137 First blood.

"And stay down!" The marine Vice admiral snarled out inhumanely as he rammed his foe's head into the ground. A deep gash ran alongside his neck, any higher chances are that he would have been killed. Luckily for him however, he had managed to dodge the curved dagger that his opponent was tooting.

Terrick snorted on the ground, his arms twisted in an absurd angle as fresh blood flowed freely from his broken nose.

In a fair fight, chances are that Terrick would come out as the weakest of the crew. His forte was assassinations, sneaking and espionage. No scenario drove that in harder than the situation he found himself in currently.

Slowly Borsolino smiled, a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he hooked the fallen man's chin up. Blazing eyes rife with rebelliousness met the wickedly jaded ones hidden behind scratched shades.

"Tell me, where am I ?" the Vice Admiral cooed, a sickly sweet voice from his otherwise lackadaisical visage.

Terrick stared at his foe, disbelief coloring his face. He knew what the man's uniform signified. It made no sense for him to answer a marine for anything, especially now when he clearly decided to throw his all into the bandwagon that was piracy.

"Fuck you…" he rasped out, his teeth hurting as the vile taste of blood and wet mud intermingled in his mouth.

"Oh~? Feisty I see." the sadistic man quipped before he drove his boots into Terrick's Adam's apple. With a monotone voice he repeated his question, slowly removing his foot from the choking man's throat.

"Terrick gurgled mutely, it took all his energy to even collect a wad of blood in his mouth.

With a determined glare he spat it out, the blob sailed through the air, a mixture of blood; mucus and saliva.

"No no no! None of that~~" The vice admiral called out as he lazily moved his head to avoid the non lethal projectile.

"If you're going to be that way, there's going to be punishment in store~"

With careful and practiced motions the towering man stepped on Terrick's broken elbow. He smirked devilishly as he saw his captive try to muffle the scream that no doubt brewed in his wounded throat.

Then Borsolino twisted his foot ramming it with a satisfying thud into Terrick's skull.

"Oh, we can't have you fainting on me now can we?" he asked himself as he sent a fast laser bolt into Terrick's exposed back. Immediately the fainted assassin woke up, hissing as he felt the burning skin wail.

"Now, will you tell me where I am?"

Without giving Terrick time to reply the sadist walked around.

"Come on, you're making this harder than you have to.. It's not like where we are is much of a secret, I haven't even asked you the really juicy bits yet!" He whined a childish pout on his face.

"Fine. Be that way." Borsolino said, losing interest in his downed opponent. With a swish of his hands a sword of pure light appeared in his hands. Then with a nonchalant wave it headed towards Terrick's head.

At that moment however, Borsolino could not help but start. The Observation Haki that had helped him deal with Terrick had made itself known again.

He twisted around quickly, his long spindly arms stretched out as he brought the sword down in a brandish.

His eyes widened slightly as he felt his sword harmlessly bisect a rock that had been thrown at him.

Instantly he twisted around, going down on his knees almost by muscle memory. His Haki called to him just as his body moved, as he felt a swish breeze against his glasses.

A pudgy fist floored towards his face, coated with Haki no less.

Borsolino growled as he brought his sword up to impale whoever it was that had attacked him, his eyes barely registering the figure of a fat child as he felt a tug on his hands.

Instantly Borsolino knew, that he would have to tank the fist that headed torpedo like towards his face.

With a sickening crunch the Vice Admiral yowled as he rammed into the ground the force of the punch rattling his knees. His glasses cracked as they fell off his face, crashing against the floor.

Small bits of sharp glass poked at his closed eyes as they stung. His eyes had closed on their own as a response to the punch that had socked his nose, and a good thing too for otherwise he might have been blinded.

With a growl the man rose to his feet again, blinking through the blood he looked across from him, to see a piece of cloth that once belonged to his sleeve. A single tooth shot through it with blood soaking its ends.

Terrick had bitten onto his hand in an attempt to allow for Sorren to land the blow. And he had succeeded, for though the Vice Admiral walked forward a limp now existed in his gait. The man had been temporarily incapacitated. The deep gash on his chest and the assault on his nose that caused for his eyes to sting and sting at the small pieces of glass that had buried their way into his eyelids.

"BRATSSS!" the enraged Vice Admiral roared as he followed after them, first his form was wobbly, only managing to beam a few feet in front of him, but as he huffed after them he shot forward faster, his form slowly improving as he got used to the injuries that littered his body.

Now, in front of him, he could see the wide back of the child that had punched him. A figure was held in his arms as he zoomed forward, half of his body lay vaulted over Sorren's shoulder while his feet sat on his upheld arms.