Ah....

Byron happened to be sitting down in a rather decently well crowded area right now. Moderatly delighting himself with lunch. A Rather excellently done dish of fish and various vegetables in front of him. It'd been a while since he managed to have a well cooked meal. Most of the food in East Blue wasn't exactly anything special compared to the west. Sure it had the Baratie, but it really didn't roll with him right now.

Meanwhile....

From a distance, Byron appeared to be observed by some strange unusual people. What exactly were they staring at him down for? From a bush about 20 meters away, a few odd men were looking torwards Byron. Their "leader" inside with them.


Yeah!I think that's the guy we've been lookin for...The one that killed Smith and Dan.Taking out a Small Wanted poster of the Okama, he'd hand it to his leader who looked at it to compare. Who proceeded to crumple it after recognizing Byron. The paper being reduce dto little more than nothing in his hands.

Looking directly at the group of ruffians. He would notice they weren't exactly stopping when they came closer and closer to him. Hm. This could become a predicament if they really did come for a fight.


He'd shout out at them. As the group of Ruffians drew their weapons, respective knives, swords, etc of the like. Damnit....Seemed like they weren't gonna talk. Atleast it didn't look like they were until one of them actually spoke.


The last word being said in a mockingly "affectionate" tone. Not hesitating any further, Byron would brandish his clawed gauntlets at the ready, taking his own battle stance at his attackers.


Surveying around him. There were only ten right now. One immediatly has the gall to rush him with his small switchblade. The man being cocky and thinking he could make mincemeat of the effeminite guy. He was a thin as a twig!No way he had any "hidden strength" to his ass.  Upon being rushed suddenly by the man however. Byron proceeded to block his Knife slash with the left clawed hand, then rushing forward to face plant him down to the ground with large and sudden force utilizing his right arm. His Superior Strength and Speed knocking him out cold clearly.

Though...A Unsettling sight came to the okama, as blood started to rush from the back of the man's head... It was at that moment... Byron knew he just killed him. Eugh. The sight of alot of blood made him slightly tremble to be honest. He had no qualms fighting, but killing? He was still kinda iffy about. He only fought in self defence, so that made it "Ok" right? He'd smirkingly attempt to shrug it off. As the rest seemed to look at him in some sort of "awe". One of them had been taken down so fast. Unconsciously, the rest seemed to agree on "ambush him all at once".  As they all began to converge on him, swords and knives drawn. He had to figure something out fast. Opting to utilize one of his techniques. The Okama would roll forward and proceed to propel himself into the air as they all converged at him.

Pushing himself off the ground 4 Meters into the Air. The rest of the "mooks" would bump into each other, causing some to stumble back, or be hit by each others weapons. After all they had their swords and knives in front of them. Causing some friendly fire.

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Stamina Left:275/290

As the mooks laid back on the ground, some injured, some just remotely knocked down. He would land on one and proceed to claw him violently. His two claws serration through the man's chest like he was paper almost. None of these mooks were really armored beyond general clothes.

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Others continued to get up, and promptly one managed to nick a slash across Byron's back. It stung, causing the okama to wince out in pain before turning and driving his claws into the man's chest through his ribcage. Before throwing him back down. There were only 3 left right now. As some of the others had given each other lethal injuries. Hopping back from the opening made. Byron anticipated the movements of the others directly at him.

Meanwhile in the bushes...


The voice behind the assault began to brandish his weapons, as the rest of the mooks headed out now to support the ones that were getting wiped. Five running over and joining the three that were left. To Byron, he figured they were all coming out of a local forest or something. As one would blindly charge him with a sword and be promptly cross countered with a quick serration of his neck, followed by Byron throwing him into the sword of another one of his comrades. Causing a few of the mooks to panic.


Caught off guard by Byron's sudden display of strength and speed. They weren't exactly ready for an assault. As the okama would proceed to quickly dash over to one, and rake down on his face before Palm striking his Heart to get him down. Now only six of these damn mooks were left.

However, before Byron could continue, A figure was walking out of the bushes. With a strange mask of a sorts and almost like he had a unique presence of his own.


On that note. He brandished his blade as the remaining mooks began to walk back. Wielding it on his right and his flintlock on his left. As he'd fire a quick shot towards Byrons shoulder. Grazing him only however. The duo was about 15 Meters from each other.

