Pant.. Pant...

Byron had sprinted inside of the tree after the mooks had luckily been distracted enough in order for him to get inside. Damn was it seriously a pain to get in, but he had managed to pull it off. As he'd carefully sneak up the stairs that were inside and across the building, he'd try his best to keep up a stealthy movement. Sound wasn't something he wanted to make right now. As he would switch into his full zoan owl form to fly slowly across the area. His wings would not make any form of sound due to the special bristles inside of them, and his small figure was not something you could easily see in any area either. As he'd carefully fly throughout the tree, eventually he would see a figure near one of the library areas, cautious. He would begin to move over close to that area. Watching carefully, The man was in one of those areas and was browsing through all the books. Cackling to himself madly almost. Just who the hell was this guy?

As Byron would flap, and flap. Getting closer to him while sneaking across the room on various objects, his owl physiology was helping him maintain the element of surprise, but hopefully he could keep it up long enough to really take this asshole down. The man was feverishly piling books into bags of his, and upon closer inspection Byron noticed there were several of those there. Hm.... So this guy was really after the books in the area huh?He didn't really look weak either, so Byron would avoid a headon fight...At least for the moment that was. The owl struck only when it found a good opportunity to do so.


Stamina left:250/290

Word Count:309

Total word count:309

The Owl would overhear from the man as he kept rifling through the library cases. Ransacking the place nearly, taking time to analyze his equipment as well. Byron would notice his body and equipment didn't look exactly weak either. He was gonna have to be even more careful. This must have been the man who was orcahestrating the raid on Ohara, with that. Byron would start to steadily flap torwards him, not making any noise. Given the man's back was turned around it wasn't like he would notice him. With a Quick Motion Byron would Flap forward at a hell of a good speed and proceed to turn himself into a "Bird Bullet". Launching himself to make a Peck into the back of the man's head that was certainly a Few Inches deep. Though...His skull was thick as hell, Byron managed to get a cut in, as the man yelled out. Pissed the hell off and in pain, quickly reaching behind himself and grabbing Byron's small owl form before throwing it across the room 10 meters in a fit of anger and pain.

DAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!WHAT THE HELL!

The impact sure as hell caught Byron off guard, and nearly knocked the damn wind out of him. Though he would use this time to duck under one of the tables in the room they were in, avoiding to coo or make any owl noises as well in order to avoid being caught. Byron's wound had a considerable effect on the man. As he was noticabley bleeding from the back of his head. If that wasn't treated... He'd sure as hell bleed out eventually. This was a game of hide and seek, except the stakes were high and meant your damn life. A table would go crashing near him, as others would be sent flying and various objects in the room. The man was absolutely pissed the hell off and sure as hell was not hesitating to damage the room.

WHERE ARE YOU DAMNIT!SHOW YOURSELF YOU FUCKING COWARD!!!!!

The damage Byron had sustained from just one attack from this guy alone had hurt him kinda bad, as there was some decent bruising on him. Not as bad as his attack on the leader did however...It was just Byron's manuever was more of a delayed damage, while the one he suffered from was more instantaneous. Without hesitation, the man pulled out his sword and started cleaving through dressers of all kinds, tables, chairs, everything in order to find what the hell had just pecked a damn hole in the back of his head. The room was being torn apart, and Byron was huddled and hovering very carefully under one table. Which would proceed to be cleaved in half, the blade very narrowly missing to cut off a damn wing of his. Byron was tense now, scared, and maybe a little panicked. As one part of the table was tossed into the wall, smashed to pieces in an instant, the man would pick the up part of the table Byron was under, and proceed to violently crack it over his leg. The Owl however was on one side of it, and as a result was spared being split in half.

That did not end the man's rampage though. As he would throw the table into the wall, Byron flying with his own half, who would proceed to quickly duck down from under it mid flight into some of the rubble caused by the smashed chairs and tables. Hiding behind ANOTHER one. Just the sheer force of the man's throw alone hurt him. If he was gonna turn the tides around, he had to do it soon.... As the boss clutched his head in pain, the peck from earlier had given him a serious headache and was starting to annoy him. Unbeknownst to him, he was actually internally bleeding out in his head, and it would only be a while before that killed him.  

