Shoulda Shut My Mouth [Episode]

Little Mo followed them due to seeing a familiar face and their collective actions. A memory of the past making its way to the forefront of his mind. The Marines, in his eyes, were nothing more than Pirates. They just flew the flag of the World Government. However, that isn't saying he had a problem with that or them. They had a purpose in this world just as the Pirates and Underworld did. But, they did not have a reason to be in this town. It was mainly polluted by Fishman, who had come together to try and better their lives. Overall, they were all the meekest of the meek. And the used and abused from the Brothel north of this little town. 'Are they looking for someone?' 

He wanted to make sure they weren't hear to harm these good people. After his talks with the Prince, Little Mo has more compassion for the less fortunate members of his race. He was no savior, or guardian, of this town. Just a visitor doing what he could to help out while he stayed here. 'Help' in ways that he felt would be best. So, today he felt watching and making sure no harm came to the innocent would be his form of help. He didn't make his stalking obvious. He kept a sizable distance between him and the group of fifth-teen. Their rifles were menacing. Many Fishman out would head inside upon seeing them. Little Mo would stop, once they began to mobilize around a Tavern. It was known by everyone in this town it didn't open up on the weekdays. And to outsides the crudely made sign that said 'Closed' should be enough to get the point across that there will be no business. Nonetheless they stayed outside of it. Little Mo's eyes would wander to the broken window. Which could've come from anything. Minks come to this town and trash things all the time. However, it wasn't until the familiar face began to speak that Little Mo understood the situation. They were after someone, but they were going the wrong way about it. He couldn't stand for that. Nor would he. So, he would help the one they were after. Mainly due to their race. 

He stood at the edge of the alley directly across the street from the Tavern. The Marines had lined up in front of the Tavern, some making their way to the back. The guy talking was someone Little Mo wanted to avoid, so he would slink back into the alley. He was going to go around and make his way to the back like the Marines did. But, to not draw attention to himself he'd run at full sprint. He could be running for any reason so he hoped that wouldn't draw attention to himself. Unless stopped he'd make it to the back of one of the buildings that were lined up with the Tavern. He saw the Marines beginning to motion toward the back of the door, but soon flames would erupt from the back. 'Fire bad.' 

The fireball probably didn't kill anyone; but if the clothing set alight wasn't put out they'd more than likely succumb to them. None of the Marines untouched could even get close to the back door, and Little Mo didn't plan on it. So, he'd begin to make his way up the building to the right. It wasn't hard for someone with his strength and skillset to climb the wood. But he needed to be quick. Flames as viscous as that would not stop at just one building. So once he leaped across, and onto the burning building he'd strike the roof. It was a one story building, so he'd just need to break this one part. Unless stop the hole in the roof would have a sizable hole in it. He didn't waste anytime jumping down and inside, he kept low. One reason was to no allow too much smoke to get into his lung. And also another reason was for if they started firing into the place. "M-...Mel...Mel?" 

He couldn't speak that good and it would take him time to learn how to pronounce the name the Marine said.

    In response to asking about his ninja garbs, she was half correct. He would've said 'yes' as he wasn't shocked from the embrace he had gotten. Not because it came while they were still in the burning building, but because he caught her scent. Little Mo tries to avoid contact like this, especially with the type of Island they were on. And the kiss on the forehead almost threw him over the top. Despite his umber skin turning into a bright pink, he kept his composure. He watched her use the entrance he made as a exit, and would follow suit. Not in the same manor however. He would jump back a few inches and then sprint forward toward the bar. He was agile and strong with a decent a vertical, but he wanted to make sure he got back out. He'd jump onto it and use the momentum had to spring back up. The flames hadn't reach the ceiling yet. But the walls by the front and back entrance were engulfed and would allow for the entire place to become a a oven.

    It wasn't a clean escape, but he got out. Grabbing a stray board and pulling himself topside to where Mel was. But, even with them on top of this building they weren't out of danger. They needed to get off of this burning building before the flames hit their feet. So pointing to the east. He followed that up by leaping across the gap between the two buildings. Landing on the one he used to get onto the burning one. They wouldn't be able to do this to get out this town. This place wasn't that populated with buildings. But the three buildings toward the direction Little Mo had pointed would be enough to put some distance between them and the Marines.

    However, when Little Mo had did his first jump he was spotted by a Marine that was in the back of the burning building. Unaware of this Little Mo did not stop leaping across the buildings. Hopefully Mel would trust him and follow him across them till they got to the last one. If so he'd jump down to the ground and wait for her to join him, hands outstretched to catch her if she wanted. The best way to escape is going to the port, as there wasn't a forest surrounding this town that could hide their tracks. So regardless if she let him catch her or if she jumped down on her own he'd speak. "Port. Th...Ship." 

    The smoke already making a escape through the makeshift entrance. Once those flames had gotten to the bar they would probably be a explosion, one that could set alight the buildings close. Little Mo felt bad knowing this would happen. As this place didn't deserve such a random tragedy to their infrastructure. 

