Sweat beat down Butcher's face as he heard the threat. It was said with such arrogance yet was laced with such malice that it literally shot the man to his very core!
He tossed his weapons to the side, where they lost their hazy look, he reached to his palm and pulled out a mace polearm, with a a large bulbous spiked head at the top of the staff
The Rain around them began to fall even more, drenching the surroundings in moisture and precipitation, leaving a hard haze across the battlefield. Each droplet of water that hit azar caused the faintest amount of steam to come off his body from his higher natural body temperature.
"Damn rain…" He scowled as his hair became matted with wetness. The two looked at one another for many moments, only the rain and groans of pirates echoing around them.
In a flash the two burst forward! Butcher swipes to the side with his weapon, only for Azar to lean under it out of the way with ease, countering with a fire punch! Then the man whirled the staff around and slammed it into the ground, Azar leaping into the air again! With two palms out he shot a dragon's head! "Emberic Wyvern!"
The flames exploded in Butcher's face, though his blood was boiling! Not from the fire, but from the heat of the fight! "Grah! Butchers Cleave!" He spun the staff in his hand for a moment and caught the staff at the very butt end, the weapon shifting and changing to an axe polearm!
With a massive swing, Butcher cleaved through the air. Slicing straight through Azar who had predicted the attack and let his body split in half! Passing through him without issue! Fire on the ends of his body!
The wind from the attack was of such immense strength that it caused a blade of window to form and slice through over a hundred meters of forest in the other direction! The Torrent of air ripping up the dirt into a large plume that ripped trees from the ground like pulling weeds from a garden!
"Woah ho! Look at you! You actually trying to kill me now!" Azar cockily said as Butcher continued his swing, only for them to be evaded. Another punch of fire, another hit from a shot, Butcher pulled out an axe, then a sword, even attempting to get at him with a large bowie knife!
"Haff…Haff…Hafff…" Butcher breathed heavily as he hunched over a short distance away. "Okay" Azar began "I think I'm done playing with my food." He said as he concentrated a ball of fire between his hands causing butchers eyes to widen in disbelief, fear struck across his face. He winced as Azar made a sudden movement, but it wasn't aimed at him! It was aimed upwards to the sky!
In a mere moment, the bright orange pillar of flame shaped into a wolf's head and shot up into the air! Traveling miles up to meet the rain clouds above! A moment later, the cloud exploded in fiery heat! Dissipating and clearing the storm all around the island!
Butcher's eyes were wild as they looked up to the sky with astonioshment. It was like watching a god toy with the surroundings with ease…Slowly and painstakingly, Butchers eyes shifted back down to Azar whos hand was held up with a small flame in hand
"Alright. So, you wanna give me that info or what?" Azar cocked a grin. A thud echoed as Butcher fell back onto his ass, hand raised up and frantically waving back and forth "Yeah yeah yeah! Just don't kill me! You can even take the slaves I don't give a shit!"
"Slaves?" Azar questioned as he methodically walked forward with a confident stride. "Yeah! Didn't you know? That's how Booker gets a lot of his foot soldiers to sell to big crews! Pirates are abducted to serve others as cheap labor!" Butcher revealed, hand still waving frantically as if the mere flesh and bone could stop the heat of the Mera-Mera
"Well first, before i get to booker." He squatted down in front of him "Where are they?" Azar leaned forward slowly as he rested on the balls on his feet.
"They're in the Ship! Below deck!" Butcher said flinching back
"Good. Now…" Azar leaned back. "What about Booker…."
Butcher went on to explain that Booker was many islands away, at least a 3 days travel by normal ship on an Island known as Kakerlake. It was another island just like Slough which had a high activity of pirates. But Booker was well known to keep business there by recruiting many members or helping form new organizations.
After a quick fireball to the face, Azar then freed the Slaves below deck. They certainly didn't look like ordinary slaves in that they didn't appear to be average people. Most of them were in shape in some regard. And none appeared to be under the age of 17.
They thanked Azar, and gave curtsy bows as they ran away. Many of them mumbled 'I should've never gotten into this' in some form or fashion.
The Citizens back at the main port looked up at the Clouds in awe as they could see the clear sky for the first time in a long time. The hole punched into the cloud stretched all around the island, though it didn't go further.
Eyes watched Azar in shock as he walked through the town and back to his bike. Rain jacket over his shoulder and Red Bear tattoo in clear view.
With a more Gentle kick to the kick start, he pulled out and sped away.