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"Ma'am, are you sure you don't want us to come with you" her friendly escorts to the Twin Cape Lighthouse would ask, obviously worried for the elderly marine. "No no, I'll be fine darling, Im not about to let these young whippersnappers show me up" Elpheba said, her easle attatched to her hip along with her paint brush, her walking stick being held in her right hand, used to help shift her weight as she walked upon the un-even surface. Honestly she wished she had managed to figure out the flaws to her wonder drug to help her aching body, to revitalize her cells back to how she once used to be. She should have focused on learning that annoying martial arts power of the old buggers, Jaio Ken, but really for a lady that style was much to crass. "Go on then" she said waving to the ship as she hobbled over the ground.

It took a good fifteen minutes, but eventually she cleared a bit of distance, enough to get to the higher ground to see the ship that belonged to her mark. It was eerily silent for a pirate ship but hey it was now in view, taking off her shoe as she sat upon a rock she would rub her aching feet, talking to herself in low hushed tones, she was discussing with herself her plan of action while at the same time bitching about the pirate known as Zebidaya. She hated any one who sailed under the flag of piracy, as if it gave your the right to do what you wanted. Ok so some marines felt the same but that wasnt her problem, that was for the young generation to figure out, her own generation had tried and failed, the younger ones after her had allowed pirates to take the holy city.....one thing she was proud off knowing that celestial dragons were now in hiding made reports of them murdering and raping less frequent. Being a noble herself she distanced herself from this nature, allowing others to stand in and rule over her country, her grandson being the only survivng member of her family and running the country at age 20. He was a good king to be honest, naive but his advisers were some of the best so she need not worry and hey she recieved a cut of the money for the island so theres the fact that she is fucking loaded helps.

After sitting for a few minutes, the tiny old lady would hobble her way across the rocks, over the small breaks in the land until she reached the docked ship, her ears had already detected that something was wrong. No sound came from the ship, in her time as a marine officer, back in the day no sound meant two things. Either there was not a single pirate onboard this vessel, or...something bad had happened. Either way to deduce the truth, the young biddy had to board the vessel. The wood against her cane echoed, the waves of the ocean seemed to halt their roars, growing quiter and quiter the more the granny walked up the ramp to the ship. With a last huff and puff she made it to the top, bent over not even bothering to pay attention to her surroundings until she garnered some of her breath back. "Fuck me, this does not get easier" she said with a deep breath, standing back to her full...scrunched over height. Her eyes finally took this time to survery the ship, and they could not believe what they witnessed. A horrible sight in deed, furthering her reasoning for hating those whom soared under a pirate ship.

Stains of blood littered the ship, body parts stuck to walls, lay abandoned or hung from various places. dismembered heads of what looked like pirates, children and adults covered the place. Yet she felt no need to wretch, no need to calm her stomach or herself even when faced with such a vision. This was not the worst she had seen from piracy, infants being bitten in half, cannibilsm, she had seen it all. This was slavers rage, though why where pirate crew members body parts litered with the rest of them. "Marine" a low growling sound uttered, before the old woman could look to where it came from, a powerful object slammed in to her, the object was much larger than she was, easily body slamming her and forcing her back down the ramp which had taken so long to walk up. As she fell one thing flowed through her mind. "DO NOT FUCK UP MY BACK". Old people always had problems with their backs.

As she tumbled she could have sworn she heard a crack, yet she hoped this was only her senile mind playing tricks on her, thankfully she kept a firm hand upon her walking stick not allowing it to be lost. as her tumble ended she utilized the stick as a means to push herself up. A grim, deep laughter echoed through the island, her eyes now finally lying upon Captain Zebidaya. "THIS, THIS IS WHAT THEY SEND ME, AN OLD LADY, HOW DARE THE MARINES LAUGH AT ME LIKE THIS" he shouted in obvious anger, yet the fact that he was laughing while saying this also confused the old lady. Though she had more important things to ask about. "Yes yes, bad marines, I'll send them an angry letter when we are done, but the massacre on your ship, you did that yes? you killed the slaves as well as your own crew members?"[/color] she asked. "YES YES YES, THEY WERE COWARDS, FEARING THE GRAND LINE, FEARING FOR THEIR LIVES SO I TOOK THEIR FEAR AWAY" "You my young man, have a few screws loose, and need a time out" the old lady said wagging her finger.

Now, the knowledge of Zebidaya was simple, crazy, a bit of a wild card, kind of weak though I guess against an old lady that part doesnt really matter, old and brittle means even a kid could push you over. Also he was a user of the Spring fruit, which meant physical attacks were useless and he could increase his speed, which was great because he was also frigging huge in comparrison to the old lady. Her hands moved at unatural speeds, a wooden object soon in her left hand while her walking stick remained within her left. The tumble she had taken had caused her to be grazed enough that her right arm was now bleeding a little.

