The devastation of such attacks, the beauty and simplicity of the Clima-tact. The elderly lady now panting, having tired herself out, the art of weather was not physically taxing, but the tiredness of being so young and going so old now grasped her, Etza the young sparrow on which she was upon floated upwards. "Jon, leave, this battle is over" Elpheba uttered as the thunder claimed the life of the harpy. Her body like Tina igniting in flames. Now she knew the flame king was still around, in fact he was probably reforming at this very moment, but she also knew with such fame she was in this state no match for him. Heading her words Jon and the flying bird would vacate the premises, returning to Jons hut,

If successful, she would promptly utilize his Den Den Mushi to place a call to the marines informing them of the end of the scrap pirates and the casualties while also giving him information on Flame King Zanji who had last been spotted causing trouble with another whom called himself Devil. She would inform them that she had not seen this secondary man but circumstances put it that he could have been there from the wind released by someone else. That had not escaped her notice. That being said the marines would agree to circulate more wanted posters of Zanji and Devil around the entirety of the blue seas. While Jon saw to Blaze, Etza the tiny sparrow curled up next to Elpheba, whom for the time being closed her eyes. Sleep beginning to take her.

[exit]