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Whole buncha bullshit was going down. Susanoo didn't have the time to really worry about it all though. He had a mark in front of him and he would capture his mark successfully. Or at least he thought he would. It was unknown to him, but a wave of haki had swept the field, the very concept of Haki being foreign to Susanoo, but luckily he was out of range of such an assault. The same couldn't be said for The Devil, however. Unaware of what was to come and looking for a change of environment, apparently he'd have no focus whatsoever on his ally and he'd fall victim to the willpower based assault. Should this not be the case, as soon as The Devil would begin to make his move, Susanoo would act. No hesitation, despite what was going on in his head, he needed to prove himself to himself and now was the time.

The door was 1m away from The Devil and the way he approached it, didn't show much urgency. Perhaps he was still trying to remain incognito, regardless he moved to the door slow and Susanoo could easily shoot something that was moving at a casual pace. So if The Devil didn't fall unconscious, he'd fire his (serious) shot (II) at him in attempt to pierce him straight through the throat. No hesitation, nothing in the way, wind accounted for, and shot before the man entered the doorway of the doorless building he was entering. It was at max speed, max power, all dat good stuff. He'd have less than a second to react should he even perceive it, but even then perceiving and reacting were two different actions.

Should he get shot as planned, he'd begin to bleed profusely and potentially drown in his own blood, as the liquid would haphazardly enter his esophagus through his breathing passage and enter his lungs. Yikes. He could be saved somehow. Susanoo didn't know how, but who knows, anything is possible right? Anywho . . . should he hit The Devil he'd put his slingshot on his hip and take out his Gunbai. Swinging upwards with no lapse of time taken for any silly thoughts, daydreaming, etc, he'd send of powerful gust of air upwards into the sky. The plan was to bring it down upon The Devil, ultimately bringing ruin to the building he potentially entered as well, should he, but he didn't bring it down just yet. His nose twitched when he caught the smell of something. He could have swore he heard some odd singing earlier too, but now he was smelling something that smelled filthy. Animals? He lowered his Gunbai, but not to bring down his blast of wind, just to lower it and focus on his hearing next. The pitter patter of claws on scrap began to dance in his ears, they were certainly some kind of animal headed towards the battlefield and he didn't want to wait to figure out what.

He had learned how scents worked when working with Cid back on Ilusia and right now, he knew his scent still wasn't one with Spider Miles. He was a guest as far as the nose went. "Shit, shit, shit." He said it under his breath quietly in a rushed manner as he dropped his war fan and began to take off his scent drenched hoodie. He knew there were a few dangerous screws and what not protruding from the wall of the building he was on, so he went to the ledge that wasn't closest or farthest from the main battlefield and hung his hoodie on a forlorn screw. It wouldn't last long, but it'd buy him a bit of time to maybe get away from whatever beast were coming his way. They'd catch that scent along with his own if they tracked based on such a thing. "Looks like I'll have to come back for him another day." This was directed towards The Devil as Susanoo didn't have time to get tied up in the rest of the chaos that was going down. He was told there was supposed to be a big battle going down and frankly he didn't want to be apart of it. Especially with no allies to help him out or leave to do most of the fighting. Immediately after hanging up his hoodie, he went back and grabbed his Gunbai, all down in a rushed and urgent manner.

Smelling the beast coming from behind him when he was facing the main battlefield, he ran to that ledge to see if he could see them and he could. They were huge dogs, muscles and shit, rabid looking, and not friendly in the least bit. "Oh fuck this." While they seemed wild, their mannerisms were militant, they had packs and divided around the buildings, but stayed with their troop as they did so. And it looked like a nice amount of them were headed towards him. They were about 20m away from him still, so he had a bit of time, but not enough. "Shit." He looked around frantically, then concocted a plan. It'd hurt, but he figured it'd be better than getting eaten alive by some mutts. Soon enough some of the beast to enter the bottom floor of the three story building he was in. No later than that and no earlier he'd swing his warfan into empty space.

This would produce a powerful gust of wind that'd shoot out forward also into empty space, but also propel him in the opposite direction. This wouldn't send him directly closer to or away from the battlefield, but further left or right from it. (Think forward being closer, backward being further, then left or right, being left or right.) At Tier 3 Speeds he'd shirtless sail above some of the buildings, one in particular was targeted by him during his frantic look around moment. Mid flight he'd turn his body around as to face the direction he was flying in, flatten out as best as he could to be parallel with the ground, and he'd position his Gunbai underneath his belly as if he was sledding or something. Upon contact with the building he aimed for he'd feel the metal rod of his Clima-Tact that ran through his Gunbai press against his ribs. He knew for sure at least one of them was cracked. This was essentially a crash landing, so something like this was to be expected. Additionally, the sliding his Gunbai did on the rooftop terrace of the building shredded the tatami like fan section of the fan, making wind based attacks essentially useless. It was better the fan than his skin though.

With some moans and groans he gathered himself to his feet and saw the distance he cleared. It wasn't too impressive, but he figured the dogs would be preoccupied with catching the nearest unfamiliar scent they could find. That scent would be Susanoo's on the side of the building he was once on and since they were in doors when he made his move, they wouldn't be able to catch a scent change. They'd just be homing in on a dud, meanwhile Susanoo would be making his exit from all the bullshit that was going on. No pack of dogs had traveled to the other targets on a route that was close to the route he sailed aerially. That said, there'd be no real reason for a pack to suddenly change their target and go after him.

Ultimately he was a bit bummed out with how things went. It was definitely a learning experience though and if he actually landed his shot on The Devil, he'd actually be fairly content with himself. Now on this rooftop, even though it pained him and he knew he'd probably regret it, he'd strip his pants off. It was a necessary precaution and yet another layer to the elusive nature of the teen. Again if the dogs caught wind of his scent, they'd be lead to another dud. After this he'd achingly take his leave.

This would all happen, minus the shooting at Devil, if he got knocked out from the Haoshoku Haki too. I hope this island burns to the ground.

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Susanoo was long gone, having made a clean escape away from the battle and having lost his pursuers. However the wind he had stirred up hadn't left the scene. It was sent upwards, but hadn't yet come downwards and we all know what comes up, must come down. The hounds would come snooping on the terrace Susanoo had been on to only find his scent drenched hoodie. They were lead on a wild goose hunt and didn't only end up empty handed, but dead. The tornado would descend upon the building Susanoo was once atop of and it would destroy the entirety of it. With the dogs being on top of the building, they'd be crushed along with it. His attack could easily manage to partially destroy even steel.

The dog's wouldn't be the only ones succumbing to the effects of the 20m typhoon. The unconscious Devil luckily wouldn't be slammed with the attack though he was nearby, but he'd be showered with rocks. This would cause a bit of damage to him, nothing major, just some bruises, but it would veil his presence from the world. He'd have a great weight of debris on top of him. He was strong though, so lifting it off maybe wouldn't be too hard, but he did risk suffocating if he didn't wake up and save himself in time. This would have all happened at max speed and max power and Elpheba wouldn't be in the way of it. If the fire logia happened to have some odd reason to go over there and try to put his hands on someone or something, he'd risk having that tangible part of his body wrecked by the attack as well. It'd be best for him to keep his distance and take his leave.

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