The hooded figures walk together through the harbor, chatting with each other as they move.

One of them says while looking at a ship on the harbor.

- That ship should do.

Another one calmly says.

-It's a galleon.

The first one questions back

-And?

The second one answer back

-It's too big for the four of us to sail in, as well as being heavily armed and usually carrying precious cargo.

The first one casually says.

-Then let's have the crew take us there, they should be able to drive this thing.

The second one ponders.

-I believe that driving is not the correct term.

A third hooded figure, who remained silent till now, barges into the conversation.

-Stop being childish and choose another one.

The first one answers her.

-No, you want to cross the sea paddling?

The last of the figures shyly says.

-Why don't we rent a ship or…

The first one decides to ignore the rest as he just goes ahead towards the galleon.

The second one reacts by saying.

-Great, what's he going to do now?

The third one complements by saying.

-Causing trouble, as usual, this brat.

He approaches one of the people who was carrying cargo onto the ship.

The first one questions the man.

-Hey, where is this going?

Loader

-To a colony on a small island.

The first one

-Huh, what a coincidence, is it the one with the angels? That's where I want to go.

Loader

-Yes, we're going to that nowhere island, now leave me alone.

The hooded guy begins to climb onto the ship by the plank they were using to carry the loads inside.

Loader

-Hey! What do you think you are doing?!

The hooded guy answers very naturally, in a matter-of-fact way.

-This ship goes where I want to go, so I'm entering.

The loader holds him by the arm.

The hooded guy just says.

-Let me go.

The loader then starts to yell for the attention of the others.

The rest of the cloaked figures run towards him.

The third one starts to… try to curse.

-Damn you! Damn you bratty freaking brat.

The fourth one just stares at her.

The second one tries his best to ignore her and says.

-He's going to die…

The fourth one exclaim exasperated

-We just had to buy our way in!

The hooded guy tries to escape the loader's grip by struggling a little, but his efforts only manage to make his hood fall back, revealing the face of a young man, who wore a crimson red headband complemented by his flashy hair, that stood up in an insane way. This crazy-looking guy was making a very angry face, which didn’t intimidate anyone.

Young guy

-Let me go!

Loader

-Get off the ship! Now!

Young guy

-Congratulations, I was already having a horrible day, I just wanted to get on this ship and go to the island, then you come and do this...

The young guy stretched his arm towards the porter, in his hand, he wore a gauntlet with a jewel that shone slightly.

Young guy

-Now I have to beat you into a bloody pulp.

The second one yells to the guy.

-Stop Deville!

Suddenly, the gauntlet emitted a strong blinding light that covered all of the ship and a good part of the harbor.

Upon seeing the sudden light, the loader just started to desperately scream.

-AAAAHHHH!

Immediately after his scream, the light dissipates, leaving everything intact.

Loader

-Huh? I’m alive?

And those were the man’s last words, because Deville quickly landed a right punch in the face of the loader which disoriented him, then he followed with a left punch in the pit of the loader's stomach, and finished him with a kick, knocking him off the ship.

After that sudden burst of movement, Deville just calmly walked into the ship while whistling.

The ship's crew started to crowd the deck, summoned by the confusion and the strong light, among them were uniformed soldiers of the forces the angels knew as the “inferiors”.

Deville just looks at them and smiles as he cracks his fingers.

The rest of the hooded figures decide to just give up, they all sit and watch the beautiful line where the sea and the sky meet while screams of pain echo through the harbor as Deville beats the crap out of everyone there.