Struggle!

With that brief window of opportunity, Nami cried out, throwing her weight around in every direction she could muster. However the mud wrapped around her refused to budge. Its liquid slime followed every inch her curves moved, and looking back down, Caribou laughed.

"Kehihihi, struggle all you want kitten. My bottomless swamp is inescapable!"

But her hands were now somewhat better positioned at least, and with her Climactact held she pointed it straight at the ground.

"GUST SWORD!"

From the baton's tip shot a hurricane **** of air, exploding outwards as it collided with the ground. The wind ripped the slime from her body, and at last she was free. The relief of freedom however was fleeting, as she wearily watched as bits of mud quickly rejoined together to form the true body of the lanky pirate.

"That wasn't verry niiiiiice, little girl..."

The men who were **** just moments ago began to rise. If they weren't looking to hurt her before, they certainly were now.

There however was now an opportunity to escape before they fully regrouped. Otherwise, it was time for a tough fight...