March to War

To Slay a Dragon
In ancient times, it was said...

...to slay a dragon, you must cleave its head off clean.

Anything less than that would be seen as naught but a nuisance to the creature.

Anything that was not a fatal wound would be written off as an annoyance.

Pirates. For the marines, they can be called a dragon with many heads; none more so prominent than the ones that command their respect and admiration above all others. A quartet of conquerors that rule over portions of the world taken by way of their own strength.

The Four Emperors.

For the dragon known as "pirate" to be slain, one must carve its heads off. And so this was the start of it all; a battle to slay the dragon heads called Yonko.

For a long time, it was only discussed; planned; debated. An effort to push forward in the marines' goal to end the influence of the Yonko in the New World, as the stepping stone toward worldwide peace. But today... Today would be the start of it all. Perhaps it would start as nothing more than a spark, but soon enough, it will bloom into a blaze that will illuminate the entire world.

The marines would make their stance clear to the Yonko on this day.

On this day, all the world will know that the fall of the four emperors... has already begun.

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5 Days Prior to the Mission

"Three teams. Three concise attacks."

Fleet Admiral Kurama had held a meeting with several hand-picked Vice and Rear Admirals, along with the Admirals themselves, in order to discuss the mission that had been thoroughly debated by them in previous scattered discussions. It was time to finally cement the plan, and prepare to carry it out.

After a lengthy talk, the details of this monumental undertaking were finally hashed out.

Three simultaneous movements were to be made on the Yonko. In an effort to begin their efforts in removing them from power, they had to start with the outer territories. And so three islands were decided upon. Rusukaina, an island in Daddy L. Legs' territory. Shikhi, an island in Daikaku's region. And Kurona, belonging to Raptor D. Baron. Five days from now, three voyages were to be carried out by teams of Vice Admirals and other Marines assigned to those units, in order to lay siege to the three islands.

Only the pirates there were to suffer consequence. The marines would pursue dominion over those islands and provide sanctuary to all citizens that renounce servitude or loyalty to the Yonko. Above all, this was a mission of liberation, not conquest; though, perhaps to Kurama, it was both.

He stated that the marines were to storm the islands, whether by force or by infiltration, but it would be preferred to operate as swiftly as possible. The longer they could keep the pirates stationed there unaware of the siege, the better; so as to minimize the chances of marine casualties.

But there was more to this mission.

For the Fleet Admiral, it wasn't solely about conquering these lands, and beginning a march inwards toward the individual hearts of the four Yonko territories. He had also issued an additional order to the mission directive. In the most ideal case, he wanted the pirates found on those islands to be captured; brought in for questioning. Kurama always believed that people, even pirates, are resources; they have more worth alive than dead, no matter how insignificant they might be. And so, murder was always to be avoided, if at all possible.

Lay siege to the Yonko islands and capture the Yonko-affiliated pirates present.

That was the complete directive.

And so, five days later...

It would begin.

To Stomp the Spider
Wynn Erin gazed through the forests of Rusukaina, they were currently calm besides the monstrous breeze that blew through them. The island had changed ever since he'd trained there. His power had warped the weather even further, the seasons bringing blizzards, monsoons, tornadoes, and endless rain and thunder. Today was one of the only clear days on the island. It was quite the peaceful place.

"We're close to landing on Rusukaina, about twenty minutes away." Godukera spoke, he was sitting in a room with a couple other Vice Admirals and a Rear Admiral. "Sol, Gwilym, Chardonnay, and Solána. As you know us five have been tasked with claiming this island in the glorious name of the marines. It should be a simple operation as the island is uninhabited but should anything go wrong be vigilant. Those Black Widows have been crawling out of more and more nooks and crannies. Attempting to poison this world of ours. We are the cure though, the anti-venom. And we will stamp them out." His eyes narrow as his being radiated an aura of pure passion. "Establishing a base of operations here leads to taking the island of Amazon Lily and wiping their presence from the calm belt." He glared across the room. "Comments, questions, concerns?"

A hand raises. A small girl being the Rear Admiral Azeban L. Solána leans forward in her chair as to directly address Godukera himself. "Quick question, in the event we engage in combat with however many of the Black Widow Pirates, what do we do?" She crosses her legs in her chair before continuing on to say. "Do we have permission to engage in full on combat." She says letting off a large aura of intimidation for someone of her small size. "Sorry to ask what may seem like a basic an uneducated question but you can never be too sure in situations such as these." She scans the room around her taking notice of the four Vice Admirals that surround her. As a Rear Admiral situations such as this doesn't happen very often outside of training. It was clear she was slightly exited but she gave off a clear look of responsibility and seriousness as to not come off as childish.

Gwilym only shook his head in response to Godekera's response. "I have no questions on my end." he said, performing movements reminiscent to that of someone stretching. "Of course, the others may have some, it all depends on how they understood the briefing." he continued. "Do let me know when we begin the attack, I've been wanting to utilize my other form for quite some time."

Sol was staring out the island of destiny, the place where the Marines war against the Black Widow Pirates would have reached a new peak. Her height and senses alone ensured a clear view of Rusukaina, as she towered over average sized giants while sitting on leg crossed. Noticing the lack of man-made structure, the giantess smirked: no people there meant no casualties, no civilians that could be caught in the hell to follow. It was not El Dorado, that time the pirates would have faced to full extent of her fiery wrath.

Buffs of glimmering fire begun to twirl around her horns; she couldn’t just contain her desire to make those bastards pay for they barbaric practices and her defeat. Plasma splashed everywhere near Sol, on the sail, on the deck floor, leaving traces of smoldering matter and small bonfires as the pelted down. Noticing the smoke reaching her nostrils, Sol had to calm down: she inspired and blew out, as she learned will practicing her mourning training routines. The giantess knew she was stronger when taking control of the flow of her anger, rather than the contrary.

"I have nothing to ask, Godukera-san," she said "except to restate the outlines of our strategy. I know from my experience that the people we are facing are incredibly dangerous on their own and absolute monsters when faced in groups. If we want to stand a chance, our teamwork most be spot on".

Godukera stared down at the girl, completely unaffected by whatever she was trying to emit. "We simply fight at our fullest. Rusukaina is an island that we simply want the land for. Even if it's wiped clean of plant and animals life we're fine. What we want is the base island itself." Godukera replied, glancing over to Gwilym and nodding at the eager penguin. "You'll get your fun Gwilym." The half-mink look to the others on the ship. Belvedere was sitting in the corner with a couple bottles of whiskey, it was no wonder they didn't let her lead the mission. Next to her stood Sol, who was much more attentive, asking him to brief them once more on the plan of attack. While it annoyed him that they did not know it by heart yet, he was more than willing to repeat it again. This mission was extremely important.

"The plan is quite simple to begin with. This is one of the furthest territories from Wano. However due to the reach of that spider's web, she can still get troops here if needed. Hopefully it's uninhabited at the moment and we can just wipe it clean and set up. However in the case of a battle we are to drive them into the ground. Depending on the level of the opponents we will engage differently. Solána will take the weakest of their force. Sol will probably want to focus on any logia users or people specifically weak to her plasma. Gwilym will take whoever is weakest against martial arts. Belverdere will hopefully engage an opponent when she wakes up. I myself will take out whoever I can and work to support you all as well. I can span the whole island with my powers if necessary. Capture is preferable, Per Kurama's orders. But outright killing them is better than letting the scum get away." Godukera's whipped his body forwards, glaring towards the island. "We will not fail."

Gwilym nodded. He chewed up and swallowed the last bluegill fish in his bucket, his eyes showing no expression as they usually did. It was rather difficult for penguins to show emotion. His body began to ripple about, his shoulders increasing and width, muscles taking form. After a few brief seconds of strange body movements, Gwilym rapidly transformed into his preferred form for combat; his Muscle Form. He towered over others at a staggering fourteen feet.

"Well formatted plan, Gokudera." Gwilym began. "It accounts for roughly 86% of all variables. The remaining 14% are variables we cannot account for yet until the battle begins, so we are in the dark about it until then. Then again, so are the scum we are to face..." he had continued, his words eventually becoming a strange murmur. Gwilym continued muttering calculations under his breath, but remained attentive for the signal to start.

At first, Solána was slightly mad at Godukera's choice to have her fight the weakest of their opponents. Although as she thought about it with there opponents being the infamous black widow pirates the weakest may be stronger than she expected. She also saw this as a chance to show her strength by easily defeating her enemy. "Great plan Godukera". Solána let out with a smile. Solána had little words to say as she was preparing herself to engage in combat.

He could feel it, the winds changing. Erin whirled to stare at the sea, his eyes locking on the Marine ships approaching the island. He could see the crew aboard the deck, awaiting their moment to strike. There were many names on that ship but one form truly caught his eye. "Dad." He spoke softly to himself, clenching his fists in anger. He whipped his Den Den Mushi from his pocket. "Static. Marine ship inbound to Rusukaina. I need you to warp in whoever's available asap. I don't know how long we have till the first strike." He put the Den Den Mushi away, narrowing his eyes as the air of the calm belt began to stir.

Hearing the Den Den Mushi that was stationed to his right ring Static's eye lit up in anticipation before grasping the receiver but before he could even speak a word Erin's voice blared into his eardrums with a undertone of anger asking for reinforcement before hanging up causing him to look at the Den Den Mushi in bewilderment before shaking his head. "Let's see who exactly is available." He muttered to him self as a pinkish ripple could be seen with the air before it along with him dispersed.

Wolfgang stepped out of the empty air, transported from his castle in Wano directly to what would soon become a battlefield. Ordinarily, his blood would boil at the very mention of combat, but the loss of his brother had impacted him in ways so profound that he hardly knew how to stand it.

The expectation had been that the pain would begin to fade more and more, as he learned to accept his death. Yet the sense of loss was as intense as ever, and the Warlord found himself drifting between bouts of great sorrow, wanton destruction and obsessive pursuit of sex.

He was a mess, a shell of a man with an empire on his shoulders, a calling he had for the first time begun to question.

Though inwardly conflicted, the mink showed no outer sign of weakness and he walked up to a large throne, built from the bones of beasts native to Rusukaina when he first conquered the island in what seemed like a lifetime ago.

Sitting down with his legs leaning on the armrest and in an assumed relaxed position, he grinned and spoke: "Let them come!"

Much like his superior before him, Draco D. Indiana appeared in a single breath, holding onto his fedora with his left hand. Over his typical clothes, he worn a light-brown coat. His beard had been partially shaved, showing even more of his skin and jaw. "Good morning," He uttered.

Hat covering the area of his eyes, Indiana silently gazed towards Wolfgang, not even needing any single bit of Haki to sense the presence of those night howls. Howls given to those that couldn't be reached anymore. Tightening his hand into a fist, Indiana took no more than a second to reach the backside of the throne, his back resting upon it.

Instantly, myriads of vines burst out of his ankles, glowing slightly as they pierced through the floor of bones and the very earth of the island. Although he was not one of the frontal fighters, Indiana made himself available to his comrades in the mission to protect Rusukaina. Not that he would have said it, but, his eyes flickered over the form of Wynn Erin, quickly focusing back to his vines.

"Brace yourselves, lads," Indiana muttered once again, presences feeling his mind.

