Ship Get! [Mission]

The plan was, at its core, very simple. Act as bait, let the girl commandeer the ship and then get aboard it. Shura liked that it was simple. Perhaps, had she been any other person, she might have complained that she got the difficult task. But then, as Shura looked towards the Marines standing on guard, she couldn't help but think to herself how much she wanted to tear them apart personally.

"I'll be five minutes," she remarked confidently, smirking a little as she began to rise to her full height. Standing upright, the bandaged woman began to stride forwards without any hint of a care. Stepping onto the docks, the tall woman made her way across. Some people began to watch her, some caught off guard by her height whilst others watched in curiosity, wondering what she was doing.

If Shura was going to drag attention away from the caravel, she decided to walk further up the docks, away from where the caravel rested. As she walked she managed to spot a pair of Marines standing on guard. Both of the Marines had been conversing, but as they noticed Shura approaching, the two began to look between one another and wonder what it was Shura wanted with them. But Shura simply continued to smirk as they watched her.

"Excuse me miss, is there something you-"

The Marine didn't get to finish his sentence as Shura's fist smashed into his jaw, knocking the man over flat onto his back. His partner let out a surprised yelp, catching the attention of just about everyone on the docks. Before he could even recover and try to avenge his partner, Shura turned towards him and decked him in the face with another punch, taking him down with overwhelming strength. All around her turned into a panicked excitement as all eyes were now locked upon the part-giant woman. Marines from further up the docks were now running in, ready to try and take down Shura. The part-giant woman welcomed it with a smile.

"More the merrier, gents!" she declared with a grin. I'm just one person, or is this all the Marines can do?"

Shura had almost forgotten how fun fighting could be. Surrounded by opponents, Shura found herself punching and kicking and knocking people backwards with her overwhelming strength - a trait owed at least partly to her lineage. Every time a Marine drew too close, she would strike him and knock him backwards into his allies before moving on to the next one.

Having said that, they certainly didn't stop. Ones that got knocked down stayed back to recover for a moment as their allies fought in their place. It was like a sort of massive tag team, swapping out Marines every time Shura took them down. But Shura didn't care. She'd seen the Marines enough times in her life that this was practically a routine. As a Marine swung a sword at Shura, she grabbed him by the wrist, stopping the swing before throwing him around like a club and knocking down another row of Marines.

Another Marine approached, raising his sword overhead, but Shura simply kicked him in the stomach, knocking him back.Two more moved in to replace him, but Shura simply stepped back to avoid their wide swings. In the midst of their recovery, Shura struck both down with a rabbit punch to the back of each of their heads.

She wasn't sure what Yumi was doing right now, but frankly, Shura felt like she could keep up the fight for days. Chuckling, Shura grinned from ear to ear and raised her fists. This was getting fun.

Another punch. Another down. Another enemy. Another dodge. It was rhythmic, like a sort of choreographed dance. Obviously there was little dance-like about Shura's means of fighting, but as she punched and kicked and pulverized her opponents there was a sort of pattern to it all. Cackling like a mad woman as she took down the Marines all around her, she delivered another jawbreaking hook to another unfortunate opponent.

"Is this all you can do? I could do this in my sleep!" she called out as she grabbed another man by his collar and swung him around into his allies. For a moment she seemed untouchable. Then, as she turned Shura just barely avoided the worst of a sharp edge. Feeling the blade nick her side, she glanced in the direction of the Marine responsible and smacked him across the face with the back of her hand.

Another blade cut into her thigh just as she pivoted. Twisting around Shura quickly kicked the woman in the stomach, knocking her away like the others. A large man took the opportunity to bring his fists together and slam them down upon Shura's head from behinds, forcing her to double over, but mere moments later Shura snapped back up, slamming the back of her head into the man's nose before driving her elbow backwards, knocking the wind out of him.

Shura's grin only seemed to grow as she found the Marines becoming more of a challenge. It wasn't that she'd gotten weaker, she knew - they were now keenly aware of the power gap and were now sending their best. But she didn't care - if anything, she dared them to send more. Even as she got small cuts and bruises she continued hurling punches and kicks at anything and everything around her. It was only when bullets started ripping through the Marines around her that Shura took a moment to stop, glancing out of the corner of her eye in Yumi's direction.

"Already?" Shura wondered aloud, almost disappointed she couldn't continue tearing apart Marines with her bare hands. Regardless, she knew that getting a ship was more important. Shura was ready to move towards Yumi, but it appeared that the Marines were ready to cut her off. Two large men both stepped in front of her, moving to attack. One threw a punch that Shura was able to catch easily, but as she punched him back, the other slammed his fist into her stomach. Shura stumbled back, raising her guard as he attempted to push the attack while his partner recovered. Despite the challenge, she couldn't help but smirk in amusement.

"Well, seems there's a couple of tough bastards after all..." she thought to herself.