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Stamina Left:248/290

Word Count:930

Total word count:1235

Byron was panting almost behind his makeshift cover, as the man continued to destroy everything around him. Banging repediatly various objects, though he would start to actually hear Byron, albeit he was very disoriented. The man charging directly into byron's Position. The Okama would shift into his half zoan form in roder to avoid taking any form of serious damage and counteract him head on. Though this would fail as the man ran up impulsivley and proceeded to throw a Hard Punch at His chest. Sending the Owl Zoan almost fly back, Sure he could hear him and percieve him well. The man was a whole nother level compared to him. It was a seriously uneven Matchup, as the half zoan okama would get up and take his stance against the man. The man would Bellow out loudly, noticabley bleeding greater from his head. All this exertion was going to seriously pour down on him and contribute to him bleeding out faster.... If only Byron was capable of landing a second good hit, just maybe he could take him down. Though it may be out of the question, as that one punch alone nearly knocked Byron's soul out of his body so damn hard it was like he had a out of body experience. Recoiling from the blow, Byron would be met by the man charging into him headon lik ea damn freight train. Almost ramming into him like a bull with his bodyweight Alone. instinctivley, Byron would serrate his Talons across the man's tricep to the lower right part of his Pelvis. Even though part of this slash managed to connect, the man would impact into Byron hard and send him flying against the wall. Almost shattering a few bones in his body. Ha...Ha....Christ, he wasn't doing so good over here, Standing became incredibly difficult for Byron to do, and he was really damn sure he broke something now, as he fell forward. The Man, was ready to deliver another blow, but would clutch his head in serious pain once again. The injury having effected him greatly as he would fall down to one knee on the ground. Crippled by that damage he had sustained to his skull.


The man in his stupor would bang his head with his hands. Due to him wearing steal gauntlets, this actually made the problem worse and almost caused him to knock himself out. He was a raging, intelligent brute for sure, but this head pierce since the start of it was beginning to impair his mental functions and now physical functions. Any form of movement began to give him a headache, and it was clear like hell that he was not recovering from it whatsoever. Heh.....Guess you finally shut the hell up.Byron coughed up a slight amount of blood in his hand as he said this, damn. He was gonna require some serious bed rest after the events of this. As he would attempt to stand well and get the helll out to the others. He would be met with his vision nearly fading to black, and as a result. Crash down onto the floor alongside the man. The two were on completely different levels that day, but Byrons intelligent attack was what had won him the battle, and in this case. His Life.

WORD COUNT:594

TOTAL WORD COUNT:1829

TASK END

Ugh....

Byrons Eyelids began to slowly open up, as he awoke to a strange familiar place. The sun shining down on him, there were a few bandages wrapped around him. Just where the hell was he, some kinda hospital or something?The guy did get pretty badly hurt from his previous fight, especially since he was thrown around like a goddamn ragdoll. The Hospital bed was slightly warm and the area around him was decently lit from what it appeared. As the okama attempted to stand up, getting out of his bed. Someone seemed to approach him. Hey Byron listen, I don't think you should be moving so quickly now.

Wait a damn minute, Saul is that you?

Yeah. We found you unconscious with the leader of the guys who tried to raid the island, seemed to be dead from what we saw. I'm surprised your even still breathing right now!

Truth be told when Byron was found, he looked pretty unconscious and just about done for. The room was one hell of a wasteland, looking as if a tornado had rampaged throughout the entire area. The sight had shocked most of the oharians there, but atleast the damage had been contained to only like one room, the body of the "Knowledge Hunter" was confirmed just about dead, and his crew had fled the island, abandoning him to whatever fate given he just about didn't seem to care for them much. The only thing keeping them in line was the man's power and very threat towards them, as they didn't have much of a sense of comradely among-st each other.

Byron would proceed to retrieve his belonging sin the meantime and would prepare to get everything ready. Packing all of his belongings up, it seemed like everything had turned out to be a pretty intense series of events haha. If he were a author, Byron certainly would have wrote about it in a later point of his life. Coincidentally saving Ohara with just a casual incident it seemed. You know we really appreciate what you did for us Byron. Really, your welcome back here any time you want. Thanks, I really appreciate it.Packing his things up, Byron would begin to walk out. As people would give him various looks as he proceeded to move out of the tree and out of the local town, murmurs of compliments or gratefulness amongst them. Guess he really did do something big here huh. Helping to save an Island's local residents was the last thing Byron even expected to do when he woke up this morning,but it happened. Just goes to show you life can take you in just about any direction.

The Sun shined down beautifully that day and graced his face with it's light. He thought about going for a swim for a second, then realized he was a devil fruit user, and devil fruit users entering any form of water was simply suicide haha. As he was about to enter the Forest. Saul seemed to run up to him. Hey Byron wait!The okama quickly turned around and saw saul coming up to him, with something in his hands. Yeah?Byron said Inqusitivley, as Saul pulled out some form of a rare trinket which appeared to be golden. Like some kind of necklace. Here you can have this, I know it isn't exactly much, but you deserve atleast something for what you did. Come back any time. Huh...He said surveying the trinket, it looked rather nice. Thanks. I'll be on my way right now however. Ah alright. best of luck to you Byron! Best of luck to you too Saul.

As Byron would rise into the air and fly away in his full zoan form. Free into the sky, it had certainly been a strange turn of events the day that he had gone onto Ohara, but he walked out of it a better person. He was the bird, and he would travel wherever the hell he felt like it like a drifter. Doing whatever the hell it was he felt like. Byron happened to feel like helping out the locals, so hey, He helped them out in the end and got something out of it.

Task End

Total word count:760