The battlefield was littered with heated exchanges, people dying, and Macumber eating everything in bloody sight to make a way for Junbei and the rest of the crew to make a clear path towards the Celestial Dragon. Macumber was keeping an eye out for his master while he was clearing the path. He had always watched the Magnus’ back, and he could easily race to the rescue if anything seemed to be wrong. Despite everything going on around him, Magnus was locked in combat with Sigurd, an agent of Cipher Pol. This was Magnus’ first encounter with the likes of the Cipher Pol, and he didn’t really like it to be honest. They were very skilled fighters that didn’t go down easily like the rest of the individuals that he had encountered on his journeys, but that was one of the best perks of fighting this man alone. Magnus stood before Sigurd twirling his blade, Longpaw, in his right hand while he reached down with his left to grab a smaller short sword from the ground just below him to ready himself for more. Unfortunately Sigurd made the mistake of calling Junbei his Captain, which honestly wasn’t exactly true. “Well, I am more of an ally with the Songbirds instead of just being an underling of their Captain.” Magnus words were soon lost in the air between him and Sigurd when the latter let loose a howl that would send chills down someone’s spine.

Sigurd began to take a form of a hybrid wolf and man appearance, which would honestly make Magnus think of a werewolf’s transformation. Magnus looked at the wolfman with his sapphire colored eyes while he got ready for the rush that would obviously follow after the transforming power up. Unlike other fighting styles in Briss, Magnus’ form of swordplay allowed him to perceive more of everything around him to give him more information in his adjustments and counters with his blade. (+1 in Perception)  Sigurd’s sudden movement is what brought Magnus’ guard up even further. Unfortunately for the wolfman, Magnus had a guardian angel that was heading back into the Frey. Magnus watched the wolfman try to close the distance between them, but Magnus could see virtually everything in slower speeds. Magnus tossed the blade in his left hand towards Sigurd, which made him feint, sink, and try to catch the blacksmith in his jaws.

Macumber would unfortunately save the day for the Blacksmith. Sigurd would try to sink his teeth into his body, but Macumber bash into the wolfman sending him sliding across the battlefield before he can sink his teeth into Magnus. The Bananawani had already lost his cigar in the midst of battle, but he was now covered in blood from everyone he had eaten. “Holy fuck, I almost became food for the wolfman, Macumber. I suggest you stay here to help me with him.” Magnus turned back towards the direction that Sigurd was sent flying by Macumber to find the wolfman already back on his feet with a look of sheer madness within in eyes. The Smoking Crocodile had launched Sigurd almost ten meters away from their current position.

Magnus wasn’t ashamed of having his pet Croc help him out, unlike other people from Briss who take pride in their one on one dual, but he was honestly grateful for the Croc. Magnus has never faced a Zoan user before, and he honestly didn’t know how to deal with the little wolf. Ultimately the battlefield grew almost silent with a good number of everyone around Hilda and Junbei falling unconscious, which only made Magnus laugh. “That must be Haki.” Magnus thought as Sigurd only took notice to Magnus and Macumber standing before him. Macumber raised his huge tail only to have it come smacking down to release a large amount of smoke from his body as well as using his tail to give the full range of the harmless smokescreen pushed to thirty meters all around all three of them.

More angry howls filled the air around them while Magnus conjured flames to swirl around his blade Longpaw. Magnus had used a simple technique from his sword style called Blade of Logi, which would give his blade an additional burning effect to any attack that he performed. The blade was slightly elongated by five or ten inches while Sigurd tried to figure out where exactly Magnus was in the Smoke. Only to have him find out by Magnus jumping out of the smoke directly in front of him to get cut down his right arm about two inches before he pulled away from the Blacksmith. Sigurd, using his smoke to his advantage, would disappear into the smoke only to come barreling out behind Magnus to sink his teeth into the blacksmith’s left shoulder. Screams could be heard coming out of the dense smoke screen, where Macumber’s head could be seen sticking out of the top, that could be heard throughout the battlefield.

Sigurd let the blood of his victim fill his mouth as he crunched down on his collarbone and shoulder to break the bones beneath his teeth. All Magnus could do with the pain flooding his mind was to take his flaming shoulder in a reverse grip, raise it up, and stab the wolfman just behind his left shoulder while he was still attached to his body. Sigurd would let out a yelp of pain before letting go of Magnus and stumbling back with a flaming sword sticking out of his left shoulder blade. Falling limp to the ground, Magnus would roll over to lie on his back. “God damn it, that hurt worse than anything I have endured.” The blood was flowing from the wounds on his shoulder at an alarming rate, but Sigurd pulled the blade from his shoulder only to point it back at Magnus. “Looks like I take the win on this one, Magnus. Unfortunately, you won’t make it through this….” But before Sigurd could finish his sentence, Macumber would appear behind him, snap down on Sigurd head and part of his chest, and toss him to the side without any mishap in his move.

