"What do we do, Tuski? Should we call that damn baldy?"
Anita watched the mud surge toward them, suddenly nervous.
Tuski shook his head, signaling Anita not to contact Werther yet, then sent Tibbers charging forward.
Wet Caribou was a Logia Devil Fruit user, but his fruit lacked offensive power. For the moment, he could do nothing to Tuski.
The Tibbers Tuski had created was incredibly tough. Even Werther could not cut through him easily, much less the Mud-Mud Fruit, whose attacks were far weaker.
The only thing they had to worry about was being swallowed by the mud. If that happened, they would be in danger.
Tuski had Tibbers scatter Wet Caribou's pirate underlings with a few punches. Those who failed to dodge were sent flying into the buildings along the street, their fates unknown.
"Big brother, they're getting away! Watch me."
Blood-Spattered Coribou, who had been watching from the sidelines, rushed in with his shovel and drove it hard into Tibbers's chest.
Thud.
The recoil forced Blood-Spattered Coribou back several steps, surprise written across his face.
The blow knocked Tibbers onto his backside, but left him completely unharmed. Inside, Tuski gave Blood-Spattered Coribou a calm glance, then ignored him.
Tuski could tell the fat man posed no threat to Tibbers.
The only one they needed to watch was the Mud-Mud Fruit user. The mud might not injure them if it surrounded them, but it could suffocate them.
Tuski assessed the situation, then turned and fled toward the beach, hoping to shake off the Pirate who had attacked them out of nowhere.
When Wet Caribou saw Tuski run, a bloodthirsty look spread across his face.
"You two fat little lambs aren't getting away!"
With that, Wet Caribou gave chase.
Tuski glanced at Wet Caribou hot on their heels and