Travelling further and further, the vines were covered through a calm mantle of Indiana's kenbunshoku haki. They sipped into the other roots, the small insects, the land itself. Should anything happen in the land, in the trees, even in the air, Indiana would be tunned, to mentally connect himself from his vines with the land.

Wolfgang may have conquered it, but, Indiana knew it best.

Briares B. Barney appeared beside the others, simply nodding at Erin.

"So this is who we've got, alright." Erin nodded, looking to the men. "The enemy ship contains 4 Vice Admirals and one Rear. Azeban L. Solána, Belvedere Chardonnay, Marishi Sol, Gwilym, and my father, Wynn Godukera." Erin glanced back to the sea. "I'll attempt to take their ship down or at least scatter them from afar. You guys deal with them if they get manage to reach the island." Erin called before disappearing into the air.

He appeared at the front of the island, gazing at the massive ship that drew closer and closer to Rusukaina. "Dad." He breathed, his voice tinged with anger. The wind whirred as the entire area around him distorted. A massive gale erupted from his being, slitting the very sea in two as it charged the Marine ship. Two massive waves erupted from either side, curling back into each other with a mighty crash as the blast drew further from the island.

"Is that, Erin?!" Godukera mumbled as he eyed a figure on the island. His suspicions were only confirmed when the sea split apart. A massive gale rushing towards their ship spit the sea before him. "Everyone battle stations NOW!" Godukera called out as he looked specifically to Sol, "Burn the damn island." He leapt from the ship, cloaked in an aura of lightning as he landed atop the water. The half mink dashed towards the projectile, the force of his movement kicking up waves behind him. As he reached it the aura around his hands grew black and morphed to claws. He slashed the projectile, rending it in two and grabbing it before he crushed the gale within his hands. "Erin." He shouted, shooting towards his son. This was no longer just subjugation for him, this was no family business.

"Oh no." Erin mumbled as he shot into the air, flying towards the clouds. As he did he warped the wind as it attempted to batter his father.

"You will answer for your crimes Erin. Treason, betrayal, and joining up with some god forsaken arachnid." The wolf roared, chasing his son into the sky. His aura grew black as the lightning fought off the wind. "Stop running."

Sol nodded, ready to execute Raijin’s command and, perhaps, all the filth snuggling in the Spider’s nest. Her skin and clothes faded into pure white, bright as lamp in the darkest night, turning in mass of plasma, the lifeblood and fiber of stars; without the fetters of the flesh, she disentangled throughout the battlefield, scattering before and inside the enemy’s lines. With the wind-blower busy fighting his father above the clouds, nothing could stop her from dispersing her fluid though every crevice of the island, thinner and thus faster than air, but exuded in enough quantity to engulf Rusukaina’s atmosphere in a noxious cap. Plasma multiplied virally, muddling trees, rocks and edifices in an chalky mist; it had flanked the island whole, while sparing Sol’s allies from the hellish heat to come.

And what heat was to come: behind the thick haze of non-plasma, already shaped as a dome the size of the island, fire was throbbing. It started like small candles sprinkled all around, white inside white, yet far brighter and glowing so intense they could burn people’s eyes merely by staring at it. Sol had planted them on the air while in her unscrambled state, and now hovered around like masses of fireflies, pulsing predators lurking in the milky miasma. Having already reformed outside the borders of her plasma cage, Sol commanded them to burn. It took a small push from the outside to have the atmosphere ripple and bloat, tendrils storming around; the time of a thought was everything it took to make the fireflies smelter and crack, reflecting their master’s irate disposition against the Spiders.

An awe-inspiring, eye-melting flash surged from the mines, infinitely brighter and far more scorching than the shroud surrounding it, though not enough to escape and incinerate the sea surrounding it. It was fire like nothing in nature could produce, the closest thing those pirates could feel of a sun exploding right in their faces. A burst of that caliber would be enough to nearly vaporize trees, turn human flesh into ash down to its bones, melt buildings and garrisons in one pasta of lava and searing Rusukaina’s rocky floor in a lifeless, barren savanna. One part of Sol regretted that trees and wildlife had to be sacrificed to make sure those pirates won’t survive; her forecasts of utter devastation made her silently weep. Still, life would have flourished again from the land once the Marines had freed them from its scourge. Once they achieved victory and more peaceful times had come, Sol promised to herself she would have helped making Rusukaina a florid place again, even if she had to break it down and melt it back so that it could carry the necessary humus again.

If he had to be honest, alone, this would be one of the worst problems in his entire life, which was a long time. Yet, it was no time to end it. He was not a frontal fighter, though, he still knew how to sustain himself. But, Indiana was not alone, Wolf, Static, and Barney were there, they could take the chance to counter-attack at the very moment that Indiana moved for the defense.

And that moment was then. Without a moment's hesitation, the vines burst forth from the ground and erupted, wrapping around themselves to create even larger vines. Much like snakes filled with bloodlust, they circled through the air and instantly felt the presence of Sol's power, yet, they didn't wither way.

As stated before, the vines summoned through Indiana had filled the entire underground of Rusukaina, mingling and mixing in with the natural roots of the many plants. Through these natural plants, they were absorbing and gathering even more vitality, strenghtening themselves. Not only that, they were also fueled with his very Haki, however, it was not with his Busoshoku, but, his Kenbunshoku. Normally, such a strategy would be one's downfall when it came to defense, yet, Indiana deemed that spreading his Busoshoku throughout all the island would have been even worse. After all, Busoshoku also required quantity, whereas small amounts of Kenbunshoku could bring out more than defensive reactions.

Through his Kenbunshoku, Indiana had been using Migatte so that all of the vines would get an immediate reaction, after all, it was a technique known by experienced users which involved purposefully not hesitating. These reactions followed a similar thought pattern due to how Migatte worked, also meaning that, Indiana would not get slowed down by needing to issue specific orders to each and all of the vines.

That thought pattern was just what had been happening. The vines wrapping themselves around the many suns and constantly creating layers around themselvs, "Bainkago!" Indiana screamed finally. Through the aforementioned revitalization and their renewal, Indiana's vines would hold out the explosions partially for a definite time, something which would surely allow for his companions to strike back.

To Maim the Monk
The island of Shikhi was truly a sight within the waters of the Bardsval Ocean, one of the waters in the New World that were almost always bathed in sunlight. For that very reason, it was extremely abundant in flora, its soil rich in nutrients and so resilient that the island has never been damaged beyond repair in all of its lifetime. Despite the many fights it saw.

Shikhi was quite large, the size of a small country.

Ten large trees, whose roots delved deep into the sea and soil, were responsible for the island's extraordinary amount of plants. These trees were known as the "Ten Gurus". They sought the everlasting nutrients of the water to constantly expand or regenerate themselves, allowing their structures to build height and grow tall like walls. Standing fierce, they complimented the numbers of the existing walls within the island, built by both past civilizations and members of Daikaku's crew, the Monk Pirates. Together, they all made a total of 999 layered walls, of different thickness and habitats each.

Wild beasts, though not much, and tribesmen alike populated the island, having built villages either on the base of the largest trees or at the place many trees converged. They were all strong, not only for living in the New World, but also because of the presence of such dangerous flora. The tribesmen made several pacts with the Monks, learning their ways of peace and fighting.

The plants, however, weren't only resilient, they were more than doing photosynthesis, some of them could expel acid, venomous gases, capable of paralyzing the strongest of gladiators or penetrating through the thickest of defenses. These species would do it at the mere sight of a new visitor, however, given their lethality, their reflexes don't prompt them to do it with the same person, unless willed.

A dangerous land calmed only by True Justice, the justice of the Mad Monk.

Splash, the crystal-like waves hit back and forth against the marine warships, all illuminated by the endless rays of sunlight. Some rainbows formed in the distance, their light even mixing with the ocean and making it even brighter, drops and drops flew off as if they were jewelry. If there wasn't a fight to take place, one would surely stop to marvel at it.

Naosaki Jun inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and sitting at the front of one of those warships. Alongside the wind, her hair flowed sideways, all these sounds filling her ears and prompting her to hum quietly. Her ears twitched and made her lips curve upwards, this really was something else, for an entire part of this ocean to be perpetually shone upon by the sun.

Another sniff, Jun's eyes snapped open and stared deeply ahead, "A clean view, Shikhi can be seen in the distance!" Their eyelids were vertical and sharp, expanding as she looked at the island. Jun spun around and glanced upon the rest of her comrades, "Any actions to take yet, Sir Ernest?" A smile, this was just another chance for her to improve.

When it was announced that Ernest was the leader of this party to conquer the Monk Pirates, a tremendous amount of insecurity overcame him. Ernest may have been confident in himself, but after suffering that crippling loss against Daddy L. Legs, he simply did not know if he could trust in his own abilities. Snapping his eyes open following Jun's question, Ernest looked in the distance and found the island of Shikhi in view.

From what Ernest could remember, Shikhi was an island of natural resources. Individuals lived here in peace, and continued to nurture the island in order to provide resources for the Monk Pirates. Ernest himself could not fathom how it must feel to live underneath a Pirate. But when he remembered the sincerity in Legs' voice, he could possibly imagine why people would be swept up by their chaos.

"I believe we should stop the ship here temporarily." Ernest spoke. His decision might have been viewed as cowardly, but the words of the Fleet Admiral echoed in his mind. "We are not here solely to defeat Pirates. First, we must manage to convince the civilization to support us in our endeavors. Without public support, the Marines cannot act freely."

Standing up from his seat, Ernest looked towards Shikhi, as a bright yellow scanner formed in his pupils. "From this position, I can locate the locals of Shikhi. Before we reclaim this island, I will fly to the local settlement and try to convince them, with all my heart, of our intentions. Should they support us, we will pose a considerable advantage against the Monk Pirates. Fearmongering, after all, is not the way of the Marines. Successful or not, I will be recording everything with a Den Den Mushi in my proximity. Based on what you can hear, I will have you all act accordingly. My only instruction is to avoid civilian casualties at any cost. Is that understood?"

The words and strategies of Ernest were bold indeed. But on the inside, he was fearful of his own plan. There were too many assumptions, and for a military endeavor, this was a foolish move. But for the sake of the Marines' goal, extremities like this were necessary. He could only hope that the others would be on board this strategy.

To Topple the Titan
Kurona was an island within the with a peculiar layout. From an aerial view, the island could be seen as something resembling a clock face. Outside of its dense forestation, there were thirteen key landmarks the island held: thirteen clocktowers in total were on the unusual island. Twelve towers on the outer rim were placed in even horizontal distance from each other, forming a circle that appeared as the numbers on a clock, while a single, even larger tower, stood grandly in the center of the island.

In fact, the central clocktower in itself was so high up in the air compared to the others that the tip of the tower appeared to be covered by the clouds itself. Although, even on this clear day, the tower was perpetually concealed by darker, almost smoky clouds. Whether this was due to abnormal weather devices or other reasons was left undisclosed, but the reason did not matter.

Across all thirteen clocktowers, workers were hard at labor producing clocks for the New World to use. Watches, pocket watches, grandfather clocks and even clocks adjusted to very specific circumstances were all being produced. The tick tocking permeated the grand island, which was protected by the towering Titan Pirates.

Little did the humble citizens know. Today would be a grand battle for the world to remember.