The smoke from Macumber began to disappear to reveal Magnus lying on his back with a small pool of blood directly underneath his wounded shoulder, and the body of Sigurd about fifteen meters away with a blade wound as well as half his upper body looking absolutely horrid from the immense strength behind Macumber’s jaws. Hopefully, Junbei would see the Blacksmith and his Pet on the dock to come and help, but Magnus really wanted the Doctor to come take a look at him. He definitely had fractions and possibly a broken shoulder with a hunk of skin taken from the top of his shoulder from the bite.

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Junbei von Echo had allowed the Cursed Blacksmith to accompany him on his journeys to Gubo, Sabaody Archipelago, and onward from there towards the New World. He had created Junbei his legendary Tonfa, met his whole crew, and even got a little bit of some excitement from a sea battle. Everything that Magnus wanted out of life that he had been pushing himself towards over the past three years was too go out on an adventures that will allow him to see all of the world! But he was coming up short on everything now, Magnus just defeated his first Zoan user only to have him take a bite out of his left shoulder, fracture his collarbone, and cause some rather nasty teeth holes as well. Magnus pushed himself up into a seated position to take a look at the massive piles of bodies that littered the battlefield. Macumber was lying down next to him being every watchful of the enemies and people around him. “Macumber, we need to get me to the Doc. It looks like the Dutchman is on its way into port.” Macumber looked sideways at Magnus with one eye before getting up from his position with a huff. Climbing on to his back, Macumber let his bottom half of his body turn into smoke, lift him up, and flew him back towards The Dutchman.

Magnus Dayne made his way back towards the ship with his blade Longpaw in tow. The pain from his shoulder almost unbearable, but he knew that Junbei could handle everything on the shore until he got stitched up. Honestly, he believed that he wouldn’t be of much help at all in the fighting too come, because if his collarbone is fractured he will be put in a sling that will hinder him in his fighting. Macumber landed with a soft thud onto the deck of The Dutchman before the blacksmith slid off of his head. Magnus made his way through the Dutchman towards the medical bay while his bloody shoulder finally stopped pouring out blood. The wound had begun to clot to help with blood loss. Magnus figured that the doctor would have to cut off his shirt, which was one of his favorites, but it needed to be done to stitch and see what the actual damage of the wound would be. He would hope that the damage was minimal, but he honestly had no idea on any of the medical matters.  

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The battle had long ended, but Magnus had to do a couple things upon his return to The Dutchman. Magnus had taken a little beating during his bout with Sigurd. The fight could’ve had ended a bit differently if The Cursed Blacksmith hadn’t gotten a little lucky with his flaming sword. Luckily he knew he would be treated fairly well by the ship’s doctor. Macumber flew him directly to the main deck of The Dutchman as they finally came into the harbor of Gubo. Magnus knew he had injured his shoulder pretty good, but he hoped that the Doctor could help him and reveal what exactly was damaged. Of course, he knew that Junbei and The Frog would be heading back out into the fray once again, and he needed to be with them no matter the cost!

Magnus Christopher Dayne was checked out later by the Doctor. The Frog needed a finger reattached, and some of the other crew members had taken injuries as well. Luckily everyone made it out this time around besides the rubber fish that was unknowingly bombarded with seastone bullets. But Magnus had taken injuries like this before; he could wait a little bit for the Doctor to come check out his shoulder, clean his bite wounds, and stitch him up if he needed it. The blood had already clotted over on the wound in his shoulder, but he could feel the sharp pain of a fracture bone deep within his collarbone. “That damn wolf almost took a chunk out of me.” Magnus thought. He knew that he had to be more careful especially if they were all about to go after a Celestial Dragon and get away with it.

Hours passed before Magnus was finally treated for his wounds, but ultimately, he had only received some small fractures along his collarbone from the bite that the Wolfman Sigurd had given him as a Farewell present. The Doctor stitched him up rather well, and the stitches were not that difficult to manage for moment. The individual teeth of Sigurd had pierced his flesh, but he didn’t tear or rip any meat away. This simply meant that each hole could be stitched up with a simple stitch or two. Putting on a different attire altogether, Magnus took off towards the direction the Cipher Pol agents left in. Once he got off The Dutchman, Magnus took off at full speeds to reach his companions. He knew that he wasn’t much help, but he would still be of some use too The Yonko.

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