headed punk wasnt wrong, though.....well he was and he wasnt. From a Government stand-point yeah he was treasonous. But from, ya know, a point of view that MADE SENSE he never swore loyalty or fealty to the system. So accusing him of treason made about ss much sense as this douchebag's hair. You're a glorified rent-a-cop, pal. And your accusations of treason are erroneous at best. I can't believe I have to deal with this bullshit. Two hours in this goddamn line to get accused of nonsense by a fucking super saiyan. he wasnt sure where that last reference came from, but it just seemed to fit. He slid his beli back into his pocket. What an utter waste of his time. It seemed like whenever he dealt with a Marine they wasted his time. Youd think these people would have something to do with their time. Instead of stopping a random person they didnt even kno-wait a minute And another thing? How in the hell do you know my name? had Yomi or Hure rolled over on him for a plea bargain? No! No way! This guy knew about him and he was gonna find out how.

He cocked a bushy red brow in suspicion. Had his friend been that drunk? Surely not, he had barely had that much at all, and he seemed perfectly fine for the rest of the day, well enough to get into a debate about politics at the very least, definitely well enough to remember. Which only left the fact that he was lying to attempt to appear innocent. It was the kind of thing only a cornered dog would do. Despite the kids behavior, he did think a little more highly of him than that. His expression of sorrow only intensified as he realized the depths he was causing his companion to sink to in attempting to bypass the result of his actions. "There's no need for that kind of carry on, Vicktaur." He said slowly, motioning to the Marine behind Vicktaur to clear the crowd. He could still remember the way the kid swung around his blade, it wasn't something he wanted to let get into the way of civilians. "We both know you weren't that drunk. Drunk enough to tell me all about how you hated the Marines and would cut me down if you ever saw me working with them, but not drunk enough to forget all about it." His hands raised, cracking his knuckles as his head turned to the side, letting out a small popping sound. Looking down on his opponent, he was well aware that what followed was going to cause a scene. "Everything you say will be held against you, that's the law Vicktaur, you can't get angry at me just because you can't follow it." He paused, allowing time for his words to sink in before continuing. "Now, if you would place any weapons on your person on the ground and put your hands behind your back, we can avoid creating a scene."

What the hell was this guy talking about? He mustve been drunk, like really drunk. Or just plain confused. He had never met this man before in his life! But as he continued to ramble on about their encounter Vicktur vame to a realization Landru? he was visibly shocked. No, he was outright flabbergasted, surprised, startled, and otherwise awe-stricken. This was impossible! He was a shit-stained cat that lived in the gutter. Not this hulking spikey haired beef cake. What the fuck was going on? Thats the last time I drink scotchka. he mumbled under his breathe. For whatever reason Landru wasnt what he remembered him being. He considered that Yomi might have had a part in this. She often commented on how much he drank. If he didnt know any better he'd say she slipped something onto his food and water. But while it wasnt improbable it just wasnt he modus operandi. Landru had his fellow Marine clear the crowd and cracked the muscles in his neck. Both obvious signs of an impending conflict. To which Vicktur was more than welcome to participate in.

Here's a better idea he drew his blades quick as the wind, inciting gasps from the crowd. How about you pray to your head Marine asshole! I told you what would happen if you were stupid enough to go running back! Why didnt you just go back to your gutter? the question seemed sincere. Even though Vicktur was more than happy to put this bastard down, he felt a bit bad about it. You coukd have even joined up with me. You wouldve saved me the trouble of having to learn to navigate. But once a fool always a fool.

"Bingo." He replied to the question about his name. It would seem that the week priors events were steadily coming back to the young outlaw, something that he was happy to see. Arresting a man who claimed to be retarded was never going to look good, no matter how well you try and spin the story. His eyes narrowed as the swords were brought into the equation, causing a gasp of excitement from the crowd. He shot his fellow Marine a dirty look, as it seemed he was having trouble getting everyone out of the area. Stepping forward to his opponent, the two were bumping chests as he looked down his nose at Vicktaur. This way he couldn't swing his sword freely from either side of Landru, but it also meant that he had more time to get the civilians out of the area before things went down.

"I thought you were smarter than that, Vicktaur. Let's not add assault on an officer to your crimes, that's another twenty years at the least." The tone was teasing, almost mocking as if he was trying to egg his opponent on. His focus remained on Vicktaur, searching for even the slightest movement. Addressing his fellow Marine's he continued. "Stay out of this, I can more than easily handle this kid. Just make sure none of the civilians get in the way, I want no casualties today!" He shouted out through his skinless mouth, the sound echoing throughout the park, slowly fading away till it was just the waves left.