"Kurona the island of clocks. Basically, the reasons why the Titan pirates have no excuse to be late anywhere." Valentine chuckled at his own joke. "So we're all clear on the plan right, Hyoshimaru, Ein, Margret. I'm trusting you all to get this done as smoothly as possible. Try and keep casualties to a minimum." His tone grew darker. "This is a territory inhabited by a Yonko so I suppose there are no promises."

Glancing upwards towards her the Vice Admiral from her seated position which was located towards the outer section of their current location pressed up against a wall of sorts which granted her a full 180 degree view of the layout before her which was ideal for her considering the advantage her Devil Fruit and recently awakened the sixth granted her on the unlikely event of an attempted ambush.

Quietly mulling over the layout plans that Valentine had discussed earlier Margaret merely hummed in slight satisfaction as her mind had long since analyzed the layout of the island in it’s entirety and had already marked various locations around the island in which she held the advantage something that nearly cracked her emotionless faced with the smile that desperately wanted to surface but was forcibly subdued as her mind vaguely registered Valentine's instructions and warnings about their current enemies and their threat as one would expect from the subordinates of a Yonko.

Still the mere fact that only a few months prior she had been caught in the chaotic clash which the world now dubbed the Battle of El Dorado a deadly clash against another of the Yonko and her crew in a dramatic war for the island which was destroyed due to the titanic clash between the Fleet Admiral and the Black Widow herself. The Titan Pirates, just the name alone was enough to send a shiver of both fear, respect and excitement down her spine as it was not every day a marine of considerably low rank would be included in what is basically a high scale mission the thought along filled her with a sense of accomplishment and smug satisfaction as she no doubt has proven herself more than capable at handling such high powered situations.

Ridding her mind of her distracting thoughts Margaret refocused her attention back towards her group briefly narrowing her eyes at Hyoshimaru being well aware of the red demons deeds and connections with the Underworld before moving her eyes over towards Ein as they filled with awe at the beautiful wings currently sprouting from his back that seem to give off a faint holy glow of angelic power something which befits the leader of the Marine Winged Forces, idly her mind wondered if Middwun would look good with a pair of angel wings before she scrapped that train of thought as the image quickly became not kid friendly. Finally taking her eyes over Valentine Margaret eyes held nothing but respect and admiration for the Vice Admiral, a veteran in the marines and quite possibly one of the few closest to the rank of Admiral.

"Pardon my interruption Vice Admiral". Margaret began as she draws all attention towards herself while making sure to retain her fridges facade. "However I merely wanted to know the reason for our sudden attack upon the forces of the Yonko". She continued briefly mulling over what little information she received from the Alsa Kingdom in regards the activities of the big names in the world before retiring to Valentine. "I may already have my own assumptions of our current situation however due to my rank I do not have privileged of knowing the full situation and my curiosity as began nipping away at me". She finished in a professional manner never once breaking eye contact with the Vice Admiral nor wavering in her question.

He noticed the younger marines excitement and grinned. "It's really quite simple. Kurama wishes for us to liberate this land. Take what civilians renounce the Titan Pirates under our protection and eliminate those that swear loyalty to him till death. Destruction is inevitable but we still want the place to be habitable. Finally, there are main crew members of the Titan Pirates here. While capture is Kurama's preferred method if they are going to get away it's better that they die than leave alive." Valentine answered Margret very clearly, mostly just reciting an abridged version of Kurama's short speech to him.

"Yep, that's the gist of it Margaret-san. Although Kurama is reckless overall, his intentions are for the good of all. That's why I chose to follow him because he understands what needs to be done, yet finds a balance while doing so." Ein gently smiled at Margaret, agreeing with everything Valentine said.

"Now..." As he said this, he was looking towards the direction where the ship was headed, his eyes turning orange while gaining a triskele pattern to them. "I sense three... no, four powerful energy signature on the island we're facing. It's no doubt it belongs to high-ranking Pirates of Raptor-san's crew. Our opponents will truly be fierce." A drop of sweat fell from his face as he said this. Was this nervousness? No. It was something different.

"Anyways, Valentine-san, since you're our leader, I'm going to ask this." Ein was curious about what his senior's plans are, given that there are multiple factors that are taken into account. "Do you truly believe that your plans will work? Simply denouncing Raptor will prove fruitless if they truly swore allegiance to him in exchange for their safety, and simply killing them is no different from acting as savagely as a Pirate. Another thing, how will we get them off of the island without alerting the four Pirates on said island? Something tells us that all four are experienced users of the Kenbun shade, thus will immediately detect our presence approaching the island. This will make things difficult."

Still wanting to clear his doubts, he only continued with worry. "It seems that a formation nor a distraction will work. Since there are four of them and four of us, this will probably devolve to one-versus-one matches, and like us, they will have some sense of team work due to them being on the same team for a long time, so any formation we've prepared will be immediately disrupted the moment we make the attempt. You still want to go forward with this?"

"So you are going to take the role of not only of Justice enforcers but of jury and executioners? Most interesting, yet not quite wise I may say. I'd suggest you picking your junior's advice to the heart, Valentine-san".

A devilish sneer came from the Phantom Shogun. Sitting on the foredeck, his leg placed on a squatted position, he casually honing his katana. He passed over and over a sharpening stone upon the edge of the blade, thinning the more blunt segments. He could afford not to care about earthly steel, as his chilling powers already bit colder and deeper than metal, yet his desire for a proper and prim massacre and maim spurred him not to neglect any of his tool of death. In the warlord's mind, hacking limbs and stabbing hearts with a dull weapon is the epitome of uncouth and uncivilized.

"You Marines have the foolishness to underestimate how thoroughly the Yonko had managed to replace your Justice with their, to sway their hearts to their cause. Raptor is not like Shiguma: he does command with a velvet glove, rather than smiting his subjects with an iron fist. Offering your peace to Kurona's civilians after you had just stormed through their home, beaten down or butchered their beloved protectors and slaughtered their friends and/or relatives won't win anyone to your cause but ruffians and sycophants. If Marines' power is built on men's conviction, this is what you need from citizens; prosperous kingdoms under the sun cannot hope to thrive without the love of their subjects".

Hyoshimaru's edge screeched under the stone, embers falling from the metal, a horrendous noise breaking the already tense atmosphere.

"I do not care about any of those things: my empire does not belong to this world. It is fueled and held by the hatred of the deads, not the trivial, messy passions of the livings. Ein-san, you do forget they we are far from being only four: there is a Legion under my command. One that does not waver nor hesitate; one whose weapons are always sharp, and their ruthlessness even sharper. My specters could clear the city of its pawns: I could possess and telepathically puppeteer most of the civilians and terrorize the rest. Of course, rebellious spirits shall always exist, flames burning brighter; I shall locate them ahead of time and sniff all those pesky lights out". Hyoshimaru's grin turned wider under the ghastly mask, and even more savage and bloodcurdling if that was possible.

"Let me be your vanguard. Stirring up chaos is my forte. All of their schemes, all of their composure will be torn asunder under hundreds of screaming wraiths. They won't be able to strategize, while we can take utter control of the battlefield, dictate them the most advantageous formation for us. Once the battle is over, I may stage a fight between you and ghosts. I shall forfeit the match, and you shall gain the adoration of those who have been spared. Marines shall be adored by the masses as the true divine agents they are. Does my plan suit you?"

"Hyoshimaru-san, I thank you for agreeing with me. And forgive me for not include your phantasmal legion. In addition, your plan is a bit more sound and will give us a great boost to our reputation." Ein said with the utmost respect and sincerity. "However..." Ein's tone has gotten quite serious after this word. "I would suggest that you shouldn't be so trigger-happy to sniff out the rebellious ones. Simply knocking them out and capturing them will prove just as effective. They're citizens after all. I believe your phantoms are more than capable of doing that, as even I heard of your prowess despite you being a denizen of the Underworld."

Closing his eyes and reflecting on the ghastly samurai's advice, he only sighed and continued with the following. "I pray that this goes well and we have little to no casualties, but alas we're up against a Yonko, so I have my doubts. I can only pray for the souls of the fallen."

Valentine stood quietly, listening to the two talk. As they finally stopped he opened his eyes, letting out a breath. "The answer to all this is quite simple, We raze the island. Or at least we make them think that's our goal. Hyoushimura, take over as many of them as you can and begin some panic, have them fight but not kill each other. Tray and take the fight out of the town and away from the clock tower. Ein and Margret once that has begun pick a target and engage from above. In the meantime I'm going to bring down all those clock towers, keep your distance from them for now. We can deal with wether or not the civilians like us after the enemies are eliminated." Valentine grabbed his glass, finishing the last of his wine.

"We're all extremely mobile and capable of flight in our own ways, our mobility is what will make us able to control this battlefield so easily. We can swoop in and out of battle on a whim, I can't say the same for them." They were close enough to begin the assault now. "Alright everyone no more questions, now is the time for action." Valentine spoke in a booming voice. "This is going to be hell. Marines lets rock!" He looked directly at Hyoshimura. "Go."

“With utmost pleasure, my liege”. Valentine’s order was like the beginning of a symphony for Hyoshimaru, the music of carnage already ringing in his ears. The Phantom Shogun soared the tip of his shining blade to the sky, signaling his army to come and feast. As with any ghost invasion, their presence was always accompanied by chill and gloom; the damp marine breeze begun to frost, coalescing in a fog bench. The twelve towers at the rim soon found themselves in the same position as their brethren, shrouded from the natural light of the sun as the cold marched on and sieged the island.

After the cold, dead manifested. At first, there were only cerulean flames transpiring in the sky; candles with little brightness and no warmth, which swarmed in every corner, every district, every home of Kurona. Civilians were astonished by such drastic change of weather, turning even more flabbergasted the moment they saw wisps of ghostly fire diving through walls and closed windows as they were nothing, getting closer with their noxious cold. Surprise and fear devolved in utter horror as the first cackle echoed through the air. What were formless gas masses acquired humanlike shape, pale limbs and covetous smiles emerging from many of the wisps. They were men and women of many ages, the majority of whom carried out spectral simulacra of the weapons they brandished as living beings. Ragged clothes, dull armories, flayed skins and rotten teeth. All of them were translucent, the dim light passing through they intangible yet wholly visible bones and flogging entrails. All of them had a savage gleam in their eyes, a will to kill in the most grueling manner possible.

And they had their killings. Not all of them: most citizens were sheep protected by lions and did respond a ghost entering their home to kidnap with a feeble and toothless surrender. Some of them tried to fight, desperately clutching onto their loved ones. A foolish move: unlike what Ein suggested, Hyoshimaru control over his Onryo was not absolute all the time. Not in that occasion, when he had brought on the battlefield a very special brand of ghosts: pirates and butchers of the worst kind, slain in battlefields where the Titan Pirates had fought. Vengeful and ruthless spirits, wanting to pay back their death with ruin over what and whom the Yonko crew held dear. Sure, Hyoshimaru could have mixed the proportions of his vanguard better, inserting more grudging spirits with no bone to pick with the Titan, but were they as effective? As fun to command? Ein should spare him the fuss: Hyoshimaru was already making enough of an effort in keeping the Onryo from butchering anyone on their sight.

