Battle of El Dorado

Calm before a Storm
Legs had sailed ahead of the remainder of her fleet upon her own flagship, Justice, a massive, island sized fortress on the seas. Despite only being a single ship, it required virtually an army for it to function properly. On board, there were dozens of shipwrights and engineers scurrying around to ensure that it would run at max efficiency, and thousands of men on-board to man the hundreds of cannons and weaponry that constituted it. Still, this was common practice. She would often do damage with her flagship, and then send in her fleet so secure the rest, when she was directly involved. A majority of the time, it was Wolfgang’s job to travel around the world, conquering in her name, but now, he was off doing some great deeds in her name…or maybe not. He was a tad bit uncontrollable. Loveable, but uncontrollable.

Legs sat up from her seat, pulling herself from her slumber. Such was the common practice before a battle. She often ate and napped to conserve her energy. It was a practice she was used to. She learned It as a child on Wano and retained the habit even into her early fifties. She stood up, stepped into her elevator at the end of her office, and waited as she was carried ten stories down onto the deck of the ship, where her executives of the crew waited patiently. She could always pick them out. While a majority of her army ran around desperately preparing for battle, they were seen waiting, smiling, and enjoying the peace before the storm.

She stepped from the elevator, approaching the circle of people that awaited her: Wynn Erin, Jack Frost, Thatch Vincent, Zahara Annabeth, and Draco D. Indiana. “Erin,” Legs begun formally, “I want to thank you for joining us on this expedition today. You’re going to be pivotal to our plans when we reach El Dorado in an hour.” She turned to face the remainder of her executives, smiling as she did so. “Which, I hope you all remember, it to stay on the boat until I signal otherwise. We want to survey things out first, and there is no doubt that they’ve seen us coming. Suggestions, questions, concerns?”

Erin smiled at Legs. "Not a problem at all, I'm happy to disrupt the plans of the World Government. If I recall correctly this is a colony of Marines and World Government employed workers who mine gold for the Celestial Dragons right." He spoke.

"That's what she said to ya isn't it." Thatch sighed, twirling a sleek dagger in his hand. "Money comes out and the Celestial Dragons snatch get their pay to foster their vicious slave cycle again and again." Thatch sighed. He didn't really care about anyone on the island or their reasoning for whatever they were doing. He just wanted some new experimental data.

"Precisely why we're doing all this, kill those World Government bastards and take those shitty Celestial Dragons gold." Erin cheered. He was quite excited for all of this. Getting the government back for all the terrible things they'd done and an island full of terrible people getting shut down all in one blow.

"So Legs, do you really think we need all this for an island? I feel like most of us could take them down on our own. Regardless though I'm just ready to kill something and go back to my lab." Thatch spoke before turning to Annabeth. "How've you been recently, stilling working as hard as ever for the health of our crew?" His tone was much more cheery when speaking to her.

Jack seemed to have been in his own world for a moment. His mind wandering off as if it were a stray boat out at sea. On that boat, were the thoughts and memories of a little loud mouth brat he'd seemingly found himself tagged with more than often. He was, Buster D. Zack, adoptive son of Legs herself.

All Jack could hear in his head was, "You long-braided jackass." Over and over again like a broken record. Normal, one would find themselves annoyed but Jack seemed to have been pleased with it, as just the thought caused him to close his eyes as if it were some sort of good tasting food.

"That damned brat." He thought to himself, pausing to think about all the trials they'd faced together. "You better not die before I can see you again, Zack."

The opening of the elevator was like a signal to snap back to reality. "Erin hasn't been around for that long, Captain Legs," As he spoke, a cold mist left his mouth capable of causing those on the ship to shiver, "And I most certainly choose not to belittle his skills. But, don't you think it's a bit too early to trust him with pivotal duties? Again, this is by no means any disrespect to you, Erin."

A cup of tea at hand, Draco D. Indiana took a ship of it, before speaking, "As powerful together as we all are, Vincent." He mused, eyes closed. "Don't let it get to your head, lad." Another sip. Unlike Legs, Indiana had a different ritual before any battle, and that was to drink just any kind of tea.

He paid no mind at all towards Legs' comment to this Erin lad, after all, Indiana had never been one to warn Legs, he had never been one to feel jealous. Indiana trusted that Legs knew her own matters. For someone who had lived so long with Legs, such as Indiana, he could very well say that words weren't everything.

"Chill a bit, Jack-chan." Indiana opened one eye to glance at his companion, cup close to his mouth as he blew some air into it. "We have built several schemes for this attack, and the important is remembering that we are together in this, hmmmm," Indiana smiled, shrugging slightly. "Though, El Dorado certainly is a nice place! I'm looking forward to delving into it whenever possible."

"Yes, Indiana!" Legs announced, "Not the El Dorado thing, but about the scheme bit. Look, Jack. Thanks for your concern, I expect no less, but Erin is a trusted comrade of Thatch, and if Thatch trust him with his life I trust him with mine. Plus, even if he does betray us, Annabeth will help us out. Her job is to keep us alive after all," Legs joked, laughing following her statement.

Anna sat back, her expression bored. She was of the same mind that they brought far too many for a simple island. She shrugged. "I've been well; busy coordinating health networks and navigating tensions between ethnic/traditional medicine and the practice of more modern remedies. Progress is being made though," Anna responded.

She smirked. "I could always attach you to a tree. You're tall enough to be one anyway."

Legs chuckled at Annabeth's joke. "Yes, I guess that is true. But, let me be serious for like two minutes." Legs scratched her throat to verbalize her transition.

"To clarify, there is no room for failure; I will not tolerate it here. This island is important, moreso than important, it is essential in our empire's success. The gold reservoirs on this place almost dwarf the remaining reservoir of gold we have available in our Empire, and as we continue to grow, we need to acquire more resources. To hire more men, doctors, shipwrights, to maintain our nation, we require more funds, and this one island can supply us enough money to live as Kings and Queens for decades," Legs continued to speak.

"This is an opportunity to depower our enemies and empower ourselves. Do I make myself clear in that failure will have severe repercussions?"

Jack turned his attention to Indiana, who'd been doing his usual tea sipping. At times, his ritual reminded him of woman gossip, but he knew Indiana was far from that gender in both appearance and mindset. "If the Captain states this is okay, then I will 'chill'." Another one of his arctic fogs left his mouth, emphasizing the word "chill".

After his brief exchange with Indiana, Legs spoke and made herself heard among the deck of the ship. Following her declaration, Jack got on one knee and held his head down. Honoring not only her presence but her words. "Yes. I owe you my life, Captain." He responded, thinking back to when she saved him from nearly being imprisoned in Impel Down.

"Would suck to be that tree." Erin laughed, he could understand their weariness. "But as Legs said I'm here to help, taking out the World Government is something I'm always up for." He stated, giving a nod to the rest of the crew. He was excited to get things underway.

"Excellent as always Annabeth." Thatch hummed happily as he turned his attention to Legs. Her words were firm and powerful, befitting of a Yonko such as herself. "Not often that you let me stretch my Legs, this really is important isn't it. I'm assuming no room for failure means my restrictions are gone right Legs?" Thatch laughed aloud, cracking his neck sickeningly. "I'm really excited for this now."

"Indeed, all restrictions are lifted," Legs made clear. "We will fulfill our mission by any means necessary."

Annabeth nods, her bored expression disappearing. "That goes without saying. We're a Yonko led crew; we're not losing to those brats. Not now, not ever," she stated, cracking her fingers.

Marine Emergency Call
About Two Hours Before Legs Woke Up

Within a very large cabin, Solomon laid in a bed searching out the window that gave a circular view of the sea. It had just been less than twenty-four hours since he’d gotten into his scuffle with MuuMuu, one of Legs’ own Yokai. Solomon’s body still ached from the kick he’d taken from the woman and the metal he’d been provided to eat, seemed to have been working slower than usual.

Being bedridden wasn’t really his style and quite frankly it was boring. Though, it ordered, from Roselia and surely getting a pummeling from her was far worse than the battle he’d just fought, or so he’d thought.

Leaping from the bed, he rushed to the door and slowly opened it, trying his best to keep it from making any noises so that it wouldn’t alter anyone. Once it opened wide enough he crept from behind it and slowly made his way towards the deck of the Marine vessel. He looked to the back of the ship he’d been standing on and noticed another Marine ship following behind them. The second ship had a giant following behind it, appear as tho it had been pushing the ship along.

"Oh right!" He thought, slowly beginning to piece things together. “We couldn’t just drag that damn box, it’d take fore-”

"Commodore Gintaka." His name being called cut him from his own thoughts and as he would turn around he’d notice Roselia standing behind him. "I thought I told you, stay in bed." Each word sounded more intimidating than the last and once she finished, she held her fist up and coated it with a layer of lava.

Solomon's eyes began to drift in opposite directions, then he took a deep breath. “I’m the Commodore, you are the Captain. I do, what I want!"

Roselia's eyes widened, she’d been surprised by his statement nonetheless. "Good you know that, now as I said, should you be in bed?” The lava from her fist slowly began to travel along her body.

PURUPURUPURUPURU

Roselia and Solomon looked at each other, both trying to pinpoint the location of the ringing Den Den Mushi.

PURUPURUPURUPURU

PURUPURUPURUPURU

Solomon began to frantically pat his body down. From around the side of a ship, a Marine soldier came running holding a Den Den Mushi in his hand. The snail had long silver hair with a white Den Den Mushi attached to its side. Solomon quickly reached for the snail and picked it up as if he’d known who’d it been.

“Fur, we have a problem…” The voice said without even introducing itself.

After a few minutes, Solomon hung the Den Den Mushi up and let out a deep sigh. "An order from Byakko…" With a deep breath, he continued. "I want you to get on the ship behind and head for Geror Island. I’ll meet you there once I’m done with his orders."

Roselia simply nodded and turned around headed towards the back of the boat. A million thoughts ran through her head, but she knew when the word "Byakko" left his mouth, she knew not to question any of Solomon’s commands.

