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Vash slept comfortably in the storage room. He quickly woke up once he hit his head on a table. "Dammit! Owie..." He quickly realized how loud he had been and covered his mouth. Finally... We're docked. Opening the door slightly to check if the coast was clear, he slipped out and wondered through the halls. "Gah. It reeks in here. Nasty..." He spoke quietly. He so did not want to draw unnecessary attention to himself. He saw a navy grunt heading his way and ducked into the shadows. Once he passed by, he grabbed from behind and chopped him in the throat. Total takeover time.

Vash ran past a couple of guards. "Weapon-Weapon Finger Slice." He smiled has his fingers turned into small knives. the soldiers pointed their guns, too late because he had already struck them in the gut. Wrenching his fingers out from them, he heard an alarm go off. Help? Hopefully. His stomach growled in hunger. "Aww not now! Crap..." He looked around, expecting to find some type of food source. He saw a small hatch labeled "exit" though. "Screw it. I'll get my food later!" running at the door, he jumped in the air. "Weapon-Weapon Mace kick!" Sending his leg behind him, his foot shifted into that of a iron mace and his leg a chain. He slammed it into the door; sending it shattering out. He ran out of the huge hole in the side to see another person and a bunch of guards.

Vash came to a screeching halt as he saw hundreds of soldiers coming at him. "Dammit!" his eyes widened in fear. He darted his head to and fro to find some type of escape but with his luck there wasn't. As they grew closer Vash dropped down into front-leaning rest position. Clapping his feet together he sighed. "Weapon Weapon Scythe Dance!" His feet merged to form a huge scythe has he spun around, break-dancing no doubt. Slicing up all soldiers in his way. How he hated bloodshed... But, there was no time for sympathy. He launched forward into the air, bringing some enemies with him. Slicing them up in a bloody aerial dance. He dropped back down on his feet with a sigh. "You guys just don't get it. Do you?"

"Who is that kid? Well, whoever he may be, he kicked some serious butt. Maybe he's a Devil Fruit user?" Interested on that fact; he ran full speed ahead after Nabu. "Hey you! Kid with the fluffy-ness! C'mere!" He yelled, right before hitting a stop sign. "Ouch~"

"Touche" He said, sliding of the pole and landing on his back. Jumping up onto his feet he walked over to the boy, keeping a foot of distance between themselves. Smiling he looked at him. "My name's Vash! Are you by any chance a Devil Fruit user?" He asked, scratching his head. His stomach growled even louder and he could hear sirens wailing all over the city like mad. Dang his luck!

"Woah. That's cool." He stated before he was asked why he cared. "Well, because-" without finishing, he pointed his index finger outwards leaving all behind it going down. His thumb stuck up has a metal hole opened up in his finger and a bullet shot right into a car. "See?" He asked with enthusiasm.