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"Not. Helping!" Sanji managed to snap while dodging a couple more errant swings. The girl in the miniskirt may not have a lot of skill with that thing, but she was sure putting all of her power behind it. A split-second's calculation and he countered, springing up and roundhouse-kicking the bat out of her hands. It flew off in the opposite direction of the others, preserving Sanji's perfect record of not harming women even on accident.

The girl raged at him and then swung her backpack off her shoulder, using it to beat him around the head and shoulders instead. Sanji withstood it, wincing. "Ow! What the hell have you got in there...ow, hey! Quit it!"

Sanji, the trusted chef of the Straw Hat pirate crew, a member of (from what Rayleigh had heard) the trio who did most of the crew's fighting, a man with a bounty that was (while not as impressive as the captain's) quite intimidating....

Was getting beaten over the head with a bag.

Excuse Rayleigh for a minute, he's laughing.

There is absolutely dignity in this, no. But at least Sanji never promised not to touch women. Heaven forbid! He got tired of it quickly enough and lunged to grab the girl around the waist, picking her up and hoisting her over his shoulder. She still beat on his back (and ass) with her bag but there was much less strength and far more flailing about it now. "Now, now," he scolded, turning around with her (and giving pretty much everyone in the area except himself a panty shot, oops). "Pretty girls like you should be sitting in a cafe having a nice drink and talking about handsome men, not getting into the middle of a war."

Pity the other two girls were staunch feminists. Two more baseball bats were coming for him in an instant.

Poor Sanji. Missing the best view, one he was giving everybody else.

Oh well.

But still, this had gone on long enough. It'd be a shame to see somebody get really hurt over this, and even more of a shame to see these young girls turn to a life of crime and violence (without the additional benefit of being pirates.)

He gave a single glare, directed to the two with baseball bats. Only those two. And they both collapsed in mid-swing.

He did hope Sanji would at least be able to catch the two ladies. If not, he would have to give that man a mild scolding.

It took some quick thinking and maneuvering, but Sanji did it. He set his captive down and lunged for the other two, sliding on his knees across the pavement to come to rest just under them. Each arm caught one unconscious girl. The third just whirled around and stared at Rayleigh, too scared to even accuse him of doing something to her friends.

For his part, Sanji was just as gentle as he would be with a friend. He struggled to his feet with his arms still burdened and carefully dragged both girls to the sidewalk, out of the way. "I told you ladies, this isn't a game," he warned in a quiet tone, mostly to the third. "I don't think you're ready to give your lives like a pirate, are you? Go on, shoo."

After all, there was still a pack of toughs over there. And Sanji was not feeling very generous towards them anymore. He did not have the will to let any of them leave the area conscious and undamaged.

Rayleigh took another swig from his bottle. He didn't particularly want to be noticed, though his conversation probably did draw a little attention. But it would be what it would be.

But with the lovely ladies out of the picture, it was just Sanji and those lackluster ruffians. It didn't take an experienced pirate to see how this would end.

It was over pretty quickly. Sanji wasn't even interested in toying with them one on one, he just wanted them all down and staying down. He leaped on one with an Escalope and before the guy even fell, sprang off his back and kicked through the rest, not even bothering to call his shots. He didn't need to, they were weak. He only left one conscious, so he could pick him up and slam him into the wall. "Just what are you assholes planning?" he snarled into the man's face, accompanied by a good puff of cigarette smoke. "This doesn't look like 'sending everybody home.'"

To his credit, the thug didn't look entirely panicked, although he was clearly unsure of his position. "Th-that isn't going to work," he stammered. "So they gave the order. Plan B. Destroy the machine."

"Destroy it...!" Sanji gaped, and then snarled at his captive and threw him aside. "Then you'll trap all of us here forever!"

He left the man on the ground and crossed back over to Rayleigh, taking a moment to catch his breath and mull things over. And if that liquor store behind him had cigarettes, he might need another new pack.

So that was their plan, was it? Destroying the machine... and trapping them in this world?

Huh. That struck him as odd.

Still, as Sanji came over, Rayleigh put on another smile. "You'll be up to stopping them, won't you?" Shakky wouldn't be very happy if he never came back, even if he did disappear for months at a time.

Sanji stood and smoked for a bit, until he came to the end of his cigarette. He crushed the butt against the sole of his shoe and put it away, checking to see how many he had left. Yep, he'd need a new pack at this rate.

"I'm not about to get trapped in this shitty world," he muttered darkly. "But I don't know if anybody else knows this information. It might change the way things are organized...if they are, at all." He shrugged. "I haven't seen much besides our kind just running around the streets beating on anyone who tries to beat them first. Could be different down where the porter-machine building is."

In A.D. 2011, war was beginning.

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