Lifting his wrist to his mouth, Solomon revealed a small Den Den Mushi. "Calling all nearby Marine forces." His voice more stern and stiff than usual. "This is Commodore Gintaka, turn your ships towards the direction of El Dorado, we have been ordered to head there immediately. Direct orders from Byakko himself!"

At the coast of the island, outside of the temporary base of the Marines about ten Marine soldiers gathered with Solomon and another unidentified Marine soldier stated to his side. A few big names gathered; Ernest, Bambina, Marishi Sol, Peg Nez, Esposito X. Marco, Fairisles Margaret, Ferrothorn Braxton, Riz, and Cigar Rette.

Solomon reached to his side and placed his hand on the shoulder of the man standing next to him. "This here is Captain Gabaldon Guy. He's the man who's in charge of El Dorado. I'll let him give you all a very short debriefing, then we'll go over a strategy."

"As the Commodore stated, I am Guy. Just over an hour ago one of the soldiers here spotted a Pirate ship that flew a flag the entire world knows. It belonged to the Black Widow Pirates. Recently, Legs has been at odds with the King of this city, trying to get her hands on the Goldmine this city houses. We believe Legs' men are on their way here to conqueror El Dorado."

Guy wiped sweat from his forehead and took a deep breath, before continuing on. "If this is true, the manpower we have on this island will not be enough to defend against even two of Legs' commanders."

Solomon surveyed all of the Marine members there, then placed his hand on his chin as though he'd been thinking about something. "I know you've heard this plenty of times, but the Marines formation is looking pretty shitty. We are in a crisis, I'm surprised that we were even able to gather these big names that we did." He looked around the circle but specifically at Ernest who's currently been holding the highest rank.

"Byakko said he'd send reinforcements as soon as possible, but even then it'd take more than twenty-four hours before they'd reach here." Solomon thought back to the fact that while he'd be able to fight, any fatal hit to his abdomen would probably put him out of commission for a while. "We'd be fighting a fight for over twenty-four hours against opponents we have yet to face."

While this meaningless conversation was going on, Nez was down to what really matters. She excitedly scooped samples of the soil into small tubes and capped them before moving to an area with the exact same dirt and doing the same. Various machines and contraptions beeped happily in reaction to her surroundings, and the woman overall appeared to be much more interested in running tests than anything else.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" A yell filled everyone's ears, as none other than Bambina flexed his muscles out of his signature Kimono, the place shaking alongside him. "Tis' fresh air!" He didn't give much thought to Gabaldon Guy's introduction, he already knew him. Sharing a glance at the scientist Nez, Bambina snickered, mouth thin, such a crazy woman.

"The Yonko again, huh?" Bambina scratched his long beard, one eyebrow cocking up. They seemed to have been too busy nowadays, though, admittedly, some of them seemed to be hanging up on a fourth. "I fought it off with tis' guy las' week 'n all... Payback, it was, the lad that constantly kicks Bigdwun-boy's arse!" As he said so, Bambina cupped his stomach and torso, many sore spots still present from that fight. In truth, he didn't know if he were truly at his peak for El Dorado.

The entire time they two men had been talking, Lieutenant Commander Rette had been trying his best to light a fire to his cigar as secretly as he could. He slowly rolled his hand down the flint wheel of the light but kept falling short of being able to have his light create a strong enough light to give fire to his cigar.

"Shit." He thought to himself, looking to his left and right making sure he didn't become the center of attention. He'd gotten fed up with not being able to light it and nearly wanted to bang his head into the ground he stood on.

Solomon took a slight pause between his words and this was Rette's chance. Cuffing his hands over his nose, mostly trying to hide his lighter and cigar, he let out a powerful sneeze. "Achooo!" His sneeze and the lighter's flicker spark in perfect unison, giving light and sparking the cigar.

He took a large puff of his cigar and held the smoke in for a few seconds, then exhaled and let it all flow out of his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slightly began to rock his body as though he'd been listening to a song. Removing the cigar from his mouth, he then held it in his fingers and began to hunch his shoulders while continuing to rock. "Oooooohhhh, weeeee..." He hummed continuing to dance.

It wasn't long before Rette had begun snapping his fingers while continuing to dance and hum. "Sheeee's my maaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiin thang." By now he'd added swaying left and right into his dance. Even though words were coming out, he managed to keep them low enough so that no one could hear. "She makes me feel alright. She makes my heart siiiiiiiiing."

The Commodore in the center of the circle had his eyes perched on Nez then on Rette. "Okay, two things here. What in the, what is she doing? And second, what was that, Rette? I'm not about to ignore that? Were you, dancing?" Solomon asked, directing his questions to both Nez and Rette.

To those around, Rette would appear as though he'd been in his own little world. "Cloud nine baby.. cloud fuckin' nine." He thought to himself, finally snapping back to reality. "Did ya' say twenty-four damned hours? Got damn, I ain't bring enough wee-.... I ain't bring enough Cigars for this shit. Regardless.."

Just as he'd respond, Bambina let out a screech. "I hope. This idiot. Doesn't blow. My high." He thought to himself.

Nez happily planted a small pencil in the ground to mark a specific position for some future use. She then watched in abject horror as Rette stumbled around and not only snapped her pencil, but scuffed the dirt that she had wished to study. Promptly losing her balance and falling directly onto Bambina in a pressingly dramatic fashion, it didn't take much talent to see that this small group of Marines was quickly falling out of control.

Silently seated a close distance away from her fellow marines with a blank expression on her face Margaret merely continued to watch the interactions of the others finding their varied behaviors to be interesting because dispite the looming threat of the current strongest of the Yonko, the Black Widow herself the majority of the assembled marines acted as they normally would with was rather odd to her.

Allowing her eyes to wonder casually around the room as various strategies began formulating within her mind as well as calculating the possibility of their succession which she estimated was quite low but that is merely due to her not fully knowing the capabilities all everyone present something she swore she would take notice and document during the battle to futhur ensure which marine she would work nest along with her mind briefly drifting to the image of Middwun before she dragged her focus back to the matter at hand.

Idly she wondered if her recent advancement with the would prove helpful with the upcoming battle that she was positive was only a few hours away. Shaking her head slightly and clenching her fist Margaret shook her thoughts free of those negative emotions knowing full well that they were the result of the nervousness that she desperately attempted to bury.

Vice Admiral Sol had been standing silent, hearing his colleagues and comrades laying out a plan for the incoming siege. With the use of her Logia, she had compressed her height and mass- normally monumental, far exceeding that of the average giant- in a bundle of plasma as tall as the tallest of the present. Her elemental body was floating just a few palms of the ground; her insights were shining almost as bright as a neon lamp under a completely translucent skin. Despite the infernos that her Devil Fruit could normally unleash, her body surface was just as warm as the ambient, not letting leak a single drop of heat. Given how disgraceful the previous ruckus had been, she needed an immense amount of restraint to not lovely correct her subordinates with a flare or two.

Thank God, a single Marine was distancing herself from the noise. Sol recognized Margaret, o young, promising officer, from her fresh face and rigid posture: the young woman was carrying herself with a dignity belying her age and inexperience. Yet Sol saw nervousness behind that composed mask, she could feel the poor girl getting heavier and heavier. That young woman had so much in common with the giant at the beginning of her career: so overwhelmed by the pressure of an enormous burden, but so courageous to stand up despite her fears and doubts. Sol couldn’t help but silently weep proud tears, which translated in two cataracts erupting from her closed eyelids. She floated to Margaret’s without making a sound, then whispered in her ear with a warm, motherly tone.

“Relax, young one. Endeavors of this caliber would terrify many rugged veterans. I promise you: we won’t die here. Nor we will allow the Black Widow to win. As long as our minds are focused, and our hearts are firms, our strength will be multiplied by a hundredfold. We are the Marine, the tools of Justice, the bastion of everything good and innocent… sniff… that exists in the world! … sniff… WE. SHALL. PREVAIL!”. Sol’s emotion brought her to cry again; teas pelted on Margaret like she was under a deluge, drenching her uniform.

Marco turned towards the loud Vice Admiral. He winced as she sobbed uproariously. He began to take account for everyone here, multiple Vice Admirals. As much was expected if they were to deal with a Yonko Crew. As the woman to his left continued crying, he turned towards her. "Ma'am, are you okay?" he asked. "Why are you crying?"

Marco's gesture of kindness threathed to spill forth even more tears from the emotional Vice Admiral, but she managed to keep a bit of composure. She hadn't eaten the Tear-Tear Fruit, she couldn't keep crying forever.

"It's really nothing, t-thank you". She said to Marco. "It's just that looking at disciplined, determined and polite Marines like you and Lt. Commander Margaret. fills my heart with heart with pride and joy. I think is a common reaction when an old person sees youngsters keeping a straight and narrow path. It's quite a rare sight, these days".

Sol greeted Marco with a friendly gesture and a bright smile.

"Are you Captain Marco X. Esposito? My name is Sol, but I am referred as Vice Admiral Natsumi. I am really pleased to meet you and Margaret". She then looked at the mess she made of the junior officer's coat; for the embarassment, she scratched the back of her head. "I... apologize for having tarnished your coat. I shall give you a new one as soon as I can, I promise.

Now please, drag back your attention to the meeting. We have been idling far too much from important matters".

"Everyone." The Vice Admiral, Ernest spoke. He had attempted to maintain a commanding visage, in these trying times, as the highest ranked Marine, he had to maintain a level of authority over his subordinates. This was made especially clear with his encounter with Admiral Fuyuki and Kurama. They commanded a level of respect that was frightening, to say the very least.

"I understand we are all a bit on edge, but that's precisely why we need to discuss our tactics. We have twenty-four hours to protect this place from being fully conquered. We need to find key targets to protect on this island. Captain Gabaldon, what are the most important parts of El Dorado that secure our control over it? We have very little time before an attack reaches these shores."

