Both Macabre and Naishi ran towards the melancholic eyes of the bounty hunter, and the two prepared to punch him. Locke Wolff laid his hand calmly over the sword’s cable, staring the pirates rush to him. Wolff: (thoughts) The White Wolf, huh? You look just like your brothers. Naishi’s fist came first. He was to the left side of Locke, and Macabre was a few steps before, allowing the bounty hunter to simply spin to his right, discreetly moving a leg, making the first mate to fall and roll a few steps in front.
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| - Both Macabre and Naishi ran towards the melancholic eyes of the bounty hunter, and the two prepared to punch him. Locke Wolff laid his hand calmly over the sword’s cable, staring the pirates rush to him. Wolff: (thoughts) The White Wolf, huh? You look just like your brothers. Naishi’s fist came first. He was to the left side of Locke, and Macabre was a few steps before, allowing the bounty hunter to simply spin to his right, discreetly moving a leg, making the first mate to fall and roll a few steps in front.
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| - Both Macabre and Naishi ran towards the melancholic eyes of the bounty hunter, and the two prepared to punch him. Locke Wolff laid his hand calmly over the sword’s cable, staring the pirates rush to him. Wolff: (thoughts) The White Wolf, huh? You look just like your brothers. Naishi’s fist came first. He was to the left side of Locke, and Macabre was a few steps before, allowing the bounty hunter to simply spin to his right, discreetly moving a leg, making the first mate to fall and roll a few steps in front.
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