The final boat succumbed, the frog's leg pulled back as the final Cipher pol agent fell, unlike the Yonko whom had caused such carnage and simply decided to destroy the vessels, the frog took the longer route, due to the rev allies whom were to close to release her devastating techniques, he had decided to stretch his legs, literally. You see the frog was a martial artist who partook in a style not many wielded these days, classified as a master of the Ookama Kenpo style, he had evolved in to the art of Newkama Kenpo, a powerful and somewhat silly form of fighting style, yet the overwhelming power was somewhat to be desired, a single closing of the eye lid could become a powerful and destructive technique. The movements, the fluidity cominbined with his zoans powerful legs made it a formidable foe that not even the Cipher pols of the four five and six divisions could stand a chance.

He would have liked to have taken all the credit but the rev army onboard the boats had also played their part, they had utilized wepaonry and fighting styles to help dwindle the cipher pols numbers though the largest amount of kills belonged to the frog. His feet dripped, his poisonous liquid having mixed with the cascade of blood that splattered his naked body, how a frog could look so fierce was anyones guess, yet he did, splotches of crimson shone against his green and yellow skin as the boat approached the required distance. "I'll go on ahead" the frog uttered as he bounded once more, his immense jumping skills granted him such a powerful burst of movement that the three hundred meter distance to the dutchmen was nothing, landing on board just as the Captain had finished retrieving his weapons. "Looks like the revs are gonna lend us a hand in whatever we chose, but it doesnt look like the rest of the worlds going to make this easier on us" The frog said, though there was an obvious smile upon his froggy face, coupled with excitement in his tone.

"I wonder how hard it is to actually find a dragon, Im also a little curious to see what he looks and acts like. the frog inquired curiously, "More so im looking forward to seeing how he takes a punch" the amphibian said with a croaky cackle as he turned to walk below deck. He would stop of at his room to re-supply his quiver, having run out previously, at the same time squeezing his hand over the quicver with the arrow heads pointing down allowing them to sit wihtin the poison that dripped from his hand, flowing much like a wet rag. Returning to the surface of the ship, he adjusted his strap, the wind flowing around the crew all majestic like right.

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