"I agree." Solomon responded, directing his words at Ernest. Reaching over to grab Nez by the collar, he lifted her from the ground. "Now is not the time for playing and laughter. If you aren't here, with the intentions of possibly losing your life for the sake of the World," He spun Nez around so that she'd face him directly in his eyes. "Then leave, now."

"Failure is not an option and if you feel as though I do not possess the traits necessary to lead this defense, then step forward and test it yourselves." Solomon let there be a moment of silence, still locking his eyes on Nez. For a moment, it would feel as though Nez could feel Solomon's presence being projected over her.

Opening his palm, he allowed Nez to fall back to the ground and fixed his sights onto Guy. "As stated, could you share with us the location of the most important parts of El Dorado. We will head to those locations and split into groups, to guard them accordingly."

That entire time, Commander Braxton seemed to have kept a level head. The entire time, he had his sights locked onto Solomon, as though he'd been admiring him. After all, the Commodore was his elder brother. It had been quite some time since they'd seen each other, about a year to be exact, but he decided to remain quiet and simply went with the flow of everything. Chief Petty Officier Riz stood firm at his side.

Doge squirmed his way through the circle and leaned up against Solomon so that he could whisper into his ear. "Stein has stated he's sending "it"-gr." Removing himself from within the circle, Doge walked back inside of the Marine base.

Bambina felt no ill at Nez falling into him, and merely shrugged it off as he looked at Solomon, "Dun' worry on this, mah' boy!" A smile was thrown his way, "Much like Ernie here has said, we 'eed to checka' on our tactics!"

"And boy, by li'l time, did'ja mean now?" Bambina crossed his arms, his mouth thin, as his haki felt the absurd size of the auras outside of El Dorado, "They 'ready out 'ere, y'all." He pointed to a certain direction, which certainly led to one of the island's chores, he knew they weren't exactly on land, but, even then.

"Since some of us're goin' to the frontlines 'nyway, follow me the good ones, BAHAHAHA!!" Bambina screamed, eyes widening as he ran towards where he had previously pointed at. "I've got some good ole' plan!" They would counter these Pirates before they even begun their attack for sure.

Bambina, Bambina… her savior’s passion and bravado was shining through as awe-inspiring as the day she rescued him. Only her concerns to not flood the presents in a passionate cry prevented the vice admiral to weep even more. Her overflowing emotion had to be reined back a bit, if for the sake of Justice.

“Ernest-san, Bambina-san… just tell where and when I should position myself”. She suggested. “As many of you may remember, I am especially talented in handling mass scale assault because of my size and Logia power. My best position might be on the frontline docks, where I can endure and respond to the enemy fire at its strongest. Do you or Solomon suggest a different strategy”.

Solomon placed his hand on his chin, entering a state of thinking. "No, no. Sol, standing at the frontlines may prove detrimental. Placing all of our firepower at the front is too direct and obvious. But then again..." He looked at Sol up and down, having mental images of MuuMuu as he did.

"She doesn't look like she possesses the same physical strength as MuuMuu. Would it be best to have her position at the center of the city? Or, let her position herself at the dock, where she could easily be tipped into the sea? Even then, if Legs appears at the dock, she'll have the only size comparison to take her on." Solomon's brows lifted as though he'd finally reached a conclusion

"Sol, you hang back here." Solomon's body began to bubble and a silver liquid grew from his side. Soon it'd formed into a metal pillar, then formed itself into a perfect copy of Solomon, even the colors he wore. The clone followed behind Bambina headed for the bay.

"Nez, Sol, and Margeret head for the city. You all are the Protectors of El Dorado. All civilians lives are placed in your hands, protect them at all costs. Rette, Ernest, and Marco head to the bay with Bambina. You all are the "Border Barriers", whoever you meet at the borders are to be kept there. You will not allow a single one of them to breach through. Braxton, Riz, and myself will be guided to the mines where we will wait for anyone there. We are the "Mine Platoon, our goal is to keep whoever comes down trapped. Down there, I'll have the geographical advantage in one way or another."

El Dorado Terror
The group of commanders Legs brought along remained in their introductory formation. Legs gave off a simple head not and Jack made his way towards the front of the ship, looking over the railing only to meet his eyes with the sight that was El Dorado, the City of Gold.

Before he did anything else, he closed his eyes and briefly went back to think about Zack and what he'd been possibly doing. "Wait for us, Zack." He thought to himself before preparing for the events about to take place.

After splitting his lips apart, the same mist from the two instances earlier showed itself again. This time, it was much thicker and wider in size. The pores of his skin began to open up and as they did, released a fog just like the one leaking from his mouth. Through mental control, the mist lifted from his body and traveled in front of the ship.

"Cold Front." Those words were like a trigger, increasing the size of the fog in an instant, floating out in the open space in front of the ship.

"It's getting a little chilly out here. Cool moves as always Jack." Thatch laughed as he stepped up to the edge of the ship. He extended a hand as a mass of colorless gas blasted from his body, mixing with the mist. It was a poison he had created to specifically benefit from the existence of Legs. It was poison that caused anyone who inhaled it to become deathly afraid of spiders, their brains changed forever to cause them to panic at the mere mention of them. It threw islands into chaos at the mere mention of a spider and with Legs taking the form of a giant one it could cause heart attacks in some with ease. This was the deadly concoction that the mist was now teeming with. "Erin you're up." Thatch laughed as he stared ahead through the fog, licking his lips.

"I'm on it." Erin replied from above the two. He had been cooling the air in front of the ship as well, helping to stir up a massive blizzard before them. Then with glance the blizzard whipped itself into a frenzy as it grew and began to float forwards towards the island at quite a fast pace. The marines on land would see a wall of mist coming, as tall and wide as the island itself. "So how many of em do you think'll freeze to death?" Erin spoke, grinning at their work.

“If they’re worth anything, none of them,” Legs replied seriously, stepping forward to the edge of her ship as the tsunami of mist, and poison surged across the surface of the ocean, threatening the entirety of the island. Erin, with minimal effort, had accelerated the winds beyond tropical and hurricane level speeds, lifting with it torrents of water that traveled alongside it. El Dorado was threatened with a three-wave attack. The mist that threatened frostbite, the poison that threatened their minds, and the gale force winds that conjured itself into a hurricane. Such was the strength of the Black Widow Pirates; their ability to craft techniques capable of disasters, on par with nature itself was the reason that Legs had named them after Gods themselves, to demonstrate their divine powers, and will. All of this, and Legs herself have even yet to lift a finger. Legs had speculated that the mist would reach the islands within a minute, and rampage across it within less than five, leaving the marines only six minutes to deal with the encroaching problem.

“Once our attack hits, since we aren’t constantly generating this stuff, I predict it’ll run out within five minutes, of arriving. That means, we’ll hit the shore within ten minutes of right now, and while they are weakened from defending themselves against our storm, we will strike. However, we won’t all hit the same side,” Legs informed, “In fact, we’ll be splitting up. I’m not sure if you guys can feel their presence, but I can. They aren’t all together, and to ensure that we penetrate the island and steal its gold, I’m sending us into different entry points.”

She turned to face her commanders. “Thatch, Erin, and Jack Frost, you three will head directly into the city of El Dorado from the sky. Erin, levitate you both far into the clouds, and drop down upon them. Use your Kenbunshoku to pinpoint any survivors.”

“Indiana, and Annabeth, you will all accompany Erin into the sky, but instead you will be dropped off near the mines if possible, Erin. Go straight into the mines and begin extracting the gold. Don’t be peaceful with it. Annabeth can always repair it later with her devil fruit.” Legs smiled deeply. “I’m going for the coast directly, where I sense the brute of the forces….I’ll take them on myself!!”

With nothing else to answer, Indiana nodded and smiled at Legs, clutching his robes. If anything, he would be capable of using his Kenbunshoku to surveil their trip to the mine, and respond to any attack accordingly, alongside Annabeth, he hoped. Rising his left hand, Indiana made it shake slightly, as he could be sending a variety of signals to search for the gold, aside from his own Haki.

"Remember my advice, lads." Indiana winked one last time at some of his companions, before Erin drifted off with him and Annabeth.

The Muggy Coast
Having felt these conglomerates of many auras, Bambina had quickly appeared on the outskirts of the island, waiting for any other Marine companion to come up at him.

Marco made his way next to Bambina. He had stayed silent during the whole 'reunion', but he decided to take initiative. He looked forward at the wall of ice. "What's the plan?" he asked no one in specific. "We could pierce through the ice somehow."

"Apologies for the delay." Ernest appeared rapidly, seemingly after using Soru to catch up with his fellow Marines. Despite his old age, Bambina was as fast as ever. "...We are faced with a predicament, indeed." Ernest looked upon the natural disaster that threatened to consume them. "While someone like the Admirals would be able to deal with this by themselves, I unfortunately do not possess that level of power naturally."

Ernest spoke with a modicum of regret, but he did not hold to that lingering feeling for long. His eyes glowed red with Kenbunshoku Haki, and his pupils transformed to reveal a data-scanning apparatus. If he could not beat this threat by himself, then it was a simple matter of relying on his comrades.

"Bambina-sensei, Captain Marco." Ernest referred to both of his comrades, as he began to rapidly heat his own body to somewhat unstable degrees. "We have to defeat this onslaught before us in one attack. I have analyzed its properties and its relative strength, and I believe we can take this by combining our forces." Ernest stated to his comrades, hopefully riling them up to action.

"Bambina-sensei, I require the strongest Rankyaku that you can possibly create. Captain Marco, you will need a particularly powerful, rotating bullet. Bambina-sensei needs to wrap his Rankyaku around the bullet, and I will then empower the wind with scalding flames. When this bullet collides with the strength of this disaster, the explosive heat and impact of the bullet should cause it to prematurely explode, leaving us safe from their primary onslaught." Although Ernest had confidently analyzed the situation and come up with a counter-attack, there was a doubt plaguing him. Was he able to lead his allies to victory? Like those proud Admirals did? At the back of his mind, these thoughts plagued him, but he did his best to put them aside and focus on the fight.