Arabella wasn't a name he thought he'd hear again. It caught him off guard, almost as much as how much Melissa weighed. He caught the Mermaid, and was prepare to lead her away. However, that wasn't the goal she had. She wanted to speak with the loud mouth, alone. They already were in the open, closer to the front of the buildings. And due to carelessness and slowness they were spotted soon. The Marines took their knees, five in total. As two were out of commission due to the flames. This wasn't counting the ones that were in the back of the buildings. There were ways for them to be elite and this open street full of run down carts, wagons, and busted buildings was dangerous. But Little Mo wasn't dealing with Assassins from the Underworld. No, these were Marines not smart enough to capture someone they cornered. Announcing themselves and thinking their numbers would be enough for anything. But Little Mo, as modest as he could be, was a Master. Not the strongest but could deal with simple grunts easier than most.

'I won't kill you, but it'll hurt.' He'd use sign language to say this. Rushing forward as he did so, in hopes of closing this ten meter gap. He did it fast took less than a couple seconds, as he didn't feel they'd even know what he was saying. With his ninja garbs you'd just assume he was just doing Ninjutsu, you could call it that. As without effort he'd secrete slime from his hands during his signing and sling his hands forward over and over again, with each step he slung. Since his focus wasn't the Loud mouth, this slime wouldn't do anything to him. As all he wanted to do was, clog the hole of those rifles. From this distance and the speed he moved, he'd be able to hit them. Or make those that notice the slinging to move and get out of formation.




It was sad, how shocked they became with their rifles jammed. And it was even sadder how Little Mo needed only one good strike to knocked them out. They were a reasonable distance from Toruta. However, Little Mo was not able to give his focus to Toruta after dealing with the grunts. He was blindsided after he beat the last one, a kick to the side that sent him flying into the building on the other side of the street. They were dressed like the others, but only for a few seconds. Becoming clad in black one began to walk toward the building Little Mo was inside. Whilst the other stood by Toruta. In total the Marines not harmed in the back of the building was four. Two were helping those injured and now those knocked out. While these two were cut above the rest.

In the building Little Mo began to stand up, and he saw the figure with the light at his back. He thought this was going to be easy, but that seemed like that wouldn't be the thing. 'I'm going to kill you.' Little Mo would sign his intent as he didn't liked being kicked.

The Assaulter was shorter. But that blade, on his hip, made up for any reach advantage Little Mo would've had. Little Mo could tell by the way he gripped the hilt, hand on the opposite side ready to unleash that steel. Fighting people with rifles and pistols was the easiest. They have to look in the direction they are going to shoot, most of them. And then there is the delay to reload. However, those with that kinda blade(katana) are the most troublesome for Little Mo. Their slashes weren't wild, albeit ones carrying them for show. Little Mo could just tell from the lowered stand this creature in Black was the real deal. But there were a few things that Little Mo needed to do in order to win this fight. 'Mother said that in order to beat someone with a weapon, you can always make them over confident. And sure of their victory.'

Abel didn’t understand why this stranger was helping Melissa, it made no sense. Regardless, one thing was for certain. He was in the way. Abel had watched him dispatch the Marines and felt confident he could defeat the Ninja. Despite wanting to not waste anymore time on the Ninja, he’d wait to see if he’d run. Abel nor Cain was told to kill, just deal with the unknown. As he thought his kick was going to be enough to show the difference in strength. However, in response to his wait the Ninja would do some motions with his hands. The distance between them could be closed quickly; but as soon as Abel took a step forward he had to take a quick side step. Whatever that substance was being slung at those rifles, the Ninja seemed to use it again. Abel would usually cut things thrown at him. But the Ninja aimed low, kneecap and below. With each step Abel made the Ninja would throw the substance at him. Abel understood this was a tactic to keep distance between the two. However, they were inside. Thinking a step ahead and slowly closing the gap. All he needed to do was get his blade into range.

‘He hasn’t noticed yet.’ Little Mo was keeping his distance while also making this place more to his advantage. Each time he tossed he aimed at different spots. With one hand he’d throw slime at the Swordsman’s feet, with the other he’d toss it in the direction the Swordsman didn’t move to. This action was done almost simultaneously, just a small delay in between. Most when getting attacked by a projectile only focus on the one that is aimed at their person. To keep the Swordsman from predicting the toss, Little Mo would aim higher or lower randomly. Sliding underneath a table he’d toss at the ankle of the Swordsman. He’d dodge it and move forward at a quicken pace. But, once the slime was tossed Little Mo would keep his motion to the side. Once out from underneath he’d jump buck, aiming to go backwards, and toss out slime higher. Just a few inches. This was to keep the distance and force the Swordsman to move a certain way. By attacking in a certain direction and angle you can force your opponent to move how you want to a extent.