Grahahaha Vicktur's signature laugh erupted from his gut. One year, five years, or twenty years, it didnt matter in the slightest. The second they found out his true loyalties he would be sent to Impel Down to suffer for the rest of his life. Or just staight up executed on the spot. Like hell he'd give in. Vicktur backpedaled as Landru attempted to draw closer, as to eliminate his ability to swing his swords. Vicktur was young and stupid in a lot of ways, but so dumb as to just stand there while the man took away his advantage. If you're gonna try and take me in, I might as well go for the big numbers. he mused towards his opponent. What kind of shit luck did Vicktur have to run into this guy right here? Out of all the thousands of Marines in Loguetown it was Landru who he ended up encountering. He was also the only Marine he actually got the chance to fight against. It was almost like fate, destiny, or anything else along those lines. No matter! Vicktur wasnt going to let this asshole take him in.

Landru adressed his partner without taking his eyes off of Vicktur, staying ever aware of every movement the boy would make. Damn, and he was hoping to catch him off guard. All hope was not list however. Vicktur adjusted the position of his sword until the sunlight reflected off the blade and into Landru's eyes. Hopefully tvat would be enough to distract him as Vicktur made a slash with the other blade, attempting to slice open the man's neck and end it immediately.

It was like he was in some shitty adventure film, fighting a guy with two sword. Who the fuck used two swords? It was just ridiculous, it totally wasn't his fault that he was taken back by the whole thing. The kid was keeping his range, smart. If Landru managed to get in close then it was all over for him, it was just those swords that were blocking off a direct approach. "You really are a kid." He sneered, looking down on the boy both literally and metaphorically. It was such a shame to waste all that potential, the things that you could do with youth, goodness grief. If he had age on his side then he would have all the time in the world to achieve his dream, to diverge fate. It was a nice thought, but it wasn't what he should be focusing on right now. Light caught his eyes, making the next action obvious, ducking down to avoid it, he continued this motion seeing the swing from the other blade. The error was that he had left himself open with the attack, especially exaggerated by the fact that he had swung for Landru's neck, a height above even his own head. Kicking off with his powerful legs, he moved to tackle Vicktaur, hitting him with his shoulder in the stomach, hopefully winding him, and holding him in place as he continued with the momentum towards one of the thick trees of the park, attempting to slam the boy against it.

Damn! Vicktur knew he shouldve went for the legs. But the throat was so much more appealing. Landru saw through his ruse the second the light hit his eyes. The giant ducked his cut and closed to gap in an instant, driving his elbow into Vicktur's gut. While he did manage to land his hit Vicktur managed to retain the air in his lungs. What a rookie mistake! He was too used to killing scrubs and zombies and shit. He had lost his touch in a battle with an actual worthy adversary. After he ended this dickheads life he would need to do some more training. And after he talked a big game to Hure and all. He bet she'd be disappointed to see him get handled like this. Vicktur didnt even want to consider what Yomi would say. Probably some shit about biting off more than he could chew. Thats it! As Landru ran closer and closer to the tree behind him, Vicktur started beating on the man's back with the botton of his sword. He then opened wide and bit the fucker in the ear Mike Tyson style. Like he was actually going to play fair? Fuck that! This was his life, his freedom he was fighting for. Without one the other had no meaning!

He tasted the copperish hint of blood flowing into his mouth, all the while he continued to bash Landru in the back. The Giant was definitely stonger than him. Vicktur wasnt a push over himself, though. Not to mention he could really take a hit.

Pain struck down on his back from multiple points, the jabbing of the hilt of his blade causing sharp bolts to run through his body. It wasn't what he would call pleasant, but it was a lot better than what would happen if it was the other side hitting him in the back. Still, his grip held firm which was apparently more than enough to keep his opponent in place. He might have youthful energy on his side, but it didn't compare in the slightest to the strength of a fully grown man, no way no how. The two continued forward to their destination, which was to break Vicktaur's back against the tree. The momentum from his elbow through his stomach would do it, no doubt about that. He wouldn't normally take such drastic measures, especially against a kid but the fact that he was brandishing blades made the whole situation different. You didn't need age to take someones head off with one of those things, you just needed to get lucky. His thoughts were stolen however by the pain on the side of his head, a red hot agony that seared through him like nothing else. His world turned red and sense lost him as he raised the boy off the ground and stepped into a stop. Causing the momentum from the charge as well as his own strength, he sent the boy flying towards the tree thick enough for a preschool to hold hands around. Sure, it wasn't nearly as effective, but he had taken a beating already.

Vicktur continued to beat his opponent like a red-headed step child. He knew damn well that it hurt, it had to. He had yet to meet a single person who could shrug off his attacks like they were mosquito bites. Even with his height advantage, Landru was at a disadvantage as far as weaponry went. Unless he could get inside Vicktur's reach, that is. Which is exactly why Vicktur was in this particular predicament. That being getting his ass bulldozed into a fucking tree. By the way, where the hell did that tree come from anyways? These kinds of things seemed to happen all the time. He didnt notice it before. Then again he didnt notice that Landru wasnt a a cat when he first met him. That one would always fuck with his mind. How he managed to mistake this behemoth for an aborexic cat was a question for the ages. Maybe he was just tripping on acid, and visualized the man as he appeared to be in his mind's eye, a tiny little pussy. He could hardly consider him such a thing now. Mostly due to Landru totally man-handling him right now. Who wouldve guessed?

Landru's movements changed when he finally felt Vicktur's pearly whites sink into his ear. It was a good thing the bum decided to get life back on track, else Vicktur would be biting into the filthiest ear in existence. Landru dug his shoes into the ground and used the monentum to toss Vicktur at the tree. So while Vicktur hadnt managed to stop the assault completely, he succeeded in avoiding being stuck between a tree and a big ass motherfucker....or was it a rock and a hard place? The impact wasnt what you could describe as pleasant. He felt the pain all the way down to his bones. Sticking his blades in the ground he leaned on them as he regained his composure. His impact with the tree gave him a splitting headache, having bashed tbe back of his head in the process. He spit Landru's blood from his mouth I better not catch anything he said as snarky as ever I've heard all about how you bums gangbang to pass the time. god knows what kind of diseases were spread in such a manner.

Erecting his back to the sound of cracking bones Vicktur grunted. Ugh, that was one hell of a hit. Bastard's as tough as he looks he smirked at his own internal dialogue And he said not to judge a book by it's cover. he found the parallel to be amusing. Placing one of the blades into his mouth he bit down, and handled the second with both hands. Rushing in, and waiting to get into minimum range, he initiated his attack. First was a slash from his first sword that he held onto with his teeth. Then was a twisting slash that would cover his back as he compensated for how his head was turned from the first. This time he decided to keep his attacks rather low. But not so low as to get kicked in the head or just jumped over. Due to the length of his swords Landru would have to cover around five feet to get inside. Hopefully Vicktur could react fast enough to avoid another incident like before.

His back felt like it had been stung by a hoard of bee's great big angry bees with stupid scarfs and ugly hair. The kind that drunk too much and swore like a small child just finding out the words existed. He rolled his shoulders back, watching as Vicktaur pulled himself up like it ain't no thing, even still managing to spout off some 'oh so witty' dialogue, along with a bunch of his blood. Landru's hand raised to the side of his head, feeling over the heat, the blood trickling down his side, soaking his face a bright scarlet. He pulled at his jacket, slipping it off and ripping his shirt to pieces to get off. With his precious one-thousand beli jacket in one hand, he bounced back from the boys approach, scouting out his movements wanting to see where he would go with things. After all it wasn't hard to predict what charging at someone with swords meant, even if one was in his mouth for some confounded reason."You don't have any diseases, do you?" He asked, as he hopped backwards, keeping out of range of the boys swords, moving deeper into the park, her jacket blowing out in front of him, caught in the movement. "I don't think the Marine's medical is that good, I haven't even had my shots yet." A mocking tone, as if questioning if that was all the kid could do. The truth of the matter was he needed time to recover physically, and is his opponent was going to waste his time swinging blades out of reach then he would be the only one doing so.

Vicktur's attack missed its target. Or rather it was dodged by the spikey headed punk. So quick to get close before but now he wanted to run away. Landru felt out the wound on his ear, no doubt a bit upset about it all. After staring at the sanguine substance that covered his fingers and coat he removed the coat as to keep it clean. After doing so he tore his top to shreds. Yea, he fucking lacerated his shirt like the incredible Hulk or some shit. It was definitely a better choice than taking it off normally. Doing so wouldve afforded Vicktur a split second to take advantage of, seeing how Landru would be blind with the shirt lifting over his head. Vicktur finished his rotation and was mostly happy Landru didnt manage to pull anything off while in mid turn. He seemed to be primarily a hand-to-hand combatant. But who knew what kind of tricks he had up his sleeve? Maybe he had a fallback single shot pistol? Or a rape whistle that called all the otger asshole Marines who stunk up this town with theur self righteous, self aggrandizing smug attitudes. Much like Landru.

The real question was whether or not to chase him down. Landru could be leading him into a trap. Maybe staying where he was would turn out to be the best idea? Still he didnt want to let up on the gas. He had to push and push his enemy until he won. So he took off after the man, intent on chopping him into pieces.