Besides, a far more violent fate was reserved to those bearing the Titan’s banner. Smaller fishes, assigned for patrolling duties by Raptor himself. Little lambs before the knives and claws of his ghosts. Preceded by the most chilling mist, phantasms flanked the seamen, twirled in erratic formations, uttered bestialities and threats with a rasp no living being could emulate. Despite fear grabbing their hearts and bowels, the pirates put up a valiant struggle. Still, few of them mastered Haki, too few; sword slashes and gunshots flew past their opponents’ ectoplasmic flesh, eliciting only amused and sadistic cackles from the ghosts. Onryo’s unholy weapons, on the other hand, could pierce and cut matter as they had substance, with the added advantage of bypassing all mortal barriers.

Screams ruptured in the outer rim; one with a particularly acute sense of hearing could hear the pour of blood the crack of broken bones. The garrison was, on a whole, beaten and broken, yet with few casualties. The dead had many more nasty games to play with livings, some much more pain to inflict on their defeated toys. They began possessing the pirates, slipping in their flesh as if they were clothes, many ghosts for each man, drowning the mind of the unfortunate victim with a cacophony of horrid cries. Maimed but still living pirates were lifted above the stronghold, so to be seen by the entire city; ghastly limbs were holding their arms wide open and legs, nailing their wrists with the sharp phalanxes of their hands. A macabre start of a crucifixion. visible from afar the tower.

“Now, honorable-allies”, Hyoshimaru addressed “the little ones have been caught by our net, so that their parents will come and try to rescue them. To divide they caretakers, I shall split the litter even further”.

People were flying everywhere across the city, civilians caught and raptured by ethereal manifestations. They were spared from further harm, yet their pleas for help were still overpowered by manic screaming and demonic laughter of the Onryo. Directing the orchestra with his own thoughts, Hyoshimaru had the lures split from each other, scattered in groups far from each other and the great central clocks. The city of clocks was swept on its inhabitants, flocking in whirlpools of ghosts. From a nearby position, the city was thrown in an utter disarray, but Hyoshimaru had imposed a certain logic over his chaos: making Kurona city fit for open war without further casualties, while keeping the poor citizens too busy dealing with heart attacks and wails to keep attention that the Marines were fighting with the supernatural invaders. Most importantly, the baits were arranged in a way the Titan Pirates had to split their forces in trying and rescue all if they sought to prevent a bloodbath. Taking advantage of people kindness and sense of morality and spitting over their fruitless efforts in martyrdom was truly one of the samurai most exquisite pleasures.

On some level, Kurama could observe the events as they transpired through his Kenbunshoku Shared Sight ability. He himself was stationed at sea on a ship located in the New World waters, a somewhat equal distance from each of the three islands he sent his people to, and through his Haki, he could keep tabs on some of the details occurring. With so many people acting at three different faraway locales, even somebody as powerful as Kurama could only perceive some small amount of the happenings there if he wished to maintain that connection and stay 'in the know'.

But his attention was shifted almost exclusively on the island of Kurona once he saw what his men were unleashing on the civilians there. Did they not hear his orders? Discretion was the utmost of importance, and if it was impossible to do so, then the priority of the mission would be to prevent as many causalities as possible. But here they were, unleashing a storm of ghosts on the innocent citizens of the island, and Kurama simply wasn't having it. This attack was public to the entirety of the marines; it wasn't some private mission orchestrated behind the scenes. And soon enough, the Yonko, and the rest of the world, would learn of what transpired on the islands.

World Government wipes out the entire island of Kurona to kill off the pirates stationed there.

Normally, Kurama didn't care about the way the marines or the government were painted; even if they were devils in the eyes of the people, they would carry out peace and justice as they always have. But in what way was this for marines to act in pursuit of these ideals? This wasn't going to be the way they win. In Kurama's eyes, pirates and revolutionaries — criminals — were the ones who were willing to kill indiscriminately if it means getting their way. All for their selfish ideals. Kurama in no way considered him to be noble, or a good man in general for that matter, but to him, killing was the easy way. It wasn't going to be their way. This wasn't about beating them, this was about winning, and to win, it meant to crush not the Yonko pirates themselves, but the belief the people allied to them have in the protection they provide to their territories.

Once he had the chance, Kurama projected his voice through the connection of Haki that existed via Shared Sight, so that all the people on the mission to Kurona could hear him speak. Haki itself was willpower, and was known as nothing different than the ordinary things people can sense and perceive; among those, the five senses were the most common, and through this basic understanding of Haki, Kurama could use his own Haki to transmit his voice directly to their sense of hearing. It was without warning, and like a nail being driven straight into their hearts, his voice would spike through into their minds.

"Oh... I am doing my best to hold it together right now. My orders were clear... and precise. But maybe my words were lost on some of you, so for the fuck of it, I'm going to clarify something. Killing everybody, risking their lives for the sake of our duty, letting them take responsibility for our actions... That is the easy way. That is not our way. We save people, we don't throw them to the wolves to save our own hides. Saving people might be a difficult... and hard-ass ass-hard job, but it's our job and we're going to fucking do it. So you're going to choke back whatever shit is stirring up inside of you, and remind them that we are their saviors. We are their god-damn godsend."

For a moment, it seemed like the Fleet Admiral had calmed himself down, before resuming his dialogue with them.

"People are a resource. We never risk their lives unless we know for sure that it is absolutely necessary. That's what we do. Putting them through anguish and suffering, there has to be a damn point to it, or else we're no different than the garbage who own their island. So I'll say this... just... once."

Kurama took a brief pause.

"You will do exactly as I ordered. And you will do your jobs!"

With that, the Fleet Admiral concluded his reprimanding, and closed the connection allowing him to transmit his voice to them.

Gush, water both ran across the bottom of the Clock Tower and fell from its higher floors, the place itself was famous for its many clocks indeed, but, it was also known for its large pools of water under the soil.

Many fish swam through these, their colors notable through the transparent liquid. A heavy breath, the fish along with the water changed directions, flooding away to the right.

The water in there was enough to fill the whole bottom, however, one specific area in the form of a sphere had no water in it. Amidst that area was a large figure, who sat down with legs crossed and tail waving around, the skin was grey and the body covered in many intricate garments. Most notable was the figure's head, it had extensions to the side, as if it were a hammer.

Whether it was water falling or running, it didn't enter that area at all. "Where are the others?" It wondered, were they all off doing their hobbies? He should chastise them for that, except Clau, Clau was cool.

Another breath, the water changed courses to the left, "I sweater god, Steve, you talk too loud." The figure spoke at once, his sharp teeth showing with his mouth open. A fishman by the name of Veny, one of the top members of the Titan Pirates' Seventh Division and one of Kurona's protectors.

Blob, the fish let out a few bubbles.

Some of the fish were staring at him through the water, "S-Steve, I want to hear Noodles- WHAT!" Veny screamed, eyes widening. "Marines?!"

Blob blob. The fish tranversed not only throughout the whole town, but, through the ocean, Noodles was telling him that its cousins saw a Marine Vessel approaching the island.

"It are truth?!" Veny gritted his teeth, quickly getting to his feet, "I need to find Marcus-dono, Koji-dono, Clau-dono! And Veny-dono?" He palmed his chin, "Wait, that is me." He glanced upwards, wondering if his companion had already seen their ship.

With an extremely vast forestation surrounding both villages and the various towers, being known for its vast amount of fauna and flora with numerous species deciding to make their homeland within the Titans protection.

In one of the many areas of the forest, one particular area can be seen to emit more wildlife activity than usual. And going further is seen that most animals seem to be gathering in a specific spot, surrounding an extremely robust tree, with various rots bursting out of the ground due to their immense size and numerous small animals can be seen utilizing them as their home.

As the animals began to be watched with closer attention, it can be seen that their focus is not just on the ancient tree, but mostly on a being that was seen seated right in front of it. Surrounded by animals and plant life, the tremendous person would be described by those watching him as meditating, due to his crosslegged position and unmovable body.

It was no one more than Kojīmi‎‎, the Mink top member of the notorious Titan Pirates 7th division. Appearing to be meditation after a training section he seems to focus as the various animals sitting on his shoulders and lap didn't seem even to affect him. "Prrrrrrr" suddenly was eared as several leaves and branches could be seen moving, or he was sleeping, not the best sleeping position but if it works.

Standing at an incredible height, completely covered in short white fur the various mink features could be seen, as the biggest one being his feline head with sharp fangs, small ears, and several whiskers. And as with that in a mere second, his peace and calm were interrupted as several of his whiskers began to more causing him to wake up.

"What are those noisy humans doing now?" Showing close to no care for then initially but after just a quick glance with a refined view all of the hairs on his body went up as the various animals that were once resting alongside him began to run away. Clenching his fist in extreme anger as if what he was about to say was causing him pain "I need to find the Claude."

As the Mink began to move away from the former tree, the bigger picture can be finally seen as right next to it was a colossal bolder with several crackings all around. To an average person with would seem as if Koji was merely trying to break it, but to those that knew him, it was evident that he could easily destroy something of that size.

Which then as the many animals left the area both the floor, the massive tree and several other trees could be seen to have lightning patterns within them, showing a great control by Koji that instead of destroying its surrounding his Electro was affecting the insides of the surrounding environment.

Thud Thud Thud

The ground shook as a giant walked, walking around one of the clocktowers that surrounded the island. The tower was being refurbished, it's mechanical parts updated and replaced. Antony Marcus was helping, acting like a crane and carrying objects far too heavy for any normal man. A fighter for the Titan pirates, the titan of a man was not above helping the people of the island carry about their lives.

He currently held in his hands a gear many times the size he was. A gear so heavy that many giants wouldn't be able to budge it, let alone lift it. Marcus was currently carrying it towards it's resting place, where it would be the central gear of the entire facility.

As he finished his task, the clocktower whirring back to life as all of it's gears started turning once more, a man ran up to him with a Den Den Mushi in hand.

He took it in his hand before the snail came to life. "Sir, lookouts have spotted a marine ship on the horizon. It appears to be heading straight for us."

Marc gave a loud grunt before putting the receiver down. He then looked to the foreman before motioning the foreman towards the central tower. He was understood its meaning to be to start getting ready to evacuate in case of a raid.

With this, Marcus began walking, each step eating meters of ground with his 16 foot height, towards the central tower. He had to meet with the others, he was the shield. Now he just needed the brain to put in an appearance.

"I could tell that was happening. But I appreciate your concern, soldier." A refined voice spoke to back to the Den Den Mushi that brought him the news. This was the, for lack of better terms, "ruler" of Kurona, and the man who united the Titan Pirates on this island into one cohesive force.

Long, black hair could be seen tied into a ponytail, and elegant black robes were worn by the man as he sat upon his makeshift throne at the tip of the central clocktower. "Hmm..." On the man's sharp face, his pitch black eyes suddenly pulsated, turning red, as he looked past the cloudy exterior and viewed the entire island in a top-down method, almost as if he were a gamemaster controlling the game board.

"Everyone is present. Wonderful." The man stood up, and made himself noticeable on the balcony of the floor he was seated in. A magnanimous presence that riled up the morale of the Titan Pirates, and even the citizens, by a notable measure.

Grabbing the nearby Den Den Mushi, he spoke. "Greetings, Titans. Today, we have intruders upon this island. My vision is telling me the Marines are foolishly attempting to divert our attention to the civilians with a simple tactic. To those who are curious, they are employing Tactic Number Four of my book, 'Divide and Conquer', with our humble civilians as bait. Of course...the Marines attached to us are rather foolish. By capturing hostages...they are only marring their own reputation. But indeed, they are Marines, and they will not willingly claim civilian lives. So let us ignore the spectres for now."