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As the part-giant continued to fight her way though the Marines, a second squadron of Marines had begun to approach the ship that the shorter woman had commandeered. As the group neared the caravel, they looked up towards the ship and held their guns and swords at the ready.

"Here's where the gunshots came from! There must be an accomplice on board!"

It seemed whatever cover was being provided by the red-head was now gone. Anyone else might have been annoyed with this, but in the midst of battle Shura didn't care. She'd never really relied on others to cover her back anyway. A couple of Marines - no matter how tough they were - was not a problem for her. She'd take them all down and she'd do it all by herself.

Curling her hand into a fist, she punched out another large man, sending him falling over backwards. He hit the ground hard, but Shura didn't pay him any mind - she was far more focused on the man who took the opportunity to smack her in the back. After stumbling forwards for a second, she quickly brought her elbow back and knocked the wind out of him as she struck him in the chest. Before he could recover, she smacked him down with the back of her hand, her expression a mix of enthusiasm and anger.

She loathed the Marines, but wielding so much power over them was so exhilarating. Maybe it was just the adrenaline rush, but the tall woman found herself eager to pound in the face of just about every Marine who dared to approach her. Even as they got in the occasional cheap shot while their ally was knocked down, Shura simply powered through it and took them down without remorse. Twisting around, Shura slammed her fist into another Marine before looking back towards the ship Yumi had gotten. It appeared that a few Marines had gotten up, but every one of them had been taken down.

It was a shame, she realized, but it looked like the fun of taking down Marines would have to end. The ship came first, after all. Pushing and shoving other men and women to the ground, Shura bolted towards the ship, intending to catch up with Yumi. Apparently the red-head was more than just a good-for-nothing, though time would tell if Shura considered her worth keeping around or not.

But in the meantime, it looked like they weren't out of the woods just yet. As Shura approached the ship, she could see another squad of Marines coming after them. Despite the apparent setback, Shura smirked - they wouldn't stand a chance of stopping her.

"Don't get used to giving me orders like that!" Shura remarked as she strode towards the vessel. The way the red-head behaved irritated her somewhat - the fact she threw out orders like she was the one in command got under Shura's nerves somewhat. She planned on making it clear that she wasn't a servant or subordinate once they'd gotten away with the ship.

Speaking of which, the part-giant bolted down the docks towards the ship. Making her way to the gangplank she began to race up it, heading up onto the deck. While not the fastest person around, Shura's large stride was a boon as she covered the distance quickly. It didn't take long for the tall woman to reach the deck and kick off the gangplank. The young woman immediately turned towards the main mast. Now for the difficult work.

Commandeering a ship with two people wasn't exactly easy - especially not one the size of this ship. Regardless, Shura knew for a fact that her inherited strength would more than come in handy as her hand grasped firmly onto one of the ropes attached to the mast. Grasping with her second hand, she began to pull with an incredible might. At first, nothing seemed to happen. After a moment, however, things began to become clear.

Ordinarily one would expect raising a sail to require taking a group of grown people working together. It certainly wasn't easy raising a sail, after all. However, despite the sheer weight on the end of the rope, the part-giant proved that even a little giant blood made you a monster in terms of physical strength as little by little the sail began to lift up, rising up higher and higher. As the tall woman pulled, she spared just a moment to glance back out of the corner of her eye at the red-head she'd teamed up with.

"Shoot every bastard who gets close!" she ordered her. She couldn't exactly defend herself and raise the sail at the same time. If the red-head messed up, she was going to kill her - assuming the Marines didn't do it first.

Shura ignored whatever it was that Yumi was doing. As far as the part-giant was concerned, so long as she wasn't shot in the back while taking care of the heavy lifting, she didn't care what the red-head was up to. Continuing to struggle and pull the sail up, it slowly lifted inch by inch. She was constantly pulling the rope behind her, moving her hands and pulling harder again. Every yank of the rope brought the sail up slowly.

But Shura's pulling finally came to an end as the sail finally reached full height. Keeping a firm grip on the rope, Shura began to loop the rope around a metal bar at the bottom of the mast and began to tie a knot. After a few tense moments of keeping the rope taut, Shura eventually managed to pull the rope, fixing a strong, firm knot. Releasing the rope, she watched as it became taut. Despite the pull of the sail, the knot remained firm. The part-giant smirked.

"There - Your sail's up," she spoke aloud to the red-head as she began to turn around. She watched as the Marine ship in the far distance began to slow down - a result of it's own sail being torn apart. She chuckled, bemused. She didn't particularly like the red-head, but any insult to the Marines was enough to bring a smirk to her face. "Now come on! I don't plan on sitting around here all day - let's get moving!"

As fun as it would be to tear apart Marine after Marine again, Shura didn't plan on sticking around to deal with their ships. She'd already gotten what she wanted out of her little deal with the red-head - Now all she needed to do was get to the Grand Line. She was going to become the worst pirate the World Government had ever seen.