He hadn't expected Bryon to assist Trently in dealing the finishing blow to Dargan, but it was indeed a welcomed surprise. Raphael simply watched as his two companions swiftly disposed of Dargan. It was if the trio had practiced this combination attack or had encountered this very situation before as the plan that Raphael had hatched within his head had flourished without a hitch. It was funny to him, but it made Raphael feel as though he was some pack leader or the leader of the trio due to Trently and Byron's efforts while simply stood there. As Dargan was dropped on his neck Raphael could only shake his head. "I tried to tell him..." Just as the words left his mouth the golden eyed pirate noticed the gaze of Trently who appeared to expect Raphael to say something in this moment. Raphael had unintentionally accommodated Trently's actions. Raphael examined both Bryon and Trently; he could tell that they were both exhausted all be it Trently was in far worse condition compared to Byron. The two of them had been pumping out Technique are Technique in order to fight against these men. Where as Raphael had not used up to much of his stamina. He simply did not have a suitable fighting style like these two did. All he knew was survival and he fought accordingly; by any means necessary he had beaten his opponents. Raphael had used everything from a broken bottle to his enemies own weapon. "Yeah we're both Martial Artists." Raphael would reply to Byron.

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