As Camie left the stadium, still terrified for her life, Mihawk calmly followed, his work having been done with little to no effort on his part. As he passed into the tunnel under the stands, he noticed Smoker shoot a quick, cold glance at him.
"What's your problem, Commodore?" Mihawk's cold demeanor did not fade.
"Nothing more than usual, Hawk-Eyes," Smoker sighed, exhaling a good degree of smoke from his nose. "I'm just here to watch what's about to unfold."
Intrigued by this notion, Mihawk slowly turned back to the stadium he had just left to see a pink-haired beauty calmly facing off against a man in a trenchcoat adored with the number '5.'
"I have nothing to do with Marines. What's about to happen is nothing personal." The man rolled his eyes, picking his nose.
"Well, then…" Hina ran her hand through her hair, flipping it. "Don't get upset with Hina when she sends you to Impel Down with the rest of the Baroque Works... Mr. 5."
"Hina-chan is so cute!!!" Fullbody cried from the sidelines, spinning around with a bouquet of roses. Jango immediately followed suit, his own rose petals falling about as he twirled.
"Tch..." Mr. 5 flicked the nose gold he had recently mined at the two, causing an explosion and knocking the two into the wall, out cold. Hina smiled.
"Can't say Hina condones you for hurting her men..." She flexed her arm. "However, Hina would not be able to fight you with her full strength if they were going to be so annoying."
Mr. 5 stuck his tongue out in friendly agreement. "Let's do this."
The two lunged at one another.