Salute To The General

Colin stood proudly as he pinned an icy glare at Akuma. "What kind of self-respecting hero poisons his weapons? You filthy Jetroinan cheats! You're unworthy of being fought against!"

Akuma was initially enraged by the insult, but realization dawned upon him when he recognized who Colin was.

"Aren't you the Commander of Nathan Cross' National Guard? I remember now. You are Colin Dunne, Deputy Commander of the Brimmopolis Capital Garrison."

Akuma then smirked as he continued, "Why didn't you stay in your cozy little capital? Did you come here to die? Well, I may not have the confidence to kill the Eurasian God of War, but I have plenty of confidence in sending you to meet your maker. This is a piece of cake! If you're not convinced, why don't you fight me to the death?"

Coldly, Colin retorted, "Fine. I agree to your silly challenge."

After saying that, he motioned to the ship's captain behind him. "Increase your speed and ram into them."

In an instant, Colin's fishing boat shot out of the line, hurtling toward Akuma's own vessel.

Boom!

Colin's boat collided violently with Akuma's, nearly crushing the latter's boat to pieces.

The Jetroinan troops could not help but let out panicked yells.

Colin's vessel, along with both Akuma's and Pallav's were all tightly squished together.

As if treading on level ground, Colin strode in Akuma's direction. "I heard that you're quite slippery. I'll happily take you on."

a katana left in his hands, Akuma eyed the long saber that Colin was armed with. His eyes darted back and forth before he came up with a plan. "My weapon is broken. I'd suggest settling this without using

"As you wish. I'll beat the

Colin's blasé attitude, thinking that his opponent was

"Come, come. I'd love to see who

Colin with a raised fist, intending to punch the latter in

smirked coldly, using a hand to deflect Akuma's incoming

lightning speed, Akuma unleashed even more blows at a

he spotted an opening in Akuma's defenses. Forming a fist, he punched hard, hitting his opponent squarely in the

so violently that it

calmly in his spot,

or eight paces, unable to stand straight. His right hand was so swollen it barely resembled a fist

you

en

Colin strode towards

on Akuma's face, ranging from fear, to surprise, to rage. Suddenly, he

concealed weapons flew at

past Colin's head, he realized that they were

sight of that enraged

troops also felt very angry seeing

Major-general Pallav. How shameless must you be to resort

all the shurikens headed his way dropped to the floor like flies. The scene drew more applause from the