Marco nodded. As always, Vice Admiral Ernest never failed to amaze Marco with his abilities. A calculated assault, and the theory behind everything made sense. It was more than likely that their attack would succeed. He pulled out one of his Glock's, aiming it at a strangely tilted angle. "I'm presuming the bigger the better, so I can fire off a larger bullet." he began. "It'll take some time for me to create it though. Once I fire it, it'll expand to its full size, so let me know once you guys are ready."

This was the Ernest Bambina knew, always doubting himself- No, he had oceans of humility within him. Even with such leadership, charisma, and fighting skill... Ernest still failed to acknowledge his full worth. Yet, Bambina agreed, Ernest had to strive for more and more. Alongside them was Marco, who had been as excited as ever.

If he had an smile on his face, then, Bambina's smile grew even more when Ernest talked to him, "Les' dance, boys!!!" He yelled, teeth showing alongside all his wrinkles. With a jump, Bambina found himself in mid-air, not so high from where the group stood, and rotated his own body, "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" His form vanished within the spiral as tidal sounds filled the atmosphere. He needed nothing more than Ernest's explanation of it to know what to do.

With the usage of Geppo and Soru, through kicking the air several times within an instant and generating small bursts, Bambina managed to move everywhere through the place. It was as if he had briefly solid after-images. And these kicks of his, all were meant to send more and more air towards where he first jumped, with him still rotating there. As his original form spun violently, Bambina guided the air along with him, generating a cocoon-like Rankyaku around his very being.

Dust flew around the coast and the waves got pushed by Bambina's final rotation, he yelled within it, "AT YER' SIGNAL!" As they were to be done, Bambina had been aiming accurately at the point they set, the point where his attack would merge with Ernest's flames and boost Marco's bullet. "Rankyaku: MAITSUKI!!!" With them doing their part, Bambina's form was back where it was, his leg pushed forward as a moon shaped energy slash came from it. Several shockwaves, in the form of rings, appeared from behind him and the sea waves erupted.

This same moon slash was seemingly peeled from the outside in, as it travelled towards Ernest, forming itself into a spiral slice. Its point travelled at the center, while the tail swung itself around, giving it a rather wide body.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Marco yelled, releasing his bullet. As he had mentioned before, it emerged as the size of a regular bullet, but suddenly increased in size, travelling at the same speed as it normally would. In fact, Marco had increased the speed of it as well. As such, despite being shot at an awkward angle, it shifted into a straight path. The bullet soared forwards at blitzing speeds.

"HAAAAAH!!!!" Ernest exclaimed with all his might, releasing a burst of flames so hot that the heat radiated in the air. He reigned in the flames, spiraling them inwards into a rotating sphere that he shot towards Marco's fired bullet wrapped in Bambina's Rankyaku. "Combination Attack: Howling Hell Hunting!" Ernest shouted the impromptu attack name, believing it deserved one.

The howling bullet soon had a flaming tornado spiraling around it, moving at such velocities that the ocean beneath it began to evaporate in response. It had soon collided with the oncoming poisonous mist, heating up the cold winds with such speed that a tremendous explosion ensued.

The sea in the immediate vicinity began to evaporate, and the explosion caused such a powerful response that the waves had began to roar and rumble, interrupting the path of the ships sailing upon it.

"The first threat has been neutralized, but now the true battle begins." Ernest spoke robotically, reducing his body temperature to stable levels.

Legs’ stood alone upon the deck of her ship as the violent waves rock the Justice side to side in place. “It seems it’s time for me to make my move,” she muttered quietly to herself, moving to the edge of the ship. From her back, Legs’ pulled a sword large enough to reach her chest, a great black sword easily fifteen feet in length; a gift awarded to her by Kogane while visiting her at the red line. It was a remarkably durable sword, one crafted in the image of the Black blade,, yet crafted with metals and materials far more advanced.

Legs stepped forward with her left foot, pivoting it in front of her body as she swung the blade with her right hand towards the island itself, commanding with it a force that moved the winds themselves. With her iconic strength, the air was compressed into a slash befitting its own class. So much that when it escaped the edge of her sword, it moved with such strength that it split the burning seas into two walls of ferocious ripples, leaving but a single line of hearth in the middle. Without haste, Legs dropped from her ship along the path of sand, and steadily approached the island, putting her sword back onto its holster that rested upon her back.

“Listen to me marines!” her voice echoed throughout the world, “in the divine text of countries forgotten by most men, there is a legend that speaks of a man who liberated his own people and paved a new path for them in the future, quite literally by allowing them to escape their enslavement by splitting the ocean itself so that they could walk across.”

Each stride that she took was slow in action, in that she only took two strides in the time that it would take a normal man to take four or five. Yet, her size dictated that she still covered the same amount of land, for each stride she took was equivalent to three or four people’s worth.

“This man channeled the will of the gods themselves, forged their scriptures, committed their miracles. Are you beginning to understand now? Why I have named my crew after gods themselves?” Legs inquired rhetorically, “I warn you to back away from this fight, to leave this island via the path I have crafted for you. This is my chance to offer you salvation!” Legs’ face tickled into a smirk. “But, you may serve as the guardians to protect this so called free world if you desire. However, take heed…” her smile intensified, “there will only be victory in strength!”

Ernest stood there, witnessing the actions of the Black Widow and hearing her words. For a moment, it felt like he was alone once more. He could remember the words drilled into him as the experiments roared on.

"You are the weapon to fight Devil Fruits. Our secret weapon against the Yonko...and any who stand in the way of the World Government."

For the longest time, Ernest held pride in these words. He felt as if they granted him strength. But he looked upon the approaching Yonko, and his confidence was all but stripped away.

"W-what should I do...?" Ernest cried to himself in his thoughts. His entire body was telling him to run away, as he attempted to analyze the level of his opponent's power and failed to do so.

Looking around, he soon saw the figures of Marco and Bambina. He also saw the island he had to protect. Ernest snapped out of it. No matter the difference between them, Ernest could not run away from his duty.

"..." Ernest gulped, finding it difficult to form words. But he finally spoke. "B-BLACK WIDOW!" Ernest shouted, grabbing her attention. "We, the Marines, do not care for the power of the gods! The gods are but single entities that wield the power to change the world! But we, the Marines, do not back down to your power! For we are people! And united, we will protect our world from your conquest, and mold it into the ideal world for all!"

Ernest declared his intentions, loud and clear. And he looked upon his fellow Marines, hoping he made the right choice.

Marco nodded as the Vice Admiral continued speaking. His words were reassuring, and he was right. If the power of the Gods was to challenge them, they would challenge those powers. Alone, each Marine may have been nothing compared to these Pirates. But together, unified? The Marines stood a chance, and they wouldn't go down easily. They had no choice, but to win.

All the time that Legs directed words at all of them, Bambina felt as if he would be blown away, and yet, he still smiled. He wondered if it was to reassure himself, or maybe the others alongside him. "Look at the size of tha' thing!!!" Even so, no matter how many times Bambina saw Legs in action, excitement always filled his being, she- she walked through the sea itself. Most Devil Fruit users just let themselves be dominated by it.

"IT IS AS ERNIE-BOY HERE SAYS!" Bambina approached the behind of Ernest, a smile into his expression. A small amount of aura had focused on the tip of his right index finger, as he pushed it into Ernest's back, gently yet fast enough to make his arm blurr. This bit of aura had been meshed with the calmness Bambina was having, redirecting this feeling through his use of Life Return and Kami-e.

Bambina had always told Ernest, "Y'got attitude, boy!", "Yer' first obstacle is tah' stop limitin' yourself!" His smile widened at the memories, "Before your body, improve your mind!" And that was why, he had just lent some of his own focus, some of his own patience to Ernest. He needed it, and Bambina had lived and fought alongside him for too much to not know.

"If yer' really strong, mah' boy... you'll make tis' strength yours!" Bambina thought, as he focused back on real life and glanced ownards at Legs. If he died here, at least he hoped that Ernest and Marco carried on, should one survive a battle such as this one, wanted it or not, they would surely grow strong. Bambina had taken a stance, positioning his limbs, all the while his hands blurred over his being, striking several spots.

Skin reddening by the second, Bambina smiled as his muscles flexed out way more than they normally would, and his hair flared up slightly. His pupils vanished, yet, Bambina still retained his mind, for, with liberating the toughest parts of his muscles with Life Return, he had just strengthened his defenses, though not by a large margin in order to preserve his speed.

“Undoubtedly, mankind’s greatest attribute is their ability to derive strength from hope,” Legs begun, speeding up her stride slightly with each word until she was a blur of movement, an afterimage left behind to be consumed by the walls of the sea that collapsed back into place upon her departure. There, she stood upon the beach itself, reappearing before the three marines that sat there in challenge: hesitant, but ready.

“Which is why I will do all in my power to crush that hope….and I’m going to start with the most hopeful of you all,” Legs said, observing the enemy, before pointing directly towards Bambina himself. “You.”

She blinked from her place, reappearing directly in front of Bambina himself; there was no hesitation between her statement and her movement, the only indication of her motion being a trail of sand left behind by her ninjutsu: Body Flicker Technique, and ancient ninjutsu revolving around sliding from place to place to achieve superhuman motion, while retaining stealth.

Lifting her arm into the air, she launched it forward not with the muscles themselves, but using her ability to control her blood flow—like all spiders—accelerating it to the point that her limb exploded forward like a cannon, sparing her the necessary “wind up” time to attack, and instantly allowing her to do so upon arriving. As her arm exploded towards Bambina, the air itself responded, screeching in agony as the speed of her fist churned it into action, generating a vicious draft that acted in conjunction with her limbs, pushing the sands of the beaches away with its spite.

