Oran crawled down to the lower deck. Struggling to breathe he activated his tattoo spreading it down his arms.

'Oh Har.' Oran said placing his hands on his chest and face. Oran let out a cry as the agonizing crackling sound of his nose returned to normal shot out. This was followed by the sound of his ribs snapping back together.

The tattoo on Gordan's balled head activated creating a spiral as his muscles tensed up and his eyes dilated. His breathing deepened. Gordan slashed at Hilo but missed when he jumped.

The sword crashed into the door. Landing on the sword Hilo spun kicked. Letting go of his sword Gordan stepped back only to be kneed in the face drawing blood. Gordan began panting as a whipped the blood from his nose. Looking at the blood his hand began shaking.

When his eyes met with a smirking Hilo his tattoo grew down the sides of his face. In an instant, he had Hilo by the head. Bashed it into the ground before tossing through some pirates towards the mainmast. Grabbing his sword Gordan dashed at Hilo slashing downward.

Sidestepping Hilo followed up with a high kick to the side of the face. A shivering snap came from Gordan's neck. Flipping backward Hilo dashed back at Gordan with a slash. Gordan kicked the mast pushing himself back. Hilo striking the floor flipped forward avoiding Gordan's stab.

Gordan's eyes whitened as his tattoo covered his whole face. After letting out a deafening scream he began slashing randomly at Hilo. The blade's air pressure alone carved giant slashes on the ship's floor. Dodging the attacks Hilo kept on landing kicks to the side of his face but Gordan wasn't fazed. Tanking the kicks his attacks just got faster.

'How ironic.' The masked man said as he leaned on the pirate ship's railing.

On the lower deck, one of the doors opened and a woman with a bottle in her hand stumbled down the hall. Oran's face eyes widened as his heart began racing. The suffocating stench of alcohol clogged his nose.

'Huh? The brat. You the one who's been making this racket? I thought we agreed you'd be a good boy.' she said kneeling over him. Her cold green eyes stared through him.

Sweat trickled down Oran's face as he shook his head and pointed at the door. The woman stood up downed one more gulp before walking out into the main deck.