Claude coughed, he realized that he was rambling again. A bad habit of his, but what could he do..? Tactics were his favourite thing, after all. "Now then..." Claude began to speak, as he outstretched his free left arm to the sky, revealing four fingers. "Let us employ the same tactic against them and see how they fare. Bishop Veny, it is time for you to shake the seas, and destroy their ships!" Claude announced, with a grin appearing on his face.

Back on the ship...

"Tch, it seems like Lord Kurama is getting impatient with us, and we're just beginning the operation." It seems that Ein was slightly distressed after hearing the message administered by his superior, knowing well his ability to view what others are seeing via his mastery of Haki.

"Welp, I have to act. The cries of the island's citizens are distressing; but, as much as I hate to admit it, Hyoushimura is quite fitting in his role." As Ein said this, sunlight cloaked his body. Before he was in his standard Marine attire when on-duty, but now he was donning his battle gear — preparing to act on behalf of his Marines and "defeat" the villains at hand.

Spreading his wings and flying at breakneck speeds, he touched upon the island instantaneously. Soon after, his body glowed — the luminosity increasing by the second until his visage likened to the sun itself, with the skies turning a brilliant golden color. Soon after, streams of piercing light descended from the heavens — raining down on the citizens and the "evils" that haunted them.

Though it was like a warm shower to the citizens, it was the opposite of the spirits that plagued them. One-by-one they started to vanish as if they were purified. At the same time, those injured to various degrees slowly started to heal, as if all their pain and suffering started to melt away — replaced with a feeling of euphoria. The panic died down, peace was restored.

Looking towards the sky and marveling at its luminous color, some of the citizens started to pray, thanking the heavens for saving them at a dire hour. "Good, this is my chance." Using this opportunity, Ein called out to them. Due to being clad in light, his voiced bellowed — slightly deepening as the winds carried his message to the citizens below.

"Dear citizens of Kurona, I have come to liberate you from the evils that dare sire themselves as "justice". As you've witnessed, I saved those who were injured and dulled any sense of suffering amongst you. But... I apologize for those I couldn't save. In honor of their sacrifice, you must live. Thus, I will provide you a lifeline. Go to the edge of the island. There, Marine boats will escort you to safety. When you return, the island will be yours again and you'll be autonomous; none will govern over you."

The citizens were in awe of the message, and seeing the devastation that took place, they heeded Ein's message and made their way towards the edge of the island.

"Good, I've done my part." Ein was relieved that it went as well as expected, despite minor setbacks. However, this was quickly followed by the anticipation of the enemy revealing themselves. "Now, let's see if those four will come out since the distractions are gone." Since the citizens will be escorted off the island and into the Marine vessels, there will be no distractions for the upcoming battle.

The Marines hadn't done a sole mistake at that point, no, just when Claude had informed his partners of what was happening, Veny had been ready, it was 02:09:05PM according to the nearest clock. Preparations began when the fish informed him, however. Umidity, the presence of water upon another body or object, including the air itself, which was not spared, such was the ability of the Jujutsu practioners. Along with the flowing water of the tower and the river that connected directly into the ocean, towards the marines' direction, all of the umidity had been drawing in towards Veny, such that the river and the ocean below the ships got lower to the point the sand was more visible within the frame of a single second.

Upon arriving, each droplet of water stood like a wall before Veny, whose right arm's muscles nearly burst out of their flesh. Drop, drop. His left foot stood to the front and his right fist was drawn back, teeth grit, Veny's eyes never left the visage in front of him. Part of the tiles beneath his feet cracked.

Veny hadn't known whom specifically had come from the Marines, but, judging from Senpai's words, he couldn't just go easy. He couldn't help but wonder, however, upon noticing how the citizens floated and that a blinding light emcompassed the beach. Then again, he had never gone easy, or so he thought. The water continued to gather, the sound of droplets filling the streets, another second passed, the atmosphere was tainted with blue.

Upon his request, the fish schools he befriended managed to send several messages to all of their companions in the frontal vicinity of the island, including the ones swimming below the Marine Ships. A message of warning. Not a second later, all of them swum away to the left or to the right, whichever was closer, although there was certain difficulty. It was at that moment that the light expanded and emcompassed the floating citizens, Veny's eyes widened slightly, and the droplets went quiet.

Jujutsu did allow him to touch the water much like it were tangible, but, Veny was someone who could take it a step further through his usage of Karate. "Ogi..." He uttered, just before his attack launched. "Burukun."

Veny chose not to roar, he knew that whatever roar he spunged from his body would not be louder than what happened the next instant. In a scream, the air was torn apart by Veny's straight punch, several rings surrounded his arm, the ground behind him was pushed backwards along with part of the tower's base. Meanwhile, the blue of the atmosphere vanished away without any resistance and painted the atmosphere of the ocean instead, the water that stood before Veny shot forward without a whisper, before his fist even touched it, and went straight down the path of the river and into the ocean. The blow was certainly not aimed for the surrounding city, yet, with the ferocity it went forward part of the water caused a festival of steam explosions at the sides of the river, all appearing at the same time and likely disturbing Sophaur's work with the citizens, seeking to soak his sunlight. Similarly, the part of the island opposite to that one was engulfed in a gush of wind, the ocean behind it pushed back only a few meters.

Much like a whip, the water rispped at the atmopshere and hit the ocean in that same instant, creating another ain ring and provoking a loud hiss before the marine ships. A hiss that instantly grew into a below. More steam birthed from the strike and sent several explosions across the marine ships, the water ran away to the left, to the right, backwards, anywhere away from Veny's strike, everything rumbled, including the targets. The bottom of the sea was uncovered, its sides rising and rising until they were towering tsunamis which, too, ran away from the area and reached up to most of the highest clocktower's size, carrying away most of the fish with them. Even the sea behind the marine ships rose away into smaller tsunamis and divided, leaving all of them to fall into the sand and corals of the ocean's bottom. A spherical-shaped area was scarred upon that part of the sea, its borders made up of rising water as it refused to go back to where it stood previously.

Another glance upon the clock, Veny noted it to be 02:09:10PM and stood by there, reminding himself that once the strike was finished, his companions would rush right in. He knew this was not the decising blow to the fight.

Pure unadulterated awe was perhaps the only to describe the feeling currently coursing throughout every single fiber of Margaret's body as her mind tried to comprehend the situation that was unfolding before her very eye. As the awe faded from her mind the reality of what happened finally settled in and that alone was enough to silently send her nerves rattling about before she managed to wrestle control of them again as her eyes beheld the now empty harbor that was once wrapped up in the ocean's embrace, now it was a wide circular dome of pure sand, coral and dying sea life. "T-This is the power of those who server under a Yonko.... ,This is the power of the Titan Pirates." Were the thoughts of Margaret while still reeling from the effects of having the Sea literally ripped from beneath the marine vessel she was on, and for the first time in a longtime Fear grasped Margaret's heart as her standing within the world slowly became more pronounced, as for all her accomplishments she was still naught but a small fish in a sea of predators and upon that revelation her tightly guarded mentality shattered.

However where one might normally crumbled under such a life altering realization Margaret thrived, with the fear that gripped her heart still lingering another emotion one far stronger than the fear suddenly rocked throughout her body. Ever so slowly a smile began to form on her face as euphoria bubbled within her hear banishing the fear that gripped her heart to the side and with that action her body suddenly felt as light as a feather, her mind feeling more clearer than it ever has in her lifetime, and for the first time since her consumption of the Goro Goro no Mi she understood. Her brother often stated that when your mind is completely submerged with fear and your reality comes crashing down only the will you be able to perceive the world in it's truest beauty, something she finally understood as Clairvoyance began to take hold of her mind whistle her body began to move without command as if it already knew what it wanted.

Unbidden as a wealth of information flooded her mind, information she recognized as ideas she had previously in her closed mental state scraped and labeled as failures, now however with her new mentality she understood them saw her previous flaw and fixed them within seconds. However throughout all her ideas only one stood out the most currently one which she previously would have been unable to utilize properly. Steeling herself, she drew in a deep breath, kneading the ambient electricity within the air, willing it into her desired shape and form as her eyes shut and her hands clenched in concentration and steadied her breath, before her snapped open revealing them to be glowing with electricity. "Oeil Céleste" she ever so silently whispers into the wind as a large single eye made out of pure electricity eclipsed the sky creating a shadow over the town, before the began to rapidly search the entirety of the town before solely focusing on the town center at the very base of the clock tower and narrowing as it caught sight of Veny before as a single bolt of lightning sparked into existence from the center of the pupil revealing Margaret who proceed to deliver a powerful sucker punch to the fishman's face.

Valentine watched as the plan begun. The ghosts began to jump into the fray, running wild as they possessed and mutilated people. As the ghosts began to kill Valentine's eye twitched, this was not what was supposed to happen. This was not the way. But he liked it, he liked it a lot. He almost wanted to urge it to continue and burn them himself. But this was not the way Kurama wanted it. Almost on cue, the voice of the Fleet Admiral boomed in his head. There was nothing like a scolding from your boss delivered via haki. That shit sure as hell woke you up. "Well looks like my improv was worthless." Valentine thought. He was entirely aware that he wasn't exactly the best choice for the mission. His methods were not exactly clean, though not overly murderous either. It was partially due to his tendencies, the violence got him all heated up. Though despite his methods he was the senior to his entire team and the one to keep Hyoshimaru in check. He needed to start acting like that.

Before he could make an order though, the sea ripped itself from beneath them, breaking outwards to create a wall of sorts around the island, with them trapped inside. The seas were gone beneath them, they were suspended in midair for a brief moment, before the ships began to fall. "Well, this is wonderful." Valentine sighed as Ein and Margaret swiftly departed from the ship. Leaving only Hyoshimura and Valentine. He didn't even glance at Hyoshimaru, not trusting him to do the next task. As the ships fell the air warped beneath them as many massive etherial figures appeared, the souls of giants. They gripped the ships in their massive hands, saving them from crashing to the ground below. Valentine hopped from the ships, shooting into the sky. "Hyoshimura, cease your attack on the civilians and aim, ONLY for the pirate leaders." He spoke mentally to the man, using their own language of spirits. As for Valentine, he planned to stop the ocean. Hellfire erupted from his being, flying backwards into the wall of water. A towering flame was created that spread around the wall, coating the circumference in a colossal amount of fire. The water that even attempted to return to the wall would be burned away if it tried to come back through, for water could not extinguish the fires of hell.

The giants moved forwards, placing the ships upon the island's edge, the Marines would move out from there, storming the island from the land. "Margaret and Ein." Valentine spoke, using a similar haki communication method as Kurama. "Both of you focus a target, though I see you're already after one Margaret. The leaders are our main priority now." He closed the line, activating his own Kenbunshoku as he gazed over the island, locking onto a target. The area around him began to glow as multiple small crosses of fire began to form around him, though they seemed to be growing in power they did not grow in size. As he shot towards the island the crosses shot off into the sky, above the clouds.

The smell of blood, trembling of lightning and the familiar power of his fellow companion. Were what was passing on Koji's mind as the constant chaos spread further and he got closer. With his small, white fur trembling in every direction possible, he was able to sense everything that was happening, from Veny's aquatic attack to the marine's counter, bringing all of his attention to the nearest village.