"Bambina-sensei!!!" Ernest shouted with concern, before launching himself towards Legs and Bambina's location using his jet launchers. The attack of the Yonko was near its target, but in the same window of time, Ernest had intercepted them. Despite the world resisting his presence, Ernest had fought back with all of his might. He launched an uppercut from his aerial position, landing square on the Yonko's arm.

But the force was tremendous, and began to weigh down upon him heavily. Like this he'd get caught up in the first attack itself! In an instant, Ernest propelled his engines, releasing flames downwards from the turbines in his arm that proceeded to successfully push the Yonko's attack away from Bambina, allowing them to survive even one more instant.

"O-F emissions activate!" Ernest shouted, releasing aqua blue fumes from his body at a steady and constant rate, moving towards the direction of the Black Widow. They consisted of the hazardous chemical O⁷F³, a constituent of Seastone that partially explained its anti-Devil Fruit properties. It was the only way that Ernest could stall this battle. As much as he'd like to face the Yonko honourably, today was not that day.

"Captain Marco, get into position! Bambina-sensei, back me up!" Ernest commanded, readying himself into combat position.

Marco could feel himself shaking. They were up against a Yonko. Her instant acceleration over was frightening. She couldn't be only human, there was no way. The Vice-Admiral's instructions snapped him back to reality, and Marco ran away. He sprinted, looking for a clear location in where he could properly aim.

Soon he found his location. It was surrounded in plantation, so it would hide him. It was situated at an excellent angle. Eventually, he made his way up there, with every passing second feelings like an eternity. Once he had settled down, he quickly assembled his SR-25 as if it was second nature. He laid down and aimed. The Yonko was fast, but he decided he would first go to slow her down. He aimed straight at her waistline and fired.

If Legs intended to punch the smile out of Bambina's face, though likely not, she would not have succeeded. For, at her sudden attack, his smile became the widest in years. His aura had just barely felt it, and it had felt the attack too late, so late that his body hadn't even mustered a powerful enough response. A response which alone would be enough to get Legs to back down. But, it was not alone anymore.

Part of Bambina's body had flattened, an action possible due to his usage of Kami-e, making it almost seem like it could be a towel against the wind. They were used to dry, to clean, and... rarily enough as the weapon of choice for many housewives and husbands. With enough force behind them, they basically served to slap someone else. Weren't towels supposed to be weak, or were they? "Bahaha!!!" Bambina felt a strange looking man sneeze very far away.

At the same time that Bambina backed away due to Ernest's intervetion, his right arm flew back, distorting slightly, and then it fired. "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Almost like a super cannon, Bambina slapped the air before him, causing a thick gust of wind to rocket towards Legs, which would offer strict support to Ernest's attack in getting her further away from them. "THIS IS THE OLD DEMON'S FIIIIIST, AHOY!" Bambina straightened his arm and flexed his muscles.

"Damn good reaction time, Ernie!" Bambina kicked the ground several times, arms moving as if he was dancing. The chemical did nothing to him, as he had none of those powers.

The marines had countered her within seconds, and it was then that Legs understood why they were assigned to protect the border, to be the buffer to prevent her from infiltrating the island further. They were fast, quick-reflexed, smart, a plethora of qualities that made them worthy of being the coveted members of the marines, their super soldiers crafted for the New World. They were everything Legs was. Everything she had ever been, and everything she will forever be. Yet, there was a distinct difference between Legs and them, and it was simple; she was better in every way imaginable. When Ernest had responded to her attack, her reflexes triggered into action, her mind viewing the world at computer-like speeds.

See, there were people who talked about her physical prowess, her abilities, but there were few who recognized her mental capacity, and how her Devil Fruit accelerated it. Legs’ brain was supernaturally large, infinitely so, with a nervous system to compensate. She was more creative, quicker-reflexed…perhaps less strategic due to her complacency, but she at least had the ability to be strategic. Thus, the moment that Ernest had moved her arm backwards, her mind spun into action, and she lept backwards away from the android as quickly as she could, stepping backwards from the mist of smog that he had launched, the wind wall that Bambina had launched that surged forward towards her, the bullet that tore through the atmosphere towards her body.

She chuckled as her life became increasingly more threatened; her only retaliation being to write a word into the atmosphere. As she wrote with her finger, a blue energy emerged from her fingertips, and upon being completed, she waved her hand into it, infusing the energy into what seemed to be everything in front of her. A Tsunami of the blue light fell forward, touching everything, and doing exactly as the word itself commanded: reverse.

The chemical gas, the bullet, and the barrage of wind flowed backwards supernaturally, as if gravity had reversed itself towards the marines. It all came rocketing in their direction, yet just as Legs had commanded, the attacks were isolated. The gas traveled towards Ernest, the bullet towards Marco, and the wind back towards Bambina for it was truly reversed. However, Legs refused to simply award them an attack of that caliber. It wouldn’t be enough, not for this level of fighters. They needed more. She wanted to give them more.

Her eyes fell upon the bullet intensely as she pulled her tempered fist alongside her hip, coated within her Busoshoku Haki. It exploded into the sands in front of her like a piston, launching the beach itself towards both Ernest and Bambina, a large-scale attack intended to prevent them from easily dodging it, and to hide herself visibly from sight, as she disappeared behind the wall of sand itself.

Meanwhile Not Too Far Away...

Rette was able to duck off from the group heading for the coast into an alley between two large buildings. He continued to puff on his cigar while peeking around the corner of the building to see the events occurring at the coast. One big phenom after another, each catching Rette by surprise yet reminding him why he didn't want to be out there.

For a moment he worried for his "comrades" as Legs showed them why she held the title of Yonko. Leaning back on one of the buildings, Rette pulled the cigar out from his mouth and blew smoke out. His eyes were closed, trying his best to not see Legs go to work.

"Damn, I've been here for an hour now. I'm about as lifted as I can be. Maybe I should..." With his eyes still closed, he tapped onto the cigar with his index finger to dump off the ashes. He slowly began to fall into his psyche and there he could see an old man dressed in a Marine coat and a long white beard.

"You useless, behemoth. You'll rather sit here in an alley and smoke.. as opposed to going out there and lending your comrades a hand!?" The old man smashed his cane into the ground, creating a loud echo within Rette's psyche. "I DID NOT TRAIN YOU FOR THIS!"

He replaced his cigar back into his mouth, leaving it there inhaling on it for about twenty seconds. "You damned old man, ya gonna' blow my high ain'tcha."

Rette emerged from the alley rushing to the coast which he'd met with in nearly no time. His eyes now opened, showing off the redness from what he'd been smoking, he'd made it to the coast in no time only to be meet with his view obscured by a sand wall.

Finally exhaling on the cigar and rubbing on the top of it, Rette released a smoke cloud so dense that the entire area of the atmosphere above Bambina, Ernest, and Marco would instantly become filled by it.

"Halberd X-Slash!" A voice shouted from within the smoke, as a halberd was extended out from the smoke and cut diagonal in two directions creating a large X of blue energy which flew over the trio's heads and collided with the sand wall, cutting it as it did. Seconds after the slashing attack, the Halberd went spinning out over the cloud of smoke whipping up winds around it, clearing up the smoke revealing a turban wearing figure.

The winds that once blew in the southern direction, all stopped turned around gathered among the halberd creating a vortex of air. Swinging the halberd with an overwhelming amount of physical strength, evidence that the muscles the being possessed were not just for show, he launched the vortex at the sand wall with an amazing amount of speed. "Air Vortex!" The being shouted, as the vortex easily pushed against the sand wall, knocking it way past its original position, and ultimately into the sea. The force was strong enough to even affect the attacks thrown back at the Marine forces, sending them all into the sea along with the sand wall.

Rette slowly fell to the ground and his eyes were still bloodshot red. As he fell, the being remained at his side attack by the smoke of his cigar. He landed on the ground, feet firmly planted as he stood straight up.

"Master, you're a dumb ass." The being spoke, bringing its halberd to its side but still remained battle ready.

This was no regular person, never had this being been seen by any of the three Marine soldiers standing in front of him. It's "skin" was blue and hair was pink, beard long as though it were some sort of pirate: Pinkbeard, he could be called. He did not possess a lower body, as everything from the waist on down was connected to the smoke coming from Rette's cigar. This was the Hoya Hoya no Mi.

The City of Gold
On the top of a clock tower in the middle of the city, Nez stood with a small cage that would normally be seen carrying a small pet of some sort. However, when Nez bent down and unlatched the crate, an assortment of slithered out until there were at least ten visible on the clocktower's edge. They lined up single file and Nez went down the line pressing a single button on each of the individual shells. As she did on each one, two miniature wings as well as a small booster shot out from the shell, and the snails quickly became airborne as their jets set off. In her hand, Nez held a small tracking device that showed the movements of her snails whilst simeltaneously relaying information.

"Go my Tsu Tsu Mushi, go!" The woman cheered happily as she watched her inventions soar into the distance.

Atop another building not to far from the clocktower Margaret sat overlooking the various points that could be utilized as vantage, ambush and meeting points, having already established her various traps within the vicinity perfectly acceptable with her Devil Fruit abilities.

Glancing up towards the clocktower where she knew one of her partners for this assignment was currently stationed she used the abilities of her fruit to attempt to sense the bio electrical signal all life forms possesses however upon finding nonshe didn’t recognize she returned her focus to watching all possible entrances and exits for any sign of the Black Widows.

Despite not being at the top of any tower, Sol probably enjoyed the best sight simply by returning to her normal size. Just by standing on her two feet she soared above the highest edifice, painting with her shadow a dark trail which cloaked the city thorough and lambed the sea below. Her massive size meant a massive reach for her senses, a gift she was entrusted with by her lineage; even by that standards, she always thought her eyes of being particularly blessed in that regard.

Sol's eyes were not very pleasing- every-time she stared at a mirror, the monstrous pupils of two drake was the first thing peeking out- but useful for locating things far and wide, and grasping objects big and small. Especially small things, as she could recall in delight the faces of her family and friends from the years of youth when she still used to loom over everyone and everything and didn't have a Logia which helped her to shrink down to human sizes.

