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As they entered the building he was greeted with the familiar sight. Privateers and what seemed to be human cargo. How very on the nose for them. Manzo shook his head, and ran his fingers through his fiery auburn mop. Clicking his tongue, their words were so crude, and toward such a nice young lady. Sarcasm was his personal artform. But still all the same he couldn't believe that this was going on under their noses all this time.

"Terrible illness that death, heard everyone's been catching it. I'd recommend a mask." He said in a dry tone, his sword resting on his shoulder. One hand in his pocket and a cigarette in his mouth. The men now focused on him, a look of shock and disbelief. "Oh shit, that's the ace of Blue Pegasus."

The other one looked to his friend a look of fear on his face. "T-that's not the one who rips people apart with vines is it?" His associate nodded his head and gulped. If a look could be described as pissing your pants. That would be what was happening right now.

"You gentlemen seem to know who I am, But I have no idea who you are." He said as he walked toward them, a streak of swagger in his walk as he didn't even bare his sword, or activate his lacrima. Seeing as how it was a tad bit of an over kill the last time he let loose. They'd have to prove worthy of that effort.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Charlotte had already started the party without him. Don't you just hate it when someone starts without? She certainly didn't like enthusiasm, which was understandable. She seemed to have quite the appetite for bloodshed. Which was fine, as long as she remembered who friend and foe was.

Manzo called out to the rest of them, sarcasm oozed from his lips. "If you guys don't bundle up, you'll catch your death of cold." Considering Charlotte was an ice mage, he thought the joke was quite poignant for the moment. That and well, it made him laugh. Then he had to ask himself if he wanted to be the kind of guy who laughed at his own jokes.

He shivered in disgust with himself. Before turning his attention to the group of brutes that were now surrounding his partner. He quickly jumped into the fray. Very much feeling the need to protect such fine set of "qualities" that she had left open to attack. That would simply just not do. Not in his mind.

The two of them now back to back. "Fancy seeing you, come here often?" He said with a chuckle as he began clashing his blade with multiple blades of the others. Defending his companion as best he could with zeal. Let the fun and games began as they would say.

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Now in the thick of it, he received a bit of pushback from his foes. It was nice to see that there was some fight in these men. Which was a good sign, it meant that there would be even an iota of excitement. Which he could not say he had gotten very much of from the previous fight. Which bothered him to no end. How could they step to the fiercest guild in the country with no real balls to back up their actions. But disappointments from lackeys were to be expected.

He shifted his body weight onto his backfoot. Then pushing off of his back foot, he threw them off their feet. Putting his blade on his shoulder with a smirk on his face. "Oh come on, don't tell me your feet are sore now. We just started dancing." His taunts came from a place of boredom as they struggled back to their feet. The weight of his blade knocking the wind out of them. As it could be known to do. It was not for show, it was the blade of an executioner. Made for crushing bone, and slicing through tissue.

As they struggled to their feet, through the door walked through what was probably their commanding officer. Or one of them. He pushed them out of the way. "Alright Dragon Slayer, it's time we killed your legend." He boasted. Manzo could only roll his eyes and laugh. This guy had the size, but he doubted he had any of the substance. Which prompted him to sheath his blade. "You want to dance twinkle toes, then let's dance!" He said as he threw his blade to the side and, and remove his coat. He wanted to go hand to hand.

The large pirate chuckled and brought out a large war hammer. He rushed Manzo, which was a foolish thing to do. The emerald sage jumped 18 feet clear into the air, raising his foot and striking down hard upon the head of the mountain of a man before him.
The symphony of teeth cracking and vertebra snapping in his neck. What a delicious sound it made. Which was a song he had not heard since his days as Alisa's fixer. Which was not a life he was eager to return to, but somethings he was just too good at.

The sight of seeing the man that was their superior laid out flat on his ass. It caused them start to back peddling away from him. Which didn't do much to please the Dragon Slayer. It only served to annoy him honestly. "I lay out your comrade and you run away. Spineless." He said with venom in his voice. This caused him to do one thing he didn't think he would do. Waste his mana on spineless cowards such as these. He slammed his hands together which prompted and emerald green magic circle under his feet to appear.

Vines sprouted forth from the ground, on the end of these vines was what appeared to be a dragons heads. They would spring forth from around him and hovered over the men he deemed to be cowards. Before lunging at them, beginning to rip them limb from limb. His plants were quite veracious eaters when it came down to it. After all, they were the extension of the dragon who taught him how to be one with the earth. How to get what you want from the earth, and defend it with all your heart and soul.

The plants would only react violently to those who were not pure of heart. Those who had no regard for creation. It was the true mark of a good person if they didn't attack them. Which how unlucky for them, that they had made the choices that they did. If only they had stayed on the right path. Which was to enjoy life, be kind to it, and be respectful of all that nature had given them. But alas, they were as dense as they were cruel. But nature has it's own way of dealing with them.

"Anyone else want to be fertilizer?" He said his eyes shifted from their emerald green to vermillion. Meaning he had decided now was the time to get serious. While he enjoyed letting loose before, now was time for him to get down to business. Protect the people, protect the city and those he cared for. Everything that where was a front to him, He would not stand for it. He retracted his vines, then sucking in air. Upon releasing his air, what came out was a below of magic that smashed through the structure. Allowing in the light of day. It was time to shed some light here.

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It would seem that the majority of the ruffians had been dealt with. It was time to deal with the hostages. The fact that such things occurred right under his own nose angered him to no degree. But with the festivities going on, it was easy for things like this to occur. From now on, he would have to keep himself level headed.

He walked over to where his things were, and collected them. It would seem as though the party was all but over except for a few stragglers. So now would be a good time to do so. He bent down and collected them. Putting his coat back on and his sword on his back. He surveyed the area for the staging point of the human transfers.

It would seem they were being held in a small room inside this portside warehouse. He could smell them, thanks to his dragon senses. But he also smelled something else. A surplus of gun powder in some of the barrels. Almost as if they were make shift bombs. So there was a bomb maker in their midst. He could exactly leave that person alive.

He would have to drop his search for the hostages and divert his attention for the moment. This was a far more urgent matter. This bomb maker could end up doing a lot more damage to the people of the town in the long run, not only that. He could supply the ammunition for a naval assault. That would spell disaster, as the Rune Knight Navy would be far too late to offer any aid.

"Charlotte, wrap it up. We've got bigger fish to fry." He yelled to his companion as he began to make a mad dash outside of the warehouse they were currently.

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This woman behaved like a petulant child. It was kind of off putting, but perhaps she was just a bit misunderstood. Or something of that nature. But he had little time to play arm chair psychologist. They had bigger fish to fry right now.

"We are looking for a bomb maker. I can sniff out the gun powder, but I can't exactly find them." He said in a tone of annoyance. While his dragon senses was were sharp, they weren't perfect. As he had not smelled this person before. Though he did have a bit of an idea.

He dashed towards the area where the smell of the gun powder was coming from. It was possible that if he could find the shipping container he might be able to pick up the scent. It was a long shot, but it was worth the try. He continually sniffed the air, until he came across the largest presence of gun powder.

Something came back to his mind in this moment. She said something about bending him over her knee? Well that was quite laughable. The day he allowed anyone to bend him over their knee would be a cold day in hell. He couldn't get that comment out of his head, even if this was a matter of life and death, that was pure insanity.

What kind of dominatrix, brat, whatever was his fighting partner. "Look here little girl, you lay a hand on my backside, and I'll do the same to that rump of yours." He said as he continued his search. Finally after a few moments of searching the area he found what he was looking for.

It was a large shipping crate, nothing to showy. But why would it be. It was full of essentially dynamite. He would put his nose to the crate and see if he could get a scent. Not only did he get the scent, it seemed as though he was still in this area. Like dangerously close to them. Then it dawned on him.

"That fucker is hiding in this shipping crate." He was a coward, but of course he was. He made bombs. There was no honor in combat when it came to explosives. None what so ever. So perhaps he would end up making good plant food for now.

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