This world, is corrupted down to its core, by vengeance and greed. Dominick was the kind of person who'd put others he cared about before him, and the a person who believed in Moral Justice. The most oppressive force, the Marine's believe in Dark Justice, and those ignorant to that definition are the few that believe deeply what their doing is in all means right. He'd walk down the street lost in his thoughts, attempting to decry-pt the words problems one at, a time. It wasn't the usual mind-set of a free-lance doctor, or a martial artist, but Dominick was indeed a weird fellow. Sticking closer to his own morals, rather than listening to the world of the sea who'd probably corrupt him. Jut before he'd turn outside of the alley he'd hear a voice, that would distort a bit, sounding almost sad. Peeking around the corner it was a lower tiered Marine, surrounded by four others around his same rank. "Can't yall see! It isn't right, we go and murder those who stand against us! Where is the free will, what happened to peace!", the foolish marine would spew his opinions of his affiliation, resulting in other Marines jabbing the butt of their gun into his mid-section causing him to fall against the brick wall, and slide down landing on this booty. "You haven't been in this world long enough to know what these pirates have done. You spew non-sense, words that'll corrupt others while you still wear the brand of a marine, and you still talk bad about them?! Huh! Answer!", the larger of the group would say, as he repeatedly drove his foot into the fallen marines torso.

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These moments, when the defenseless with a voice get abused for what they believe in because of ignorance. Clenching his fists from around the corner, his muscles would tense, as he heard enough from this batch of idiotic hand feed livestock. Grinning, as his face avoided his natural look of evil, to more of a cocky mentality, proceeded to say, "Oi, Oi ! Those with a voice, will change the world, right along side the will of D. And to those who try to prevent the new Era, deserve to die with the Old one !". Not knowing what provoked him into protecting this marine, forced him out of his spot of hiding. Revealing his light skinned face, along with his dreadlocks, and his usual attire, continued to put on his fighting gloves. "I believe in everything this Marine says, despite his choice of affiliation. If you can beat up one of your own for his beliefs, what are you going to do to an enemy of the Government who shares the same beliefs! , clenching his right fist into the palm of his left hand. The marines changed their attention to the new arrival at this beating, who seemed not to have a problem with a little brawl. "Well, Well. If it isn't the Gifted...", in mid-sentence Dominick had already began his move on the group, leaping forward and using one of his most basic combinations. "Dual Strike!", planting the bottom of his left heel into the neck of the closet marine, and following the first strike with another hit, dropping the grown man into the gravel as his eyes rolled back turning white. In the midst of his first strike, the other marines didn't hesitate into moving in on Dominick. Entering a hand stand position, Dominick would begin to spin allowing his feet to accumulate slight winds, creating a vacuum of air. Following the winds building up, his feet made contact with the next enemies rib cage's connecting many times, creating possible bruising. Even as he got cockier with his skills, two guns shots went off that lead, Dominick into falling to the ground grasping his own stomach. As he felt the blood drip through his hands, he could hear the remaining marine's footsteps get closer.

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Quickly applying pressure to his wound, less and less blood would slip through his hands, gradually drying up into his clothes and skin. The man wouldn't speak, he'd only aim his gun at Dominick, with a cold expression. Was it actually the end already?, he hadn't even reached the grand line and he was already about to get executed, by such a shitty tiered marine. His internal conversation was disrupted by another gunshot, as he searched his body for another entry hole, only to see the man that was over top of him drop to the ground like a fly. As he looked to his right, the Marine that he got involved for had, pulled the trigger. It was an interesting turn of events, seeing as how he had allowed himself to take the beating before hand. He'd stand up from his position on the floor, holding his hand gun, ripping the marine attire from his body. The smoke from the barrel began to fade away, as it cooled down. "Thank You....for believing in my cause, and for allowing me to see the more vivid light", the beaten marine would say, returning his weapon to his holster.
"Heh..it aint my right to go around changing you will, that's your job. I just can't sit around watching others pick on the weak."

"Weak? I see, that's how you think of me."

"Don't take it to heart kid, it's a fucked up world. And we aren't even in the worst part"

"Two different factions, but One common Ideal. I'll see you around"

"Oi, I'll see you around. Maybe on the same side one day."

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