"Guys! C'mon seriously?!" Azar said bobbing out of the way of a sword strike as another man came and thrust his fist forwards, only for it to pass through the mans torso! A second later screams filled the air as he reeled back, hand ablaze!
"See? Why'd you have to go and do that?" The talk didn't go very well. He even tried to buy the group drinks, slide in all charismatic like and offer his services to the pirates that attacked the group. But the scoundrels wanted to insult him instead!
And he couldn't just take that. Another man came running with a battle axe over head, Azar gave an effortless side step, grabbed a spirit from behind the bar, shattered it across the mans face, then snapped his fingers! The Alcohol igniting into an eruption of fire! Screams filling the air as the man stumbled back and fell out of a window into the sea below!
"Pop flare." He summed a small ball of yellow fire, and flicked it into the face another. Dropping the last of the attackers. "Ugh– This sucks. Aye, Barkeep." Azar cocked his head to bartender, who recoiled as they cowered behind the bar "
"Got some cinnamon whiskey?" The Keep nodded his head quickly, the huge thick lensed glasses bouncing. "Pour me the strongest you got will ya."
Azar leaned on the counter with an elbow. Wiping his eyes as groans filled the bar from the downed opponents attempting to crawl away. After the amber hued liquid was poured into the shot glass, the Fire-Man downed it in one go "Ack!" He breathed with a smack of his lips.
Sauntering across the bar, he stepped onto a man the up and over, a moan releasing from the man beneath his boot as he did.
The rain had picked up to a down pour by this point as his feet slammed on the wood of the middle connecting bridge. "All right. I'm sick of waiting." He spoke under his breath as he raised two fingers in the shape of a finger gun and shot three quick exploding fireballs into the air! The sound sending shots through the town!
"What was that?!" Spoke a man falling to the ground. Quickly a commotion formed as Azar stood there waiting for the crowd to form
"Alright! Listen up! I'm here for information. And I'm gonna get it one way or another!" He declared with a cocked back head and hands on his hips. Everyone looking around with confused faces, only for a grey haired wrinkled old man to question "You a Marine?!"
"Do I look Like a Marine ya old Geezer?!" He snapped. "All I need to know is where a man by the Name of Booker is" As he spoke the words, the people around widened their eyes. Some clearly knowing what the Blaze was referring too
"I see you're Familiar with him. Look hows about you point me to the Closest person that knows something about him, I go and beat the shit out of him, and get what I'm looking for. Or I beat it out of each of you worthless pirates and then go and get them anyway." It was a major leap. But if so many had a reaction to hearing the name, he could feel that they knew
Mutters formed through the crowd. But Azar was getting more and more irritated. Half of these were pirates that were good for nothing. "Hurry up!" He said as the mutters continued.
"5!" He Raised a hand, a small ball of fire forming, growing large by the moment as he counted down "4!" Shouts began to fill the air, the ball of fire was now larger than Azar, illuminating the dark surroundings and bouncing between the raindrops in a orange hue. "3!"
"He's out in the west side of the Island!" Shouted the bartender from before. The Fire then shrank and absorbed into the black haired mans body. "Thank you! See? That wasn't so hard."
"He's out there, he's been on a smuggling run for his clients, and one of them is Booker. He ships Elicit goods all over the Grand Line. And he said that Bookers got a big job for him coming up…" Another said, a woman with white hair and a ragged dress.
"Thank you ma'am." He gave a quick nod and began walking away from the stunned people, all watching in silence as only the sound of his boots and the rain echoed.
"That was far easier than snooping around." He literally burned his way through the forest, making sure no fires spread, controlling and absorbing the flames when they went to far, making sure to reduce as many as he could to ash without doing too much damage.
Slough was once an island that sat on a Volcanic steep. A Plain with small volcanic activity across it. He'd heard stories about it from Polo, Red Beards first mate and Navigator as well as being his doctor. But after a giant eruption a few decades ago, it caused ash to coat the the plains, and quickly over the years from the smog in the sky mixed with the ash in the ground, it turned the entire Island into a lush Temperate Rainforest that it was now. Knowing almost no dry season except for a week long every 5 years for only a week at a time.
He was lucky that the heat didn't really effect him, but the moisture sure did take a toll on him in some regard. It was like taking a lit match into a thick fog. But thankfully after only an hour or two of walking. He finally made it to the other side of the island. And just through the thicket, he could see the large Frigate with dark green wood and a Jolly Roger of a smiling skull with sticks and foliage in its mouth.