Realizing the various situations, as he makes his way into the centre of the action, he understands that his options became limited. "Veny." Seeing his companion on a not so favourable position, Koji placing his arms on the ground began to press a great amount of strength seeing as the floor under him began to crack and his muscles to bulge. And right before finishing the previous action, he took a quick glance at his surrounding seeing both the demonic looking swordsman changing his focus from the civilians to Veny, as well as the one who decided to strike him.

Making the decision of finishing their meeting as quickly as possible, Koji used the force formerly used towards the ground and launch himself right into the young marine that was located near Veny. Travelling at an enormous speed he quickly imbued his right fist in a dark coloured armour directly onto her.

Veny truly wasn't the best at reading Haki, after all, he couldn't even remember any application from Kenbunshoku. Yet, his eyes were those of a hunter, of a predator, he could see his targets clearer and notice many actions within one, "Heh." He buffed out at the sight of lightning, not even covering his sight, palm held out whilst water travelled to gather at it in the shape of a sphere. Busoshoku procceeded to coat said hand, he was an idiot, but not ignorant to that point, to face lightning without protection was a great risk.

He did wonder why she didn't use Haki herself, however, though, it was a thought that lasted barely a single instant. For Veny was concentrated in using all the water to take Margaret out in a single precise blow, it was the Users' weakness after all. That amount of lightning exhibited could only be from a User.

Before he could fire off a response to Margaret's own punch, a large haki water fist, Veny's left eye caught sight of Kojimi. "Oh," Veny mouthed once again and the water on his hand instantly compressed into itself, further decreasing its size until it seemed to be a mere droplet. Since Kojimi was amidst this small battle, he couldn't afford to not concentrate his attacks, thus, Veny had to aim from a specific angle as to not damage his comrade.

Something he learned from fighting other forces of nature, Veny knew that simply using brute strength wasn't enough to add power to his water shot. Focusing all of his muscles and haki in his arm and not pressing his arm back, a common preparation for a punch, instead Veny pushed forward in a single whisper, with such delicacy that it seemed as if his arm vanished for a blink without leaving its place. The ground beneath him erupted away, a ring of air exploded from where he launched his attack even if it had no previous preparation, due to its compression it exploded into several shots so that they would hit her should she go any direction and, then, she would get disorientated. Even if it just grazed her, the water bullet could surely wound her flesh, Veny didn't know if she was a logia or not, but, he couldn't hold back either way.

Sensing the turmoil taking place in Margaret's direction, Ein decided that his intervention was necessary as two on one was both unfavourable and dishonourable. He was livid that the pirates would try to kill their citizens, who were being escorted to safety from the impending battle, but ganging up on another on top of that? Unforgivable.

"It seems another is approaching Margaret-san's direction at an incredible pace. Well, not on my watch!"

Turning his body into the sunlight and travelling at immense speeds, Ein caught up with the one called Kojimi — his newfound opponent. The sun shined brightly in the sky, and although his additional power was slowly waning with the passage of time due to the sun's position, it was still enough to thwart the efforts of the one he'll face.

Instantly, a large red orb formed in above the island — taking the visage of the sun itself; it slowly started to glow immensely gathering ample amounts of light and heat into its being. Upon Ein's mental suggestion, the orb fired a grandiose beam of fiery sunlight towards the direction of tiger mink, scorching the air and lighting itself aflame — turning into a large pillar of blazing energy that dwarfed most of the surroundings.

"Let's see how you counter this, tiger mink." Ein was hoping that this simple, yet powerful manoeuvre would give him some insight into the opponent's abilities, fully knowing that such a tactic would be easily countered.

The beam of sunlight never reached Kojimi. A shadow fell across the running pair, a giant of a man appearing behind them and in front of the sunbeam. He was facing towards the pair, his right arm outstretched towards the two.

The beam of light raged into the giant's back, but it would find no purchase. Marcus stood within the heat and light, unflinching and unwavering in the strike. By the time it finished, anyone could see that Marcus suffered little to no damage from the strike.

Now it was time for him to Divide and Conquer, just like their tactician said. Ein would find his path impeded, a rapidly widening web of cracks marring the air in front of him. He would be divided from Kojimi, and his companion would be conquered by the Titans in short order as the web of cracks expanded greatly, aiming to encapsulate the trio in a dome as it separated her from her teammates so she could be removed from the fight in short order.

Marcus had taken his fruit much farther than the last known wielder and had become a Hardening Human. He was capable of hardening things he was in contact with. Indeed a single crack could be seen forming from the barrier to his outstretched hand, the hardened air stretching from him his hand to the dome that threatened to spell the downfall of the overzealous Marine.

Then Marcus decided to make the choices harder. His left arm flashed out, a line of blackened air leaping from his fingertips, hardened air reinforced with Haki. The line flashed through the forest, drawing a line at the centre of the Marine ship, threatening to cut it amidships even at this distance.

Then almost as if these events were a signal flag, the Titan grunts who hadn't succumbed to the ghosts moved, rushing into the village to grab every civilian they could in an effort to complete the evacuation of the island into the bunkers that had been prepared in case of invasion. All of the residents outside the primary village had already finished their evacuation, the ghosts just had prevented this village's until now. But thanks to Ein, the recovery could proceed before the Marines finished clearing the beach in large enough numbers to matter.

Marcus himself thudded along even as he continued spreading the dome, approaching the second marine to enter the fray with little fanfare. Hopefully, the Marines learned a valuable lesson today. Trying to Topple a Titan was a good way to get smashed underfoot.

"Hmmm..." Claude overlooked the battlefield with his senses and found everything moving according to plan. All of the Marines were occupied in their own battles, and there was only one target that seemed to notice his own presence. "The Calamity Fiddler...is it?" He grinned, not out of malicious intent, but out of sheer enjoyment. If somebody could engage the great Monopoly Claude in a battle of tactics...it was a matter of joy!

Claude wove his arm upwards into the air, with a single finger pointing to the clear sky. An orb of crimson energy formed at his fingertip, rapidly increasing in size, while Claude stood still, composed. "Queen's Rain!" Claude's eyes had been closed, and his senses awoke. Every aspect of the battlefield became absolutely clear to him. He could see, hear, feel the gameboard at his fingers, and accordingly, pinpointed the key players that needed to be targeted.

"Tactic Number Seven: 'Hand Over Heart.' Let us see how you protect your subordinates, Akaoni." Claude thought aloud, uncaring if his enemies heard his intentions. A masterful tactician did not need to hide his plans, for they would be successful in the open! In the next moment, the enormous sphere of red energy rose into the air, before it began to rip itself apart, splitting at its seams and releasing a colossal number of smaller spheres of energy that rained across the battlefield in select locations.

At the very least, twenty explosive spheres of energy were headed to every Marine-affiliated combatant within this battlefield, while avoiding his own allies, as each sphere was expertly guided by the tactician's constantly-moving mind. This was not a move meant to kill, but it would force Valentine into action. This was especially true considering his subordinate, the one known as Margaret, was in the most danger from being defeated by this attack.

"Kojīmi." The tactician spoke, transmitting his voice through Haki to the tiger Mink, "I am sending explosives to that girl's way. Use Tactic Number Twenty: 'Hide and Pounce,' and use my explosions as cover to kidnap that girl. We shall cripple these Marines using their precious, foolish, and weakest link."

The roar of a cleft sea, the crackling of rising hellfire, the buzz of an eager lightning bolt: wonderful sounds, followed by blows of burning essence, red as blood and black as death. Chaos, a maelstrom of chaos singing everywhere in the land of broken mechanisms! The Phantom Shogun was ecstatic, drowning in the blissful melody of discordance and dismay. One sound only ringed sweeter in his ears: the impotent whelp of hatred-filled despair. Something those Titan were quite eager to evoke in the Marines, with their waltzing of strategies as smooth as a clockwork. That Hyoshimaru would not allow, for only he, master of life and death, could dispense utter terror as he saw fit.

“I shall defend our pup, Valentine-san,” Hyoshimaru spoke back in the unholy tongue. “''Civilians shall not suffer further arm for my assault. That doesn’t mean my puppet show shall stop there: contrary to what our glorious commander has commanded, there is always a greater point behind each of my action, not matter how gratuitously debauched it may see at a first, superficial glance”. ''His voice turned acrid: a lecture from Kurama was the kind of speech he could aspect from a great leader reining back his most unruly subordinates to the true spirit behind their war. Everybody in his position and with such power at his command would have kept tight control over one tyke-bomb like Hyoshimaru, was loyalty was truly only a matter of personal interest and sadistic curiosity. None of those reasons made Hyoshimaru wanting to peel the Bastard Fox’s skin away bit by bit and ripping off his screaming soul any less.

But then again, not even he could argue with the results: in less than minute, the Titan Pirates had recklessly dissipated any love citizens may hold for them, and our saintly angel had replaced had replaced such affection with the glitter of miracles. Fools, all of them were dumb fools. Specially to consider that his army of ghosts would just wither away after Ein admittedly impressive light show.

Sometimes, a blade must reamin sheathed in its scabbard until the very end to deliver an unseen strike. When Ein summoned his holy sun powers to exorcise the demons, Hyoshimaru had ordered his Onryo to take shelter in the closest shelter they could find, which was the basement and soil of Kurona itself. The legion Hyoshimaru had brought brimmed with hatred for the Titan Pirates, but in a way that did not detract from intricate reasoning: without even a need for him to command, they had scattered throughout the island and followed the trace of the strongest fighters like moths do with flames. He could see what they saw, even from stone and metal, and her things one wants to keep unknown, such as strategies and battleplans. That battle had just begun, and he had already gripped the entire island in his web with no one being the wiser sans mayhap Akaoni, if he had bothered looking the lurking swarm of specters with his demonic eyes.

The most immediate role, however, was to be taken by the cohort he had kept above; many of those were still enthralling the lesser pirates they had fished, whom they kept airborne like dolls on invisible strings. Still uttering laughs and curses, they threw themselves and their meat puppets against the crimsons spheres with total abandon. There were rose flashes and aborted cries; soon after, a much darker hue of red poured on the rowdy sea below. The ghosts inside emerged from the bloody cocoon, howling with hellish joy. The phase of the onslaught was over, and every potential Marine victim was saved and paid with the splattering remains of a Titan mook.

Margaret was the exception: the samurai had better targets for the blow intended to her than a mere pawn. Many wandering spirits came together, forming two unholy process shimmering like comets in the dark. The two tails rushed to the Mink and the Marine Lieutenant, diving deep in each of their bodies.

“Do not panic, woman,” Hyoshimaru spoke in Margaret mind with a reassuring tone, an intent as unlikely as they come for the Phantom Shogun. “''Let the spirit give you the extra push and avoid those troublesome spheres and water droplets. Do not oppose any resistance, lest not suffer the same fate befallen on these possessed pirates''”.

He could not expect the same cooperation from the Mink: the warrior was strong, he had a will powerful enough to resist and, eventually, overwhelm most attempts at possessing him. Hyoshimaru only needed to take advantage of the surprise and his forward momentum to steer him right in front of the hovering explosive beams.

“Valentine-san, I would like you to keep the tactician busy before he can maneuver his feline partner back”. He spoke to the the demonic Vice Admiral. “''Time is of the essence when it comes to slippery bastards of such mettle. I will keeping a corpse close to Margaret, should the worst predicament transpire''”.