Sol enjoyed even greater reaches with her Kenboshoku, which compensated with the deficiencies of her colleagues in that department. Her aura formed a dome stretching miles above her, an invisible aura which enveloped the island and sea and sky above and around her. No living thing would have passed that barrier with her not noticing it. Certainly not any of those of vile pirates, whose mere presence was a big, ugly stain under her sight.

The Big Spider Bitch was stepping on the fray, a bit after her launching strike had been thwarted by the combined efforts of Bambina, Ernest and Marco, and she had cried her fair rivers of tears on some thankfully already empty streets. Getting her so soon did not just trouble the giant: it filled her with worry and rage, so much so that coronas of plasma glimmered and streamed with each of her portentous breaths. Sol couldn't ask for anything but go, fight with her hero and incinerate that filth on her own.

Only her strong sense of disciple refrained the giant for rushing to the shores and deal with Legs herself: the Spider's cronies could potentially strike everywhere, and she dared not to abandon her comrades where they needed the most. Bambina and Ernest were seasoned veterans with immense skills and tons of experience: Peg Nez and Margaret, with all their considerable talent, were not.

And the time of need was maybe closer when it needed to be: some fainting signals were bleeping on Sol’s radar far away from El Dorado above the clouds surrounding the unfunnily ironic name of Justice. It wasn’t much: given Sol’s own proficiency with the art, whoever was hovering above had a very fine control over their aura and killing intent. Not fine enough to entire presence, though. That would be their end.

Vast currents of plasma balled around her hand, piling up more and more till they formed a dragon head with jagged fangs and horns like that of a deer. Its grimace radiated fury as much as light and power, as if dozens of pharoses had concentrated their luminosity in a single point. Then she added her Bosushoku Haki on the mix to pack even more of a wallop. The sight was almost oxymoronic: the dragon had been tinged in black ichor, it was somewhat shining even brighter than before. “Peg Nez, Margaret, please, take on your protective sunglasses! I wouldn't never forgive myself if your eyes were scarred by so much light… sniff…” She shouted, while crying just a bit at the thought her subordinates were to suffer anything by her hand, if just potentially. She took a step back, her gargantuan legs firm and balanced. With a thrust, she launched her dragon. “Receive due justice! Great Qirin Punch!”

The beast once the size of Sol’s arms swelled in size to a tremendous degree: a gargantuan Chinese dragon made of plasma suddenly appeared on the battlefield, large enough to gulp houses as they were candies. The dragon's mounth was wide open; rivulets of plasma were raining from its scale, too small to harm the inflict any harm to the city below. In the span of an heartbeat, the fiery beast would reach and gulp the Black Widow Pirates in a mortal furnace, bearing the frightening speed and scorching heat of solar wind itself.

"Looks like we're up and running!" Nez announced, as though there was anyone around her. With the small control pad that she held in her hand, she ordered her Tsu Tsu Mushi to disperse throughout the city with their speakers activated. She then held the pad up to her mouth and pressed a button that broadcast her voice through each of the snails.

"Citizens of El Dorado! My name is Peg Nez, and I am the Science Captain of the Marine forces. The Marines, by the order of the World Government, order a mandatory evacuation of the city limits immediately! Please proceed in an orderly fashion to the south gates and recede into safety as soon as possible!"

High above the island Thatch and Jack floated beside Erin. The three of them using their Kenbunshoku haki to scan the island. Due to his devil fruit Erin could hear the conversations between them quite easily. "Seems that one's a scientist some machines." Erin stated only to be cut off by Thatch.

"Yeah you're out of the loop, I know her. We make it our business to know Marines as subordinates of Legs. Those two are Peg Nez, a marine science captain who's a disgrace to the profession and there's Marishi Sol, user of the Pura Pura no Mi. She's a Vice-Admiral so she can actually do something. Don't know the third one though, probably not big out here yet. Granted most of this shouldn't take long." Thatch spoke. "Jack, Erin freeze the entire town solid, the colder the better." With that Thatch grabbed a device from his pocket and began tinkering with it.

Erin hovered above the two, four balls floating behind him. "You got it." Erin stated. Even from far above the island he could still see the whole town, his eyesight never failed him. He spotted the three and some sort of glowing ball in Sol's hand, though its light would not reach them here. He looked down at the city, filled with sinners and lovers of the government, it made him sick. The very air around the marines and the entire town would begin to shiver and the air temperature began to severely drop. The air became thick and heavy as it became harder to breathe. "Jack help me make this place cease to exist." Erin yelled.

"Tch," Jack barked, "Legs trusts you, I do not. Therefore, do not command me as though you're one of us. Otherwise, El Dorado won't be the only thing I turn into the Arctic." As Jack spoke, a cold fog slithered from his mouth and from his body, just like when they were back on the ship.

At the instant release, both Jack and Erin, despite being above it would still be able to feel the difference between then and now. While on the ship, Jack was forced to have his temperatures at a tolerable level for his captain, but out in the city where she'd been nowhere to be found, he could lower his temperates to levels he'd like.

The fog would begin the travel below, where it's capabilities would truly begin to show. At the moment it'd make contact with any portion of the city below, said contacted thing or being would become instantly froze. The highest building, the clock tower, would be the first to suffer its unavoidable fate. And Nez, who'd decided to make its peak her resting place, would too be frozen had she not made haste. Even then, she'd not be able to fully evade the mist take how high she'd been up. He truly lived up to his alias, Sub-Zero.

It wouldn't take long for the mist to soon hit the city and meet with its citizens, freezing hundreds of people in an instant. Sol seemed to have found a way to counter Jack's cold front, granted the heat generating dragon she'd created. But even that had its limits, as she'd soon find out.

As the two forces of cold combined the plasma dragon charged the upwards at the two, however it didn't even get close to the clouds. As Thatch had said, all they needed to do was freeze everything. As the plasma dispersed, returning to a gaseous state in the newly created sub zero environment. Now with the attack rendered null and the city freezing over, Thatch looked up and congratulated the two. "Jack and Erin you make a fine team, as much as one of you dislikes the other." He teased. "Now Erin if you would." He spoke, once again releasing a mass of Webbed World.

"It's alright, I'm not out to start anything and Jack has the right to distrust me, we've just met." Erin shrugged causing an extremely cold storm wind to carry the poison down into the city as well as further decrease the temperature. The poison would not only crash into the city but as it hit the island it would begin to spread in every direction. Due to it's colorless nature it was impossible to see as well. The whole island was in for a rude awakening.

Nez was met by an overwhelming frost that bit at her skin and caused her to retreat into the clocktower in an attempt for warmth. She knew the handy works that caused this chill almost instantly, through her years of study on Devil Fruits and the fair amount of knowledge she had on the Black Widow Pirates — the. Luckily for Nez and the rest of the Marine forces, she had known that this chill would come and she was prepared.

Opening her satchel, which held plenty of useful tools, she revealed several small, each that held a small sun inside and radiated a small amount of heat. With the balls in hand, she stepped back out in the freezing cold and leaned over the edge of the clock tower before throwing all of the Weather Balls in Sol's direction.

"Sol, catch!" The young woman yelled from the top of the tower. With the combined efforts of her sun orbs and Sol's Devil Fruit, she hoped that Sol would be able to utilize both to restore some sort of warmth to the area.

Having heeded the instructions giving to her by Vice-Admiral Sol and equipping the protective sunglasses that were handed to her prior to the start of their operation. As she places on the protective eyewear she witnessed the skyline light up in a flurry of colors as a gargantuan Chinese dragon crafted out of the very essence of plasma itself took form before racing upwards to the sky confusing her slightly for the reason of creating a beacon for anyone to see.

As she mentally began to question the Vice-Admiral’s decision her train of thought were halted as she witnessed the plasmic beats be disbursed revealing a trio of individuals two whom she recognized as "Sub-Zero" Jack Frost and the "Death Doctor" Thatch Vincent both who are noted members of the Black Widow pirates however their appearance was not what had her puzzled as she was expecting members of the crew, what had her eyes narrow was the third man one she idly noted as Wynn Erin the son of Vice-Admiral Kurorou and last she was aware former member of the now disbanded Redbeard Pirates.

Quickly putting the pieces together within her mind Margaret hastily transmuted her body into electricity before merging with one of the various metal wires spread through the city, this wire however she knew was attached to the a metal tower right beside Sol, which served as a great idea as she caught sight of them preparing to retaliate which only hasted her choice.

Looking at Peg Nez's red and brittle skin, Sol couldn't help by cry even more. Had she not been distracted by the sudden dissipation of her plasma dragon, she would have noticed more quickly how cold the air was becoming. The poor girl had taken so much cold, before Sol's had started producing waves of plasma to fight the frostbite.

"I am so sorry Nez... sniff.. I wish I had used my power a fraction of second before..." She caught the Weather Balls with soft hazes of plasma, to not let them detonate. Sol didn't need artificial aids to shape suns out of nothing, but an object like that would have resulted useful in this occasion since her enemies had found ways to combat her natural powers.

A gentle puff of plasma coiled around Peg Nez's tower, keeping everything warm and comfy. A much, much bigger cloud of plasma exuded from her giant body. The blazing fluid hovered above the island, covering it in less than an instant. The rigid storm collided against the disk of plasma, resulting in gigantic updrafts of vapor and gas raising and dissipating in the stratosphere. More and more plasma coalesced in this enormous curtain, the mixture was far denser than before, reaching the consistency above that of water; an unimaginable centripetal force was the only thing to avoid her dragon falling on the ground or being dissipated in a jiff like before, a still aching weakness on her part.

Sol could not allow to show any weakness, neither in front of her subordinates and especially in front of her enemies. From the day she had recovered from her captivity under the Cipher Pirate more than thirty years ago, Sol had dedicated every day, almost every moment in training herself, mind and body to fight for the Marine's Justice. Underperforming now meant to delude herself, her mentor, and, most importantly, the civilians below in desperate need of a protector.

