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*Michael tries to escapre Farind's grip but fails to do so.*

Michael: "No!"

*Michael twists his torso so that Renji slashes deeply into his side. Michael swings the Kraken sword upward at Kibo with his other hand.*

Michael: "I should have known better than to let my mind wander when battling you Mr. Botch!"

*Michael's shoulder is unprotected from the tip of his own sword. The blade slices through his shoulder. Michael stumbles backward and covers his bleeding shoulder. Michael runs up to Kibo and grbs the handle of the Kraken sword. keeping a tight grip on the sword he forms a duplicate in his hand. Michael slashes at Kibo in hopes of freeing the other blade.*

(Goin away... again. To pensylvannia this time. Ill be back Saturady, everybody.)

*The storm has now reached the battlefeild. Lightning splits the sky above as the sea becomes more fierce. Michael continues to slash at Kibo, while another scar appears on his face, his left arm begins to bleed.*

Michael: (thought) Fasinatating! The shear power from the battling is begining to drain my own power. I never imagined such a thing was possible! It is clear to me now Mr. Botch, if there is anyone who can split my soul from this book it is you!

*As Michael's blades connect with Kibo the sky above them becomes white with lite before darkening again. Michael jumps back and continues to attack.*

*Michael trys to jump out of the way but swings his sword in the way. The lightning splits in two around him burning his right arm. Michael slides back along the deck, sparks dancing around the blade.*

Michael: "Are you really bored, Mr. Botch? Well what do you say we take a little pause. Look around you, your allies are battling quite honorably. Shall i raise the bar a little?"

*Michael touches the carving of the Kraken on his sword. The sea shakes and a dark shadow glides below the water. It picks up speed, gliding towards the battling ships.*

Michael: "Now who should i send it after? Your friend Natasha perhaps?"

*Michael smirks once again and braces himself.*

*Michael flies backwards hitting the deck hard. Michael stands up and whipes the blood from his lip.*

Michael: (thought) It's true, with Jones out collecting debts all i have to call on are his little pets and not the true Kraken. I never expected Kibo would be able to call on acreature like this.

*Michael tightens his grip on his sword.*

Michael: "amuesing, very amuesing, Mr. Botch. Although, my ships and pets are not your only concern. Have you forgotten what I am really after?"

*Michael picks up a flair from the deck and lights it against the rail sending the small rocket into the air. A red light shines over the island. Michaels crew runs through the town carrying the chests with them. The three crewmen standing in front of the bar turn back to . *

Crewman: "Hurry aside bum, we got work to do!"

*Three chests are detonated sending smoke over the island. Small fires are put out by the punding rain.*

Michael: "I love a rainy night."

*Michael dashes forward again slashing at Kibo, The Kraken darts away from the larger one, its speed cut down from the hit. The shadow moves towards the Phantasm even if he cannot latch on to the ship he will try to sink it. The silvery leach, now in the form of a crewman, notices the rapidly approaching shodow and jumps onto the deck of the Concorde. With Savard dead, The creature forms a sword from its hand and climbs up the helm toward Natasha.*

*The creature notices this change and tingles as it senses her new power. The crewman jumps towards her.*

*Sevral Crewmen advance toward Scar one of them is two times the size of the toher crewmen, adorned in medieval armor and swinging a flail.*

Kibo blocks the slash, sending Michael flying over his head.

Kibo: Do you think I still give a damn about that godforsaken island?

He taps the first marking on his arm, and points to the island. Right in the center of the spit of land, a large explosion occurs, creating a mushroom cloud that destroys everything within 100 yards of the explosion.

Kibo: After I kill you, I'll be able to raise the citizens, rebuild the bars, and recultivate the land. You're nothing more than a nuisance to me.

He holds Renji out in front of him.

Kibo: Renji, extend!

Renji extends forward, towards Michael's heart.

Kibo didn't even feel the pain. He was too furious that his enemy hadn't picked up on his true motives yet.

Kibo: You honestly don't her it yet?! I don't care about the island! What I care about is you coming in...

He plunges Renji into Michael's shoulder.

Kibo: ...disgracing my name...

He twists the extended blade in it's wound.

Kibo: ...and stealing away the closest thing I've had to love since my wife left me and died!

He slashed Renji out of Michael's shoulder, leaving his arm hanging by a flap of skin. Kibo's mind was racing, recounting every detail since his arrival on the island. His first acquaintance, a mysterious kiss, a woman named captain of his second ship; all up to the rebellion of this woman. He desperately wanted to be mad at her, but he couldn't. Even though she took the position he gave her and threw it away, he still would guide her sword in cutting his own throat. He didn't know why, and he hated himself for not being as shallow as the pirates around him. Maybe if he ruthlessly slaughtered this opponent, maybe if he destroyed an entire island, maybe then he'd find his inner savage, and become what he envisioned as a true pirate. For all the rankings in the world couldn't cover up the shred of decency Kibo had left in him, and it was this shred that shamed him.