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The pirate scowled, "We are pirates, we take what we wan't and won't stop until we are dead. This land is rich with all things necessary to survive, so of course we rob it."

"Of course," he muttered, glancing around and finally back at the pirate in question, wondering whether or not he should kill him and get it over with.

Zofella stops at a large apartment building and kicks down the door. She walks inside the apartment building and drags Isamu up the stairs. She opens the fourth room to the left there is a small room with two beds and a bathroom small kitchen Zofella throws Isamu to the floor. She heads to the bathroom to shower. 30 minutes later Zofella on wearing a blue dress with white ribbons and Zofella is holding a bucket of water. Wake up and get up! Zofella kicks the bed do hard it almost flips over and splashes water on Isamu.

As Nick was talking to the pirate another came up behind him and swung a large sword, aiming for his neck.

Isamu let out a shrill scream and fell off the side side of the bed. He hit the floor with a heavy thunk and writhed in pain. The pain from his broken arm coursed through his body. His eyes widened as droplets of water rolled down his face. Then he remembered.... drip... drip... drip... drip... He let out a loud scream and banged his head against the wall.

Nick whirled as his instincts went haywire, just barely parrying the blow and still getting a thin cut on his neck for the trouble. He shifted back into a defensive position, his dark green gaze flicking between the two pirates. His katana was thinner and seemed more delicate than the big lunky pirate sword, although it was anything but fragile and was just as long.
It was just more elegant and graceful, that was all.

Zofella stares at Isamu with a blank expression. If you don't stop acting like a idiot I'l splash you with hot water.. Zofella lifts up the half empty bucket of water she splashed on Isamu and gives a dirty look.

The purate grinned and jumped at Nick. He swung his word toward the left, then upward, and last downard, aiming for Nick's shoulder.

When Iamu lifted his head he was glaring at Zofella. Suddenly his hair turned black again and all of his demonic features came back. Isamu stared at her with his steely crimson gaze. Feathers began emerging from the back of his neck.

Nick parried the blows again, wincing as he felt his shoulder get scraped. Time to launch an offense of his own.
He was smaller and thinner than the pirate so that helped a bit in terms of speed. He lunged in, whirling his blade in front of him, first right, then left, then right again, up and down, side to side, jumping in and out like a grasshopper while his sword sang and sliced through the air. He would never win a battle of brute force, so he went with speed instead.

Zofella stares at Isamu with a blank expression not caring about the black hair and wings. If your going to fight me don't expect to win Zofella pulls out knife and gets on fighting position.

The pirate held his sword up in a densive position. He was about to attack when the sound of hooves could be heard a short distance away. The soldiers! The pirate sheathed his sword and hurried back to the dingy boat, leaving the other pirate behind to fend for himself. Pirates could be seen running from every direction, heading to the dingy boats and rowing back to their ship.

Lark rode up to Nick, "Nick. Are you all right? Where's Isamu?"

Isamu hissed at her, his fingers and toes turning into claws and scale-like feet. He stood and lunged for the window, crashing through it. Blood spleattered everywhere as he did so. Isamu flew every which way, trying to regain his flight, but his wings were badly torn, eventually, he made it to a tree branch. He sat on the branch with his forehead against the trunk of the tree as blood dripped to the ground below.

It didn't take long for Zofella to find out where Isamu was. Blood dripped from the tree branch and fell on Zofella's face she wiped or off on a old filthy piece of cloth. She climbed up the tree and crouched down and started to stare at Isamu with her knife on her right hand. You better pay for the broken window or I'll cut your arm off Zofella smiles.

"Fine, I'm fine- I left him at the castle. He's not there?" Nick flicked his sword to get the blood off, his eyes widening. "Crap!"

Lark shook his head, "Thee was blood in your room and the window was broken. Can you help us find him?"

Isamu lifted his head and glared at her, then let out loud noise, similar to that of a screaming angry bird. He stood and jumped out of the tree, landing another.

Zofella follows Isamu keeping up with his speed. The more you squawk and run the more I like you Zofella laughs happily. My name if Zofella Blackdust what's your name? Zofella hops tree to tree annoying Isuma with questions.

"On it," he replied, temporarily sheathing his sword and heading back to his room to follow Isamu's tracks. He was a fairly skilled tracker, it had just been a while since he had had a need to use them.

Isamu swayed slightly while in the tree, he was losing blood at a rather dangerous rate. He stared at Zofella and clacked his beak. Isamu then began to quickly scale up the tree using his legs and good arm. Once at the too he hopped over to another and climbed halway down it.

Lark kicked his horse's side and trotted off toward she forest. Something eeire was the air and it was making him inredibly uncomfortable. Some of the soldiers went with Lark while the rest of them split off into groups.

Nick climbed out the window and onto the rooftops, tracking Isamu's movements as he slid down a pipe to get to the place where he landed.
"What're you doin', man?" he murmured quietly, noticing another pair of tracks and following them to the apartment.

Zofella still following Isamu hops up and down smiling and shouti ng mister if you d on't stop running away you'll die! If you do die can I have your broken wings? Zofella jumps to tree to tree laughing.

Isamu whirled around. He swung his good arm, releasing several sharp icicles that he had formed from the special veins in his body. Isamu had the ability to create ice from extra veins that he had in his arms and legs. These veins were placed in his body when he was experimented on many years ago.