"To all the civilians out there!" Sol shouted; her bellow boomed with authority. "Here is Vice Admiral Natsumi: the sun above you is a living demonstration of the power of the Marines. Don’t be afraid; as long as we breath, we Marines will not allow harm to any of you. Just orderly run away and never look at the sky directly and everything will be fine” She wished she had given more special sunglasses to everyone, but the time was a bit short, and even her massive assets had storage limits.

“To the Pirates above..." Sol’s passionate tone turned into burning hatred. "Jack Frost, Wynn Erin and Vincent Thatch". She called her enemies names, one by one. Traitors, murderers, psychopaths, scum. "You have come here seeking death and destruction, with no consideration to the lives of the innocents. I am giving you this one chance: surrender now and face Justice, or fight and face death!"

Predictably, they did not surrender. Plasma continued to build up her disk, getting it ready for Sol’s next offense. Then she screamed in rage: dragon maws made of supersonic fast plasma erupted from the dense mixture, so bright it engulfed everything in a blaze of harsh light, so massive they could have crunched down the whole El Dorado in a single bite. Her attack would have been more than enough to gulp the Pirates in the time of an amen, given the eye-soaring luminosity of it and the sheer speed of plasma, much faster than any wind current found on planet Earth. But in the case their combination of wind and cold had somehow thwarted that attack, Sol had got another surprise for them.

Sol had thrown many of the sunny Weather Balls given by Peg Nez inside the top of dragon’s maw, protected by pressurized layers of non-thermal plasma, so they wouldn’t have burst out from their protective bubbles before reaching the desired altitude. Should the temperature around the Weather Balls cool down on a drastic pace, the invention would instantly decompress and detonate in the resulting updraft clouds of steam. Jack, Erin and Thatch would either be devoured by her dragon’s maw, or, by peeling it down with their wind, being welcomed by a multitude of small, blinding suns exploding in their face with pretty much no time to react. Especially given how Kenbunshoku Haki could have predict direct attacks, but not the erratic flight of Weather Balls thrown into the fluid.

Inside the clocktower, Nez could see through the windows crowds of people that desperately rushed to the southern gates. Through the glassy plasma that surrounded her tower, she watched on as the last of El Dorado's civilians safely evacuated the city through the back, which meant that the Marines would suffer no civilian casualties in this battle.

"Amazing! Surely, no lives will be lost this time..." Nez monologued, looking onwards at the spectacular conflict of powers that emitted amazing glowing auras despite their sheer destructive power. Nez admired Sol greatly for this, but on the inside she hoped that Sol would be able to keep from depleting her energy this intensely for the remainder of the battle.

Pushing against the forces that kept the trio in the air, Jack sent himself flying in the opposite direction of his opponents and comrade. He left the two of them to attend to the woman's attack as he slowly fell to the ground, leaving a trail of ice as he did. Landing on the ground harmlessly another mist formed around his body.

Citizens of El Dorado stood outside their homes. Each one of them, eyeing Jack in one way or another. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" One of them shouted, throwing a rock at him.

"The Marines will kill you, Pirate SCUM!" Another one shouted, joining the man earlier in throwing rocks at him. Jack was unfazed though, none of the attacks meant anything to him and in all honesty, no one there could stop him.

This mist seemed to be more focused as it possessed a more direct purpose from the times before. A liquid began to expend from his body and stationed itself around specific areas. His feet up to his thighs instantly became frozen. Then the top portion of his hand all the way up to his elbow. And finally, on his shoulders around the collar of his shirt.

The mist shrouding Jack's body began to drift off around the town, bringing a chill to the city. He opened his palm and ice began to take form in the shape of a large icicle. Jack then made his way towards the two men who'd taken it upon themselves to throw things at him. Nez and Sol were both fools to think that they'd be able to protect each and every one of the citizens of such a large town without Jack making over half of them pay.

Once close to the two men, he held the sickle in the middle of its construct with the two sharp ends touching one of the men's shoulders. Their bodies began to freeze, starting from their shoulders and spreading with haste covering their entire bodies.

"Normally I don't do this." Jack stated, as the ice had fully covered their entire body only leaving their heads unfrozen. "But Legs has ordered it." Simply tapping on their shoulders with the sickle, their frozen bodies shattered into a million pieces, leaving their hands to fall onto the ground for the rest of the town folk to see.

Mist continued to produce from his body and the city grew colder and colder. "Cold Front." He stated, instantly freezing every citizen in the area around him. Not even descriminating between adults and children, they all suffered the same fate.

As soon as Jack moved, so did Erin and Thatch, blasting towards the other side of the city. "Erin." Thatch stated, referring to the attack laughed behind them.

"Yeah I'm aware Thatch." Erin snapped back. He again began continuously cooling air, ice crystals forming as it chilled even further. The cold front once again collided with the dragon as they shot away from it, the air around it dipping lower and lower. The plasma would once again, entirely become gas even the heat within it drained away as the air rapidly cooled. However there was another surprise inside behind them a large explosion shook the sky as the hidden suns within the dragon went off. "Thatch what the hell was that." Erin screamed as he attempted to look back. His face was quickly met with a slap from Thatch, stopping him from staring back.

"Erin we are cool, if you look at that explosion it makes you less cool and makes me look bad. Understand?" Thatch growled

"Umm yeah ok." Erin sighed, unaware if his friend was serious or not. They landed on the other side of the city, opposite of Jack. "So what's the plan in dealing with them Thatch?" Erin spoke, looking at where the three were, still watching them with his haki.

Thatch, who was still tinkering with his device looked up with a smile. "So Sol is going to have to follow Jack, simply because she's the only one of them who can hope to counter him, he's a powerful logia after all. I'm going to go fight that scientist, I wanna see what those inventions of hers are capable of. You'll take on whoever that third person is, shouldn't be too much trouble for ya. He grinned, handing him the device and finally looking up from it. "Use this if you feel like having a real good time." He spoke.

Mad Science
The horror that Nez witnessed in the distance was completely unlike anything she'd seen before. Never has she seen pirates going out of their way to murder innocent civilians indiscriminately... unless they really wanted something they had. But to Nez, she thought that no amount of gold could drive someone to commit mass homicide.

Only a small gasp leaked from her body before she stormed down the steps of the clocktower. She clutched her bag tightly to her, which contained the small amount of sunny Weather Balls that she had not given to Sol prior. If she could somehow group the frozen citizens closer together, surely her modified Weather Balls would burn hot enough to melt their icy prisons.

A million thoughts ran through Nez's mind as she burst through the clocktower doors and ran down the street, keeping her rapid pace despite the bone-chilling frost that was settling on the town. Her aspirations seemed to warm her as she sped down the narrow streets to reach the civilians that had become targets in this battle.

Nez would round the corner to find something truly terrifying, two of the three that were attacking the stood before her, Thatch Vincent and Wynn Erin. "Yo what's up." Thatch spoke waving to Peg. Erin on the other hand prepared himself as the area around them distorted and a warped as he narrowed his eyes. However Thatch help up a hand. "Mine Erin, mine. There's another person here, go find them and do something about with em." Thatch spoke, and Erin replied with only a nod, disappearing from sight as he became the air itself.

"Alrighty now that he's gone we can get down to business I suppose." Thatch laughed, a grin plastered on his immaculate face. "Peg Nez, Marine Scientist and creator of O⁷F³, what are you doing on this island." Thatch paused, looking down and slamming his bare hands through the cobbled road, sending stones flying into the air, clattering loudly to the ground around his as he withdrew his hands from the hole. He opened them revealing the dirt that they below the streets. "What are you doing defending this joyless land, paved by slaves to feed the nobel's insatiable lust for death and destruction?" He asked, letting the dirt fall back to the ground.

Nez's body went into shock as she rounded the corner and was met face to face with an enemy combatant; she hadn't expected to fight, but as Thatch's monologue continued, she became more and more ready. She shifted her hands downward and shoved them in her pockets almost non-chalantly... but on the inside, she was clenching her fists tightly as she thought of an plan.

"Well, you are seem to know the basics of me." Nez said, an almost genuine hint of surprise in her voice. "But you tell me, nameless pirate, how much better you are than the World Nobles by invading a peaceful island, killing its civilians, and stripping it of its resources? Doesn't that seem just a little hypocritical to you?" Nez's tone became sharper and sharper and she visibly readied herself for combat by slowly unsheathing a simple plastic ruler from her pocket.

"Oh that's rich." Thatch laughed, glaring at Nez. "You really don't know what this island is do you." He continued, watching her with his will. "This island acts as a gold mine used to line the pockets of the Celestial Dragons with even more wealth. Everyone here works for them in a way, helping to perpetuate the violence throughout the seas. For anyone witha decent moral compass they'd want this island wiped from the ocean." He cracked his neck and let out a steady breath. "However none of that shit really matters to me, I'd kill them all regardless of who they were or what they did." He continued as he ran his right hand through his bangs, tossing his scarlet hair through the air in a dramatic fashion. "I suppose Legs doesn't let me out to play much, too many corpses and the island usually sinks." His gaze was manic, "Tell the devil I wan't my fiddle back." He sighed as the two buildings beside Nez exploded into a deep blue liquid that cascaded towards her a extreme speeds.

Nez, rather unexpectedly, stood in the exact same spot that she had before, with a single noticeable different. Every part of her from her head down to her toes was coated with a shade of black so dark it appeared as though Nez was a shadowy black mass; only the metallic sheen gave it away as been Busoshoku Haki, Nez's primary defense style. "I did not come here to fight, if we're being honest. But I will do whatever necessary to make sure that scum like you never deface this island again."

Following this, Nez did something rather strange. She began kicking the air in front of her at a dizzying speed, making her leg look like nothing more than a blur. It appeared that the immense heat that generated from the friction set her leg ablaze. Thatch had little time to react be Nez launched towards him, leaving a small circle of burnt stone from where she once stood.

