The bar lay in ruins. Scattered across the floor and furniture lay bodies, some beaten to a bloody pulp, others drunkenly mumbling victory songs, slipping away in unconsciousness. No chair or table was still in one piece, the owner had long fled the battlefield and all the liquor had vanished from the shelves. Through the holes in the ceiling, one could see the sky which was starting to turn a shade between purple and burgundy.
Amidst all this, each in a corner of the establishment, two people were still sitting upright. Both completely serene and undisturbed, perhaps even a little amused, by the chaos around them.
One of them, a man with eyes like a predator, set his glass of wine down and got up from his chair, looking at the woman across the room. "I know an inevitable confrontation when I see one," he said, taking out a small dagger from his sleeve. "Don't worry, I'll make it quick." And while he said that, he felt two warm hands enwrapping his fingers, forcing him to drop the knife. When he looked, the hands were gone again.
The dark-haired, slender woman stoop up aswell, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Quick? I don't think you understand. Speed and power mean nothing to me."
The hawk-eyed man nodded his head in acknowledgment. He reached behind his back for his real sword. "I suppose Straw Hats are not to be underestimated. That's fine, I had some time to kill anyways."
intro by Mrs. Iceburg