On Byrons end. He was slightly intimidated by this guy. Just who the hell was he?Some kind of hired killer?Or was he with the guys that attacked him before in Logue. Regardless, he had to take care of him soon.

The man with his brandished flintlock and sword would start to come forward. Byron would only stand at the ready, anticipating his moves as he would wait for his approach. Just what the hell was he going to do?

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A bead of sweat would go down Byron's forehead as the enviroment around them tensed up. He was nervous for once again now. All that previous bravado of his had gone down. A familiar sensation had crept up his spine. One of fear. A hired killer was certainly not something he was gonna laugh at now. Plus it was right when Byron thought he was smooth and clear... Moving back about a meter, the man only continued to give him a cast iron gaze through his mask. The killer would just keep moving forward and without hesitation. Would fire a quick shot at Byron's left leg's knee and another one into Byron's same sided shoulder. He'd go down on the first shot, but would quickly roll himself over to the side upon the other shot being aimed at him. This man was faster than he was almost...

Rolling over to the side, the man would just continue to walk towards Byron. A grin on the inside despite his mask. The sight of blood was nice to him. Like his own little way of leaving his mark everywhere he went. With blood. Byron's leg was in pain like hell, and now he was gonna experience some difficulty walking. Forcing himelf to move for his own survival. Byron would jump directly at his foe as he began to get closer. Hoping to catch him off guard with a sudden rush of speed.

Skill Used:

Stamina 250/290

Immediatly though. As Byron Jumped at him. He left himself open to an attack. As his assassin would proceed to slash vertically across his Midsection. Before chaining in a quick hard Left straight punch on that area as well. Given Byron was stuck in the air due to his attack. He was fully vulnerable to the man's move. The punch quickly knocking him down onto the ground in pain. Bleeding from his midsection and suffering some serious bruising in that region. It felt Hopeless for him. To even fight, or try to get up. In the end he was just a rookie, a guy that wanted to be "Free", but couldn't handle the world around him. His Style was not good enough to handle all of who he was fighting right now. Things were looking horribly bleak for him as the man began to move over closer for the killing blow. Byron tried to force his body to move, only to not get much out of it. Almost as if some kind of technique was done when he got hit in his abdomen...


The man prepared to cock his flintlock at the okama to shoot him down. It was only a few seconds until he executed him right there in front of everyone.


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It was at that moment. Byron's very own life almost flashed through his eyes. Was this really where it was gonna end?Was he about to die here a victim? If he was gonna go down right now. He was gonna go down trying at the very least. The Man with a smug grin cocked his pistol at Byron's head, and at that moment. He'd utilize his large scale speed into 1 Burst where He would throw a pincer shot aimed at the man's Pistol, his glove slightly detached from his hand. In order to launch his glove to knock the Pistol out of his hand.

Skill Used:

Stamina: 235/290


The attack would knock his pistol out of his hand, but now his right hand was no longer covered with a clawed glove. It gave the Okama the opprotunity he needed, as he would try to get up. The Man would be distracted by his pistol flying straight out of his hand, broken almost. As were the men around him. How could he have pulled off such a come back on the brink of dispair and defeat?

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190/290



Forcing his other arm to Move despite the pain. He'd charge due to how close they were. Forcing himself to pull off his strongest combination. His Tiger Empress Rush with only His Left Hand. His Left hand would spin across the man's face, before Raking down on his chest.  Blood spurting fresh and cuts brazing through him. He was overwhelmed, he may have been a trained killer. Though his arrogance over Byron and underestimation of him while he was down had led to his defeat.  

The Mooks around him looked. Impressed and scared. As they would start to disperse immediatly. Not hesitating to run, in fact. They weren't gonna stick around the guy who had just killed their boss. Suru on the other hand was bleeding out horrendously on the ground. Taken out by Byron's Tiger Empress Rush. His head was feeling funny, the dizziness was starting to overtake him.


Rapidly he would attempt to patch himself up, actually managing to cover up most of his "lethal" wounds. His bleeding was stopping, but the effects had taken a toll on Byron. As he fell back, Unconscious almost. The world around him...

Faded to an utter Black.

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