The waves of deep blue poison cascaded over Nez, enveloping her haki coated body in it as she stood there and took it. This was a poison Thatch referred to as Leviathan. A dastardly brew that rewrote the minds of those that it touched. Rendering them completely subservient to Thatch himself. That poison was currently cascading around Nez, touching every part of her and attempting to enter her through her eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Were one simple place on her not entirely coated in haki it would prove to be her undoing. As she finally attempted to move in the water-like poison, it attempted to restrain her. Moving against her own moments she would find it much like working against a current. There was no way she could move fast enough as the poison surged against her every movement.

"Having fun?" Thatch spoke, of course she wouldn't be able to hear him, within the dome that enveloped her. Even now parts of the street warped into more poison that just added to the mix. Were Thatch to introduce his own haki to the mix it would be over. However for now the posion simply surged on, attempting to force Nez's arms and legs to be locked in place with the overwhelming force of the thick poison that surrounded her.

For a second, it seemed that the poison had completely engulfed Nez. It wasn't until one of Nez's arms erupted from the sphere of poison that surrounded her. In her clenched hand, Nez held a small vial filled with a glossy white liquid. In a stroke of what she hoped to be luck, Nez threw the glass vial blindly in Thatch's direction and hoped for it to make contact with him. As the vial left her hand, she could feel her mind becoming foggy as Thatch's poison overtook her.

Roars of Fire and Ice
That could not continue. Not the senseless, barbaric waste of civilians, butchered and kept frozen by that monstrous Jack like they were mere games. Not when Sol could do something to prevent it. The massive cold storm had her skin flush and shiver for a little while but was soon replaced by an immense heat. Sol’s outrage for the massacre had triggered her Logia powers, her flames burned stronger as her rage was raising.

With the help of her Kenbunshoku and strong sight, the Demon giant pinpointed the pirate and mayhem he was causing. The plasma disk she had generated in the air to protect the city from the cold attack began to move and twist, repositioning itself around the districts objects of Jack's rampage. The entire zone became encased by thick, bright walls, columns so high they looked like a glowing mountain. With that and the help of the rest of plasma, the cold storm was quarantined, preventing it from reaping other poor souls.

From those awe-inspiring walls of plasma, Sol's emerged in all her fury and glory, right in front of Jack. Compared to her towering self, the man was but a speck, standing even shorter than her ankle. Sol's form was shimmering; whirls of rotating plasma were streaming around her body, creating a form fitting body armor in perpetual motion: a defense Jack couldn't have dissipated just with a cold breeze, as bone-chilling his freezing powers were. To complement it, her arms became enclosed with her signature dragons fist, taken the forms of two massive gauntlets, yet weightless to somebody like Sol.

"Y'know..." Sol almost whispered, her tone was cold, despite her breath fuming flames hotter than fire itself. "If you just give up, I would grant you a relatively swift and painless death. Just melting into nothingness. Not the slow, grueling roasting you deserves for your crimes..."

The walls, or at least parts of it, from Jack's perspective began to shrink down on him. Closer and closer, until both were found in center of a cyclone. Both fighters were Logia masters, capable of annihilating opponents and rewriting landscapes with their mere presence; that was a match between Sol’s bright fire against his freezing ice, and between the Vice Admiral’s will against that of the pirate. The cold exuded by Jack and heat coming from Sol collided together in a portentous updraft current, steam rising upwards inside the ring which depleted it of his oxygen on a worrying pace.

Sol's right hand, while encased in her draconic gauntlet, morphed in its plasma state; it waved with the unnatural speed of fluid. The fist, coated in bright flames and Haki, positioned itself right in front of Jack, in an odd mixture of an uppercut and a lowered trust, coming like a stampede of a creature even bigger and faster than an elephant. Sol really wanted to just squash Jack underfoot but couldn't risk to obliterate half or more of El Dorado with a (justly) enraged stomp. Instead, she opted delivering a punch for the ages.

Underground Mine
Finally, the underground team had reached the mine. Solomon's eyes sparkled as they came into immediate contact with all the gold around. He looked to his left, there was gold. To his right, there was gold. Then in the distance, even more than before. The last time he'd seen that much gold in a single spot, was back when he'd been living in Mariejois with his father.

He walked over to the wall of gold and placed his hand on it. As he pulled away from it, the gold seemed to have stuck to his palm in a jelly-like state. Bring his palm to his mouth, he dropped the jelly gold into his mouth and sucked it up as though it was a suffer plate of spaghetti.

Normally eating gold, was like inhumane and most certainly not something you'd see every day. Yet, Solomon stood here talking palms of it into his mouth as if it were a normal meal. Had he been so in tune with being a World Noble, that he'd grown fond of the luxury that is gold that he wanted to be one with it?

He turned to Braxton who'd been standing not too far away from him. "Seems they haven't found the mine yet. It's been some time, how's ma?"

Braxton folded his arms and leaned against the mine's wall, closed his eyes then lowered his head. "I haven't been talking to her much after joining the Marines myself, but last I heard she was fine. The Yggdrasil Kingdom is as prosperous as ever. We haven't heard from you since your promotion to Commodore."

"I know, I know. After the promotion, Fleet-Admiral Byakko stationed me on Cape Island. I was there about a year, driving off pirates. Haven't even had much time to talk to dad either." Solomon reached for the wall again, pulling on more of the gold and smashed it into his arm. "Even then, that's not much of an excuse."

There was a moment of silence before Braxton had finally chosen to break it. "Yeah, she'd been asking me if I'd heard from you at any point during my time in the Marines. I just kept telling her you were busy It's been a year since you'd heard from her and five more since you'd seen her."

Solomon quickly lifted his head, looking to the ceiling above. "Something's coming." He stated.

Outside the mines Erin lowered Annabeth and Indiana to the ground. "Alright you two good luck. Mine could have some stragglers but you should be fine." He quickly tossed a canister to Annabeth. "Thatch said to keep that on you, don't know why but good luck with whatever it is." Erin spoke as he shot back into the sky, disappearing from view.

Landing swiftly with both feet and his knees bent, Indiana cleaned some dirt from his clothes and shot a thumbs-up at Erin. After he had been gone, Indiana released a sigh he didn't know he was holding. "Cap'n knows what she's doing, she knows, she knows..." Indiana said, though, it seemed to be more to himself, as he took out a small notebook from his jacket's pocket.

The notebook contained a half-detailed map, which was actually a separate paper from the other pages. Indiana turned at Annabeth, "I had found this unfinished map from the Libraries in Wano... it would serve to guide us," He looked ahead, eyes narrowing as a sweat went down his face, "But, I'm sure you can feel that our opponents are up ahead." Vines appeared from his shoulders and his legs, some of them hovering slightly above the ground.

Anna landed on the ground next, a small crunch emitting as her feet pressed against the floor. Catching the canister shortly after it was tossed, the woman smiled to herself before putting it away. She turned to a mumbling Indiana who was busy reassuring himself. "Have some confidence Indy, this is Legs that we're talking about here. There's a reason why she's a Yonko," she responded before straightening. The woman began walking forward before nodding.

"Of course they are. I would have been surprised and disappointed if no adversaries were here. Though it would have made the logistics easier..oh well. Let's see what surprises they have in store."

With that, she entered the mouth of the mine.

To Anne's dismay, upon entering, she'd instantly be met by Solomon, Braxton, and Riz. Braxton continued his same pose from earlier, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and head down. Yet at the same time, he remained completely aware of his surroundings granted his Kenbunshoku Haki.

"Draco D. Indiana and... possibly his student." Solomon joked, despite right now not being the time for that. It seemed, just a thirty minutes ago he'd been flopping between his plans and now he stood in the mine confident enough to be making jokes. "I could smell you before you even got here, old man."

Solomon placed his left foot out in front then brought it back and places his right one out. He brought his right foot back then brought out his left. He continued this pattern the entire time and as he did, he swung his arms out and twisted his body. To those around, he'd appear as though he'd been dancing, but there was much more to it.

This was Solomon's unique fighting style: Capoeira. "Braxton, you worry about the girl." Solomon took and deep breath between his movements and each time he brought his foot back, he exhaled. His body became cloaked in a liquid.

"I apologize for not being able to sit down and learn the details of the situation, Indiana. But you're here in 's treasure grove and I can't let you just waltz in here like that. So please, Indiana, have this dance with me."

Braxton pushed himself from the wall, he'd finally lifted his head after all that time of being silent. The gaze of his blood red eyes, pierced into the soul of Annabeth whether she knew it or not. He wagged his finger at Riz, basically signaling him to not move, justifying that he could handle this on his own.

"Fine then." Riz responded, throwing his hand up heading deeper into the tunnel and disappearing into the shadows.

Eyes perking up, Indiana smiled at Solomon, "It seems your Observation is keen, lad." He mused, despite being faced with three marines, and not three he hadn't heard about. There was almost nothing he hadn't heard about. "Who would think that you all would be here so soon," Indiana opened his arms, hands gesturing, he knew Solomon wasn't just like much of the other Commodores.

"Worry not," He replied simply, a frown into his face as it observed Solomon's movements, "I see, I see." Indiana's eyes shone red and all of a sudden, various vines burst from the ground, since they had travelled through his legs earlier. These vines, however, appeared more around the figure of Riz, wrapping themselves as a circle around him, "Don't go, lad, that'd be troublesome." Indiana smiled as the appendages supposedly managed to cage Riz in.

Even so, he had not taken his eyes off Solomon, and summoned several thorny vines around both of his hands. "I wonder how this exotic dance of yours-" While his eyes were still red, the vines formed themselves into gloves around his hands, "-Will fare against this." With almost no preparation time, Indiana had started a devastating chain of punches against Solomon, his arms moving so fast they seemed to be many. "Bain Bain no GATLING!!" Due to the extension of these vines, Indiana had an even large range, almost as if his arms were stretching.

Indeed she would be disappointed to find not one, but three Marines waiting. She had anticipated company, and was both pleasantly surprised and mildly annoyed to see they were high ranking Marines