That was also especially true of the blade of Haki and smoke tearing air asunder just in front of him. Blows like such require immediate and forceful action. Hyoshimaru form gleamed with blue, he vanished from the Marine vessel and appeared just between the huge man and the vessel. He grinned with pleasure: dealing pain and spilling blood with his own blade was a pleasure on its league, something mandate killings from ghosts could never quite hope to match.

Feet well balance and slightly bent torso: that was the beginning of his swordsmanship, the art of butchering men and walk away in one, fluid motion. He gripped on his trusted blade, baring the slightest amount skin. An icy fog exuded from the sword’s thread, its surface was covered with rime: that was the chill of the underwood, the best way to fight an attack based on heat. Hyoshimaru drew and folded his sword in true Iaido fashion against Marcus attack, bending with the grace of a willow and the speed of lightning. The two cutting trails became one, of which he controlled motion and purpose. The rapt blade flew back to the gargantuan man, seeking to hit him right in the middle of his nasal bridge with the double the strength.

"The Monopoly himself, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Valentine called to the man, he himself grinning as well. The two men stared at each other briefly before Claude acted. Valentine watched as the man created a large ball of energy and began to cause it to split apart and rain down towards the city. He acted quickly, as hounds of hellfire appeared and rapidly moved towards the falling spheres, consuming them as the energy was harmlessly burned within them. Hellfire could burn anything in the mortal world, even other fire and heat. Though as Valentine noticed Hyoshimaru moving his own pawns to defend from them he ceased his hound creation and turned his full focus to Claude. "If you don't protect them I'm going to burn your soul away." Valentine responded to Hyoshimaru's constant talk, choosing to keep it short and sweet. Though his threat was very real.

"Four Queens just won't do." He mocked. "Four, five, six, seven, and eight, all diamonds. Looks like I win this hand so I'll show you some real power. Straight Flush!" The sky became alight with fire as a massive ball of flames formed in the clouds, growing to hover over almost the whole island. The heat it radiated was intense, it could be felt on even the streets but it was particularly hot above atop the clock towers. "Any closer and I'd probably set the island on fire." He laughed as the sun-like orb began spitting spheres of fire that rained down from above, almost homing in on Claude's position. Meanwhile other spheres fell outwards, towards the edges of the island and the sea. Those specific ones the ones would eventually stop and linger in the air. Forming a scattered pattern around the entire island.

"Tactic Number Twelve: 'Show of Force'? How dull." Claude yawned, looking upon the streams of hellfire that were rought. There was no doubt immense power radiating from them, but at the end of the day, it was all still fire. Waving his hand outwards, he mimicked the creation of Valentine's hellfire spheres. However, his own did not burn. They were simply a crimson, pure red that were soon tinged with a pitch black. These gargantuan spheres followed the trails of Valentine's spheres, and blanketed the sky in explosions. He could not completely cover the island from the Vice Admiral's hellfire, but managed to ensure his own subordinates were not caught in the crossfire.

"Let us stop playing around. A match between two elites does not require the presence of so many pieces." Claude telepathically spoke to the Vice Admiral, urging him to come up to where he was and fight mano-a-mano. Overlooking the battlefield once more, he found the biggest threat of all these opponents was no doubt the man who manipulated the undead. But he was confident in his allies' skills. No matter what they were faced with, these Marines would not win without suffering a loss, that was for certain.

Burn the Beast
Though many had died in the process, the Titan grunts had done their jobs, with the civilians all for the most part fleeing towards the central tower and the bunkers beneath. The seastone used in the construction should fully protect them from the ghosts as well. It would also help that the giant fireball that Valentine produced would cement any Narrative about the Marine's willingness to destroy the civilians that might already be at play.

At the moment however, Marcus didn't really have the time to think about any political and moral intricacies that may be going on in the background. After all he had two high ranking opponents to deal with at once.

Marcus watched the slash be redirected out of the corner of his eye as he watched both of his enemies carefully. The swordsman was definitely going to be annoying to deal with. But he wouldn't have earned such a widespread reputation if he wasn't.

Marcus shifted more towards the Shogun as his mouth opened to reveal the inky blackness within.

Marcus released a mighty bellow, the darkness pouring from his mouth as his stomach deflated, the air he had been kneading with will power within his belly pouring out in a torrential gust aimed straight at the lick. A wall of black formed, this first bellow exceeding all the others in strength as it had been infused with will for weeks, if not months.

The flying slash was the first to impact the wall of black wind, cutting in slightly as it first slowed, then stopped, and then finally dragged back towards the Shogun as an attack within an attack.

Trees were pulled up by the force of the bellow, being dragged along with its dark embrace. The Shogun wouldn't be able to redirect this attack.

At the same time Marcus pointed his unoccupied left hand across his chest towards Ein, blackened air flowing around his fingers as it hardened. The blasts of it shot off, each the size of the smaller man's fist as Marcus flicked the hardened air towards him in a manner similar to Shigan.

This would be the time when the pair experienced the Bellow of the Beast.

As the bellow finished, Marcus's abs could be seen, though his stomach was starting to slowly inflate again.

Seeing how such a large attack was produced by the equally-large Pirate, Ein could only react in the appropriate manner; however, upon closely observing the sudden change in attack — the air-enhanced technique being compressed and scattered similar to Shigan, Ein has no choice but to go on the defensive.

Gevurah: Erelim

As Ein stated the technique's name, a blue sun — known as the Bufuamun, formed around his person instantly and staving off the assault; however, the force was enough to push him back a great deal — sending him flying some ways.

"Though I remain uninjured, that Giant packed quite the punch. Such an amazing attack." Despite being in a life-or-death battle, he couldn't help but compliment his opponent. However, he didn't have time to relax, as he sees Anthony inflating once more. Given his size, this attack will do something extraordinary if it isn't halted on time.

"Sorry, but I'm going to have to stop what you're doing." As Ein made the self-statement, multiple orange orbs much larger than Ein himself started to form around his person, continually multiplying in great number. Soon, they started to take on a reddish-orange color; it was then that they started to take on the shape of various weapons: swords, clubs, scythes, arrows, any weapon that Ein could imagine at that moment.

"Sorry Lord Kurama. I'm going to steal a page from your book if I'm going to defeat this enemy". It seems that Ein wasn't done; he then imbued these weapons with Haki, enhancing their durability while bypassing any Devil Fruit power they may have in their possession. Normally, this would be taxing on any Haki user, but like the Fleet Admiral and Admirals respectively, Ein has massive reserves of Haki at his disposal, all of which has been refined over decades of combat and specific training regiments.

Upon completion, Ein can only call out the names technique — derived from the ancient tongue of his people.

Hod: Nephilim

Upon his signal, the weapon-shaped, Haki-infused sun orbs began to spin rapidly gaining momentum and increasing their already massive offensive potential. Upon a wave of his hand, he fired them off at great speed at Anthony's direction — creating friction and gathering large amounts of heat as it traveled. He only prayed that he would make it on time, and most possibly back up his ally simultaneously.

The black bellow rushed against Hyoshimaru like a black avalanche, a massive bellow of darkness which completely overshadowed his dim glom. Bread and butter for the Phantom Shogun, as it was in dark weathers and roaring storms that Onryo thrived and conquered. Cackling in defiance, he floated few palms from the grounds, placing its sword in parallel. His breath, coated in black ichor, faced the incoming storm, bracing for its full impact.

The bellow met little resistance in the warrior with no mass, less than one found in leaf against the blowing wind. Hyoshimaru found himself hurled by the pressing gale, catapulted away from the battlefield and miles in the sea behind Kurona. Such wind would have massacred most warrior without fall, tearing their flesh and smashing their bones if they opposed it steadfast and yet stiff resistance. But the Phantom Shogun had a body with no skin to peel or bones to break while summoning his Devil Fruit power: force was of no threat for him by itself, only the Haki with which it was infused. With his own blackened sword, he was reining back the brunt of the beast roar, ambition grinding against ambition in a screeching stalemate. He followed the suit with the rest of body, shrouding him with Haki to protect himself from maverick whirlwinds.

Needles of air slashed parts of Hyoshimaru’s flesh; he did not bleed, but pain ensued in copious amount. Joyous pain, as the Phantom Shogun could not feel but happiness whenever there was suffering and misery, which included its own to a certain extent.

“Splendid, splendid!” He bellowed, even if he knew his compliment would have been lost in the maelstrom before reaching his desired target. “Antony Marcus, your strength is indeed remarkable, a colossus among Titans in strength and power! Still, you are but one man…”

Hyoshimaru had not the power to hold back the storm indefinitely on its own, so it had to rely on outside help to best the bellow: he had brought plenty of it, in many of the angry spirits encroaching the island. They poured out in droves from the innermost district of Kurona, the clocktowers where Monopoly and Akaoni were commencing their battle, flying toward their lord to give him help. Each of them was clad in pale wisps; together, the looked like a flock of fireflies irresistibly attracted to a source of light. As they came by his side, Hyoshimaru opened his mouth in a manic rictus; the wills threw themselves inside it, as willing food for the ghost.

Hyoshimaru strength rose with every ghost he gorged on. His mane of hair became encrusted with a carpet of flames, his eyes turned into small cerulean pyre. The pale glow which exuded from his body rose in a chilling bonfire, whose light alone could freeze the heart and soul of men: a suitable complement for the bellow, in color and in power. Hyoshimaru pushed back the blow with renewed strength, not a victim anymore of the enemy wind. His katana, once fluttering like reed, had found new firmness against the bundle of blades. Time for defense was over: the Phantom Shogun tilted his blade once more, drawing it deeply in the gale, where it caressed the unruly streams forming its bulk. At last, he bent the currents under its thread.

“We, on the other hand, are Legion!” He whispered, hundreds of voices in one. His blade swung in a bright arc, shaping the lion’s share of the tamed wind in a funneled blade while dispersing the rest. A second strike of Iaido followed, ten times stronger and faster and perhaps with even more masterful execution. Given how Erin was trying to skewer the Titan with an upfront sun, Hyoshimaru slash slithered on the ground with more blitzing pace, striking at Marcus’s feet while he was busy drinking gallons of air. A grass snake helping a lion to kill an elephant.

Marcus smirked a bit as his original objective had been completed. The marine ship was no more, shattered into a hundred pieces along with most of its crew when the Shogun put more emphasis on protecting himself than the grunts behind him. The dead Titans had been avenged with the deaths of all the Marines remaining on the beach and ship. It was a waste of life that could have been avoided if the Marines hadn't decided to be so aggressive and attack this peaceful island directly.

By the time that the Shogun had stopped his backwards travel, the sea had been dyed red by the bodies of the fallen Marines. Some had cleared the beach and were moving through the deserted town, it's inhabitants already having fled into the bunkers where the ghosts could not reach them. The remaining Titan grunts had followed them.

But now Marcus had bigger things to worry about. A series of blackened suns in the shape of weapons roared towards him as the Shogun prepared his counterplay. To top it off Marcus was stuck in one place as he maintained the dome, which he was currently repairing after Veny went a bit overboard.

Blackened cracks started radiating out from Marcus's body as he reinforced his defence in preparation to receive the vice admiral's attacks head on. They webbed and weaved their way out as he cocooned himself in a smaller dome of hardened air. Marcus was known as the big shield for a reason, even among the Titan Pirates, the strongest crew in the world, his defence and durability were top notch.

