With the noise above becoming even more apparent, Junbei’s sensory capabilities were at an all time high. The patrons in the streets multiplied in number, all gawking at the sky from the seeming firework show that was occurring, all brought about from the initial clank he had heard it seemed. The musician didn’t need to pay attention with his eyes to the flashy theatrics going on above, his Haki made it as clear as live snail-cam footage, except with blurry auras and smoldering objects. Abruptly, the Eastern Party had made their move, as two projectiles, one timed right after the other, came from a ten meter diagonal arc, travelling towards Lovely Street, the distance between said party and Junbei’s current position(fifty meters stated by Crow), their targets were obvious, The Red Head. Grinning, Junbei’s whole body, to those without enough sensory skills would completely vanish, however, this wasn’t the case. Entering into his intangibility state, the mass-less Junbei swarmed into the crowd, splitting his body into two segments, expanding out five meters from his initial position in both directions, immediately East, evading fire; in movements towards his sniper. After clearing Lovely Street, still intangible, the man’s rate of acceleration boomed, arriving only one meter away from the building which commanded the large force, the sniper was at-top.

Prior, At the ten meter mark away from the building, an ominous red veil anchored above the traversed districts of Lovely Street, small coupled houses, about three meters apart made for passageways(alleys), which belonged to the citizens of Angel Island, each covered with umbrella like shades.His path wasn’t streamlined in nature, Junbei used the building’s positions, to cleverly advance in a maze like movement towards the building, using the building’s as leverage for his war march. Swarms of sound-waves ushered outwards, at the four meter mark, a hovering veil(8 Diameter in size) had appeared, in motion, with Junbei’s advance. A triad in metrics later, with arrival, everything within twenty diameter of the ring’s scope was affected by a huge sonic boom explosion wiping out everything with range. The loud 250 decibel sounds were enough to more than deafen, the shockwave expanded in a spherical matter, pushing and flattening everything within contact. What was worst for the attackers, the building they sat upon collapsed, one-hundred square-feet in size, built up with simple concrete stone slabs for three stories, crushing those within or who couldn’t escape with a horrible death. Those at the top would have no chance of survival falling from that height in normal cases, meaning Commander Ichi and Silver who stood near the floor of the collapsing fixture were in grave danger. The sounds of what seemed to be Devil’s(high pitch screams - 15 Meters to east) Screeching could be heard, so loud, that those who might have survived, would need to fight even harder for their lives, as a second thinner sound-waves, about six feet off the ground, sliced through the area once again, with after effects of 180db sounds in sequence. Reforming, submerged in the dust fields, about 10M in stretch, Junbei’s haki combined with his Oto Oto echo-tapping capabilities, placed everyone into perfect position, with his Blitz Sticks in hand. He’d listen on, waiting for his men to scream for their bosses name in mercy.

Meanwhile, in Lovely Street, shards of the ship fell onto the street, killing Winged Slave Owner’s, gaining the prisoners freedom to do whatever they wanted. Chaos. The freed slaves continued the cycle, raiding nearby dial shops to arm themselves, slaying and cutting down all of the Winged Faction who survived or who we’re prior watching the initial contact in the sky. It was mass frenzy, blood filled the streets, in the last few years, no one, had seen something so horrific. Many wingless ran, others tried taking flight, but those who fled to the East suffered damage unlike none other, Angel Island was for these moments, hell.