Abel was tired of the slime, and would stop avoiding it. The two had ended up going around in a circle. The slime this time came higher than any other time, at his center mass. Effortlessly Abel would slice through it. The substance, despite being thrown, could not slow down Abel’s slash. The only close memory to the feeling he felt was the time he used his blade to make Toruta a jelly sandwich. With this thought Abel knew he didn’t need to run around, and could close the distance by just moving forward. Which, he would begin to do. And with each step forward the amount of substance fired out decreased noticeably. Soon, nothing came out when the Ninja tossed his hands out. He watched the Ninja pull down his mask. It was common for Abel to have those he wanted to kill try to beg for their lives. However, any words said would fall on dead ears. The distance soon was closed. With his blade out Abel knew it would not be sheathed until it was saturated in blood. He grip the hilt with both hands as he sliced through tossed slime. Soon, his blade was within range. He’d step forward ready to deliver a decisive blow. As the wall behind Little Mo would not allow for him to get away that easy. So, quickly his blade was raised above his head, at 12 o’clock and brought down soon after.

The Slime created by Little Mo doesn’t evaporate. It is something you have to clean up and watch out for. At this point in time Little Mo uses it for minor things, and the goal was never to hit the Swordsman head on with it. Little Mo’s main weapon was his fists. This slime was just to make this place not ideal for someone that needed proper footing to deliver blows. The Swordsman would step forward. Attacking his lower region allowed for Little Mo to understand which was his dominant foot. So, the spot Little Mo ended up in was a planned one. With the amount of slime on the floor in this area, it took only a slip to throw off someone going for such slash. One that, if did land on someone normal, could very well claim their life. However, luck was on Little Mo’s plan. The Swordsman did indeed lose footing after stepping forward.

Abel felt this shift, but kept his attack going. This was the first time he was within range, and couldn’t let this moment pass. However, As he brought the blade down he was hit with more slime. However, it came from the mouth of the Ninja. The substance hit him in the face, and he was unable to see anything. However, he did feel his blade go into something. However, this feeling was not similar to flesh.

Little Mo barely escapes the slash, even with the combined drawbacks placed. However, this was the opening he needed. Blinded and slightly off balance was all the Martial Arts Instructor needed to teach the Swordsman a lesson. He’d tackle the Swordsman's waist, and with his knee drive it into his tectisle. This ‘dirty’ blow along with the already off balance allowed for a take down. Along with the dropping of his weapon. In Little Mo’s eyes if his opponent looks stronger, they might be. So upon them getting on the ground Little Mo fought to a top mount. Despite the struggle of staying on the bucking Swordsman Little Mo did. To help he’d vomit more slime from his mouth, again at the face of the Swordsman. It was thick and wouldn’t just slide off due to the quantity.

Abel couldn’t breathe, as the substance oozed into his nose and mouth. Despite the pain in his lower region he did his best to keep bucking to get off the ground. The worst place to be would be on the ground with someone that fought like the Ninja. It wasn’t that the slime was impossible to remove by hand. It was just the extra actions that made it hard to know what to focus on. During his pulling, at his mouth and nose, he’d be struck in the chest. Before he could take in a deep breath more of the slime would be spit back onto his face. It was a cycle of wasted energy. However, soon the hitting and slime stopped. Even the weight of the Ninja was gone. Removing slime so he could breathe and see finally happened. Sitting up, Abel saw the Ninja, bleeding, and holding his weapon.

‘I didn’t think the other one would come.’ Little Mo was hit with a chair, it tossed across the room. It hit him with enough force to knock him back. But, it was just a chair. Little Mo rolled to his feet soon after and picked up the katana that laid on the floor. He was not able to kill one of them, and he knew why the other didn’t jump in. Seeing how your enemy fought was best when they were fighting someone else. That is what Little Mo would do. He felt he couldn't kill those two, but he knew that wasn't the goal. If they both were in this building with him. He just had to make sure Mel handled what she needed to handle before death took Little Mo. With only a few feet away from Abel, and over three meters from Cain the spacing in this place. He wondered who he should go after first. The one of the ground had no weapon, but something was off about him. There was a strange smell that Little Mo got from the guy after being on top of him. This sense of danger was warranted. As soon Abel would rise and what seemed like spikes would come from his forearms. 

If they both had Katana's Little Mo would be dead the moment they started to attack together. His previous move would not work anymore as the one that had watched knew the spots not to step in. Whilst the one that had fallen was more cautious about his footing. The cuts on his right, outer, thigh and the one across his chest stung. Cain was the one to cause this injuries, as if Little Mo didn't take these he'd be harmed by those strange appendages Abel sprouted. The smell that came from them was different, but strong. Being cautious he would rather take injury from something he knew what would do. Not saying he wanted to get hurt. It was just the way these two moved was more robotic and in sync. Fighting rather as one than two separate individuals. Little Mo envied their cohesion, as he never fought like that with someone. He always fought and did things alone; just like when he got drawn into the coin blackmail. 

'I can't dodge that strike.' Little Mo had his back against the wall. In order to keep Abel away he swung wildly, and in a desperate motion. This left his center mass open, and Cain took advantage of that. However the strike wouldn't be followed up once the cold steel separated flesh and muscle. Cain only would push the tip in a few inches, going through the sternum.