The first few weapon shaped suns failed to find purchase at all, breaking up upon impact with the hardened air. However, each one found a bit more purchase after capitalizing on the previous impacts. Even then, Marcus was confident his defence would hold out until Ein tried something else.

Then the Shogun's slash arrived, biting and tearing at the web of blackened wind. The sheer amount of Haki involved in the thousands of consumed souls added to the Shogun's and his own made for a deadly combination, allowing the slash to slowly start making its way through the barrier.

Marcus thought quickly to come up with a solution to his situation, even if it was a bit risky.

The slash, which had been aimed straight at him, started to shift to the side as Marcus selectively weakened parts of his barrier in order to direct the vicious flying slash away from himself. It would be drawn further to the side as it found the easier path forward.

But pure defense wasn't the name of the game here. Marcus drew the slash further and further around him as the suns kept trying to bring down his barrier. He had a target in mind. As the slash finally reached the point where it had almost turned completely around, Marcus let go of his barrier.

Tangled cracks of black faded away as the dome faded from existence, allowing the enemy's techniques to move freely, straight into each other. Sun after sun was rent asunder by the slash, their Haki failing to the combined haki of the Shogun and Marcus that permeated the attack, as it raced down the field, aimed straight between the arms of the angel.

However, not all of the suns came straight from Ein, the tail end of the barrage seizing its chance to finally reach Marcus.

The large man was engulfed in several massive explosions, with only his body, haki, and fruit to protect him as the resulting shockwave shook the island.

A large smoking crater appeared where Marcus stood, a large shadow moving around inside, appearing to continue to increase in size as Marcus's gut continued to refill. It was obvious he had felt the attack, though with the smoke in the way how much was hard to discern.

Marcus let out a wordless roar as one of the Shadow's arms reached out and seemed to keep stretching before a pillar of blackened cracked sky shot out of the smoke, also aiming to smite the Angel for his transgressions, easily the size of the huge man's arm. A blackened hand could be seen receding into the smoke in the pillar in its wake. However injured Marcus was one thing was for certain, he definitely wasn't out.

Approaching fast to his location, this blackened tower dared tried to "ground" Ein — taking him from his vantage point while heavily injure him in the process, putting him at a disadvantage; this is something the Sky-Dweller can't allow.

"This is starting to get intense, but it wouldn't be worth a true battle otherwise." As the attack closed in, Ein formed the Gevurah: Erelim defense once more. As the attack clashed with the blue sun barrier he formed, because it was hastily made, barrier shattered under pressure and Ein was sent flying to a distance — taking moderate damage.

Though he was sent flying, he was able to soften his fall by using his wings as leverage and utilizing the Seraphic Arts to manipulate the air as a "counter-force". While he was sent hurdling to the ground, the impact wasn't as great as it should've been.

"Tch, this is getting a bit out of hand, and we haven't got that far into the battle yet. As expected, a high-level Yonko pirate is no joke. This Marcus has my utmost respect." Covered in wounds and scratches and his head suffering some moderate bleeding, it wasn't enough to impede the Skypeian Vice Admiral.

Though he was a distance away, it puts him at a slight advantage. Now, he can prepare for his attack unperturbed. He also relied on his partner to act as a distraction while he made the necessary preparations.

Flying into the sky, he reached far into the atmosphere at breakneck speeds miles above the island; he wanted to be near the sun, and gain its power if he wants to utilize one of his more powerful techniques. Spreading his various pairs of wings, he gathered large amounts of sunlight, his body steadily glowing until he was alit in a golden hue.

This continued until the sky itself was bathed in a bright golden texture and the surroundings became steadily warmer. Typically, such effects cleared away the remnants of the artificial weather left on the island. It was then that Ein's entire being was surrounded in a large glowing orb of sunlight that mimic's the sun's appearance.

"Let's see how you handle this attack, Anthony." On Ein's command, a large pillar of heavily concentrated sunlight was fired down to Anthony's location, large enough to engulf his body and potent enough to cause long-term damage to both the giant and possibly the surroundings.

Kochos Hanefesh: Emunah

Stating the technique's name mentally, the large pillar traveled at breakneck speeds to Anthony's attention. As it traveled, the air started to shift and sway, like a heat haze; this was a clear sign of how the technique affected the surroundings. In addition, the heat become even more intense and the light became brighter. The force behind this technique would be enough to cause the lands below to quake and create a great pressure. Reaching his location, the intensity was such that even those in other parts of the battle would surely noticed.

Ein can only wonder how the giant will respond, but one thing's for sure: this attack isn't something that one could take likely.

Shock the Shark (And Cat)
With her bright blue eyes still glowing with electricity Margaret stares down her two opponents across from her having distanced herself from her initial target after her failed attack on Veny due to the interference of the Mink and her "surprising" rescue from what would of been a devastating attack as in her haste and newly found clarity forgot to take into account that the Titan’s knew and had mastered Haki to a respectable degree.

"This situation has truly became really troublesome" Thought Margaret as her eyes drift from Veny to Kojimi while her mind began to think of various strategies before she manipulated the electricity around her and simultaneously sending bolts of longing towards the two titan members in order to test their reactions and hopefully find an opening.

Something Veny would never say would be that he was pretty good when it came to reading other's auras or anything of the sort. Regardless, he had been a combatant for quite a large portion of his life, Marcus' tactic would only help them. By the time that the plan to capture Margaret was laid out, Veny was already pushing himself forward, so that he closed the distance put by Margaret. His eyes were those of a hunter, even better than most normal sharks', his preys couldn't get away easily if they were still on his field of vision.

Could their opponent read auras? Could they predict attacks with electricity? To where would they dodge? Those thoughts lingered not long in Veny's mind, his body shooting forward along the water much like a missile, instants after he passed the rest of the ground would break. Fist drawn back, Veny had coated his entire arm with his Busoshoku, making sure to engulf it both internally and externally, so that the lightning wouldn't travel through it, even the air surrounding it seemed to budge.

"Gosen-maigawara Seiken," Veny grunted out, pressing his blurring right fist forward at Margaret's figure. A sonic boom hissed from behind him, exploding away along with the water in the atmosphere, another one hissed from in front of Veny, seeking to hit Margaret before the very fist even collided against her figure. Despite its following large sound, the impact started much like a whisper, concentrated into the Marine as to give her the full force of its power.

Though lightning was fast and maybe this woman had something more, the water that would break off would expand largely from Veny's fist, going offwards much like an ever-growing sphere. Much like before, Veny had to make sure that even if she dodged it, she would somewhat be affected by his attacks, Fishman Karate was to affect the water around and, surely, even a lightning human was still made of water.

Were Margaret hit or not, the scenario in front of Veny's strike was swiftly washed away with the exploding water. When it met Marcus' dome, it was confronted by its resistance, though, after a few seconds... the dome bloated at the area it was hit and expanding water pierced through. It procceeded to ravage the houses behind it, either pushing them away or completely demolishing them.

After witnessing the incoming debating attack that Veny launched Margaret couldn’t help but wonder if she once again underestimated her opponent before brushing that thought aside as she clearly realized that she didn’t the problem later in the fact that she never expected him to be beyond the scale she had limited her mentality to perceiving which in itself was a mistake and something she promised herself she would undoubtedly fix as she willed her body to move while subconsciously channeling Busoshoku Haki to her midsection to lessing the blow that would undoubtedly hit regardless of any action she should take.

Perhaps this was a mistake, one that she should undoubtedly avoid was what the rational portion of her brain was yelling however the newly awakened clairvoyant portion easily argued that it wouldn’t be the most stupid think they had done and the beneficial outcome from this reckless behavior would be good. Would this really benefit her, would the pain be worth the out come, would her plan even work against such a powerful foe. These were the thoughts running throughout her mind as the impact from Veny’s attack hit her causing her to grit her they in unbelievable pain, as she felt her very soul rattle and her bones quake for the split second that his fist meet her stomach before her body dispersed into a flurry of sparks that scattered and filtered across the water that Veny had accumulated before she reassembled behind him launching a lighting fast Haki covered fist towards Veny sending him flying towards Kojimi before dropping to her knees and coughing up some blood before once again turning into lighting and speeding up the clock tower.

Terrorize the Tactician
The heat of the "sun" above the island still beat down on them. "Oh man you're already using haki." Valentine nodded to the explosions that lit up the sky. Many of the hellfire balls over the ocean still stood but most of those over the city had gone. "Oh well, guess we're gonna have a hell of a good time." He was quite certain his comrades would be fine, allowing him to focus entirely on his fight with Claude. The devil grinned, teleporting a good distance behind Claude. With his immediate resurgence a wave of black flames shot from him, threatening to once again consume the clocktower. The haki enhanced flames would eat away even Claude's haki enhanced explosions this time.

This was an attack aimed at the clocktower, and although Claude was dismayed at its destruction, ultimately it meant he could avoid the attack with greater ease. Claude dashed off the clocktower's perimeter to the right of the flames' trajectory and kept his physical eyes closed the whole time, while the eye of his had remained wide open. The tactics that Valentine used did not amuse him in the slightest, but if a long-ranged battle of grandeur would be disadvantageous to the tactician, then he would not make use of such tactics.

Claude opted to keep himself elevated by using his own mines as footholds, constantly producing crimson red energy spheres at his feet. At the same time, he shot forward to close the distance, making use of the explosions from his Devil Fruit power as propulsion. With tremendous speed, Claude had already appeared before Valentine, with his arms covered in black energy radiating with explosive force, intending to use the small opening that Valentine had presented to batter him with close-ranged explosions across the entirety of his torso.

The blacks flames consumed the tower reducing the upper portion to nothing as they lingered in the air, awaiting the further will of their master. Valentine grinned as he watched them overtake the tower, though Claude had dashed out of the way. With his Kenbunshoku still active from earlier in the assault, Valentine watched Claude. To his eyes the man wasn't moving fast at all, gingerly hopping from orb to orb. It was almost as if time itself had slowed to a crawl. As Claude neared him, Valentine readied himself quickly creating a flaming cross in his hand. It was then that some of the black flames formed points, launching themselves at Valentine. With Claude's focus on Valentine, he might not notice them before it was too late. Right as Claude was about to make his attack Valentine disappeared from view.

Teleporting below Claude as he released the cross and then appearing further down the line from his original position. This was the moment of his attack. As the black spears fired on Claude from his left, the cross exploded, releasing a wave of scarlet hellfire at him from below. "Tactic number 894: Attacking." Valentine mocked, four more hellish crosses beginning to form behind his person.

There was little elegance or tact in the maneuvers used by his opponent, and it caused Claude to become bemused. If Valentine thought a shoddy attempt at a surprise attack would work, he would have it coming for him. As he noticed the assault from below and from the tower itself, he used the only maneuver appropriate. Concentrating his explosive power at his skin, Claude turned what was essentially his body into a livinh mine. In the next moment, a spherical shockwave of black energy, littered with enormous explosions in every centimeter, radiated outwards, repelling the scarlet and black flames by their sheer concentrated power, allowing Claude to safely move out of their range once again.

Unlike his witty comments before, all Claude could really do was form a face of irritation at his opponent's conduct. In the next moment, ftom his body surrounded in black energy, he concentrated the explosive power to his palms, sending out crescent waves of explosive force that were intended to entrap Valentine from all directions in a bid to cause significant injury.