In her hay day using both her Clima-tact and her paitning skills in unison was simple, now with ehr weaker features, it felt like more of a chore, an easel would not be the best way to use paints while keeping up a defence with her clima-tact. She would need to think of maybe a more modern approach, perhaps full on paints may be a thing of the past, or a paint brush that allows one to push buttons to select the paint and inject it in to the tip. She would have to confer with the marine scientists when this job was finished. Before she could use her skill, the spring spring user moved. Though this time, Elpheba was ready for him. She rolled with such youth to the side as he crashed in to the ground, though there was no grunt of pain, just laughter. "Spry for an old bird aint ya" he said with a grin. "I wouldnt say spry, sometimes I just get a giddyup in my step, especially when a brute is trying to hug me" she said cackling, she wouldn't be able to user painters skill just yet, she needed a diversion. This guys mind was warped, he thought of one thing, easily hypnotised. It would seem her sorcery was going to be her main assault. Clicking the top of the walking stick to remove the head, she threw it to the side, discarding it.

"Captain Zebidaya, I am Elpheba Hurozona, Ex Admiral of the marines, this is your only warning, By the authority of the marines, I hereby place you under arrest, resisting arrest will cause further punishement, will you come peacefully?" she said, though her tone was somewhat conflicting, she wanted to be serious but, no pirate ever just gave up when told. Though she enjoyed the look of "OH SHIT" that flashed across his face when he realized who she was. "The...the paintress...the Witch of the Marines" he muttered just loud enough for her to hear. Now the fact that he got up and started laughing hysterically....that generally doesn't happen to people who know who she is. "THIS IS AMAZING, I'LL BECOME SO FAMOUS IF I KILL TH WICTH OF THE MARINES" he said, his legs transformed once more into springs. "You were warned" she said as she held her Clima-tact. The pirate bounced.

She side stepped with some ease, her body may be shrivelled and old, but her eyes saw everythign clear as day, her perception easily saw through the speed of the Spring user, allowing for a simple side step to be made. She would bring her Clima-tact to her side, as the spring user passed her, jutting it in to his side as electricity coursed through him from the small bubble that appeared at the tip. His entire body would recieve a shcking sensation but alasl this techique was rather weak. It would numb the spring users body for a while though, hopefully allowing her a set up for her next movement. Quickly she turned as the spring user struck the ground skidding to a halt, quickly she spun her climatact, an egg protrufing from each end, one red, one blue, the air sizzling around her as a thing film of light covered the area, this would be her chance.

Her climatact would produce the illusion, of three elphebas of varying sizes, the real Elpheba would quickly move behind the film, speaking moving from the illusions point while the sound seemed to come from all three visible Elphebas. She herself would be safe no longer actually in the vacinity of the illusion but till hidden via the size of "screen" the illusion was placed on. Quickly with such dexterity and speed paint covered her brush, first off all she would rip apart of her clothing, drawing a red symbol upon the shirt she would hold on to the ripped material before pouring brown on to it. At this point she heard the mans voice. "FUCKING BITCH" he shouted, obviously having retained his sense of self form the numbness and confusion of seeing multiple Elphebas, as per her thought he charged at the Elpheba that looked most like the original. It is then she got in to position.

"Oh, look at you young whipersnappers, charging in head first" she said. As she spoke she unravelled her ripped material revealing the red symbol. "See this?" she asked. "yeah what off it" "Never mind" she said as she dropped the materail to the ground and jumped backwards, giving a little moan as she did. "old bones" she muttered as she held on to her paint brush and clima-tact. "If you hit me, I'll be your slave" she said striking a pose, old ladies trying to be sexy....doesnt work. "I DONT WANT YOU AS A SLAVE YOU OLD COOT" shouted Zebidaya, yet he charged at her anyway. "One..two...now" she thought to herself as the spring user diverted, attacking the material. She moved to intercept with her brush and in a few strokes she would move backwards, her symbol painted on to the body of the spring user. "I win! she said matter of factly.

"HOW THE FUCK, YOUR DEAD YOU OLD BI...... his scream was stopped, his body wretched, vomit shot from this mouth, but he also at the same time shit himself. He tried to breath but he kept releasing shit from both ends. "This is the effect of my symbols, you have on you my lovely poop symbol, makes you shit and vomit uncontrollaby. The reason your attack missed, that symbol on the material is my red bull symbol, your mind self conciously attacked it instead, remember that wont you"/ As she said this she had peeled apart her climatact, with a distance of ten meters and the sea in front of her, she formed an shape with her climatact using the hot and cold poles, with the thunder pole being used to project it, as she released the poles, they built up heat and cold air, and upon contact with the spring user, released a powerful cyclone that not only caused major damage even to the spring body, but caused a powerful knock back effect in which blasted the spring user in to the sea. This was too good for him. her poles came back to her like a boomerang easily caught and turned back in to her walking stick. Quickly she recovered the body with a struggle thankfully the sea was shallow in which he landed, though with his devil fruit weighing him down and making it impossible for him to move, the last thing he would see, was the Paintress holding his own knife above his head. "Here ends, Zebidaya, slaver of the blue" she uttered "NO PLEASE DONT ACK" he shouted, screaming as the blade struck his forehead, puncturing his brain. The sea turning crimson as she dragged his body to the shore. She would then contact the marines using the den den mushi on his own ship and a clean up crew would soon appear while the old biddy allowed the waves to soak on to her feet. She could do this, she could beat opponents younger and stronger, she just had to be smarter.