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Left. Right. Front. Back. Somehow they had managed to not just surround him but also separate him from the rest of his crew. At first he was chasing his foes across the battlefield, attacking everyone in range with giant scrap metal fists and a menacing grin on his painted lips. A second later something had hit him from behind and not another second later his control over the metal slipped through his fingers. With a loud scattering noise every single piece of scrap metal dropped to the ground, leaving him defenseless and vulnerable.
Amber eyes sized up the enemies as his fingers felt for the wound on the back of his neck. They drew closer while he pressed painted nails along the wound, trying to squeeze the piece of sea stone out of it. The longer it would stay there, the weaker he would get.
Excruciating pain bloomed in his shoulder all of a sudden as someone stabbed him with a blade. He let go of his neck to swing at the attacker only to get stabbed a second and a third time. Rage boiled up within him, his coat getting soaked with his blood, almost invisible as burgundy feathers turned into a darker shade while he knocked out the foes close to him with precise blows. Still too many. He dropped down onto one knee, barely able to focus anymore with the sea stone draining his powers rapidly. The blood loss was nearly too much to ignore any further. He could feel the metal tip scratch over his shoulder blades and spine, muscles tearing with each of his movements.
(I will not fucking die here. I refuse to fucking die!)
His consciousness was close to fading away into sweet numbness when he heard a familiar sound followed by cries in pain. Killer's punishers mowed through the ranks of the enemies like a knife through butter.
"Kid!"
"Kid!"
Someone shook his shoulder, Killer's striped mask came into his poor vision.
"Sea stone. Neck."
He couldn't say more but instantly he felt Killer's fingers digging in the wound, more pain exploding within him but his first mate pulled out a sea stone bullet shortly after. The blonde man turned around to face more men drawing closer again, shielding his captain and trying to keep them at distance at the same time.
"Don't die on me Kid!"
He huffed, but with the sea stone gone, he felt his strength slowly returning to him.
"It takes more... than this... to beat... Eustass… 'Captain' Kid."
