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Lost in his own self indulgence the blonde of the hour had been roaming this wreck of a kingdom for a while now, eyes taking it all in. Was this what piracy really was about? Destroying peoples homes? Outright murdering helpless folk for the sake of. . what? Self justification?! Was this man, Dekura, so low down that he didn't care for the lives he ruined?! Don't get me wrong, Johnny was surely no saint. His own bounty spoke for itself and yet, that didn't account for all these terrible things. He'd never unjustly killed someone and never made an entire Kingdom turn to rubble. If he continued down the path of piracy, was this what he'd become? ". . . ." His clothes were different now - to blend in, he ditched his usual gaudy get up and wore a very average pair of trousers, some wooden sandals and a t shirt. Golden tresses were down, no longer kept up by his hat and his glasses were gone, showing his amber hues. Still, both his blades lay at his side, just in case some pirate tried to attack or he had to save someone yet again - either way. The current state of affairs made him shake his head, and coming around a bend, eyes would meet with none other than the Red Head from Lyneel.

Little bird, you've flown far away from home.

Johnny made no sudden movements as he looked directly at Luka. Stricken with confusion, guilt, and other disgust for his brand of piracy, he'd turn a head against it all. Let him go, is what he wished. He didn't want to deal with the reality of his actions right now. Simply let him walk away and act like she'd never seen him before. Attempting just that, the blonde said not a single world to her - beginning to move further away with a hand to his side, just in case. As much as he preferred not too, combat was surely inevitable. Fate wouldn't let the call to arms go unheard.

You don't poke at a beast when it's backed into a corner, no matter how big or small it is. That was what Luka was currently doing to the wandering swordsmen. His intention hadn't been to harm anyone. To cause death or unwanted destruction, so why was she there making him out to be the bad guy. Each word pressed against his ears like claws to a blackboard. Screeching and tearing time and time again. She believed everything she did was so just, right? That the marines were the law so they had to protect the weak? To assume he was evil because he stole was so naive of her! She sounded so tough behind her brand of justification - so much so that it pissed him off! Turning on his heel, a hand went out to swipe the air, showing Johnny's clear anger. "Shut up! You don't understand s**t!" His usual cool and calm nature had been shaken - his tact for combat was one thing, but destruction and death was never what he favored. Now facing her, a single free hand went to his hip where two blades lie, letting out a huff of frustration before smiling. Fine, if it meant making himself feel better he'd oblige in her ways.

To lie just meant covering the truth, but when the truth was too much for someone to handle this was the only solution.

"You want a pirate to blame for this s**t? Then go ahead and blame me. We pirates are all the same right?" Instead of drawing Echizen from its sheath, his choice for this was instead Maryo, his newer blade. Seethed in blood and sporting a serrated edge, it lusted to kill. To massacre and with Johnny's current mood he was happy to oblige. "You think just because you have a badge and wear white, you have the right to judge any of our kind? Just because you people think you're doing the right thing? You know how many marines have killed the innocent?! You know how many times people have called out for help and there wasn't a single marine to be found?! You all aren't any different than us pirates! You just hide behind your bullshit self justice!" Now he was ready. Poised to strike at any moment, he wouldn't be the only one riled up here. "C'mon then Little Bird, stop me from getting away. But just like our last battle, you'll be left in a pool of your own blood." That was uncharacteristic of Johnny to speak in such a manner, but the sword was taking its toll and with his spirit wavering even he couldn't ignore it.

The want to kill.

She had the right? What type of bullshit was that?! Never would he bend to the words of some high strung, tight shirt marine who didn't know her a** from her mouth. Her belief were so pure and just - so naive. The world was more than her precious little base with her fellow do gooders running around in it, but she apparently didn't understand that. Her foolishness only made him sick at this point. "You're just a little girl trying to make up for the marines and their lacking ability. If you all were as good and right as you say, then what has happened here?! Shouldn't piracy be snuffed out by the drop of your almighty sword?!" Maryo was slowly drawn from its sheath, an closing as the other stared with intensity. A stare strong enough to kill if she laid in it too long. It was time, here and now, that this Little Bird would be released from her idiotic cage! Don't blink, he didn't want her to miss it!

Or rather, he'd hoped she didn't until it happened!

A massive explosion took to the center of Torino and with it blowing everything and everyone away! Johnny had no idea what had been going on, but before he could respond the blast took him flying off into the distance. Where he'd be found now, was unknown.