After a high jump foward, Aman Freel’s leg descended to Naishi’s face. It hit only the floor. The pirate was right of the bounty hunter, close to the right wall and very distant to where the kick ended hitting. Macabre RedClaw, to the contrary, was calmly drinking a cup of tea in front of him. Musician: Errr... Captain? Macabre: Keep calm. Naishi won’t like if I interfere. Macabre felt something like wind blowing behind his head for a second. The open hand of Naishi was blocking a punch from Freel. His knee, then, stopped on the bounty hunter’s stomach. Freel: (getting up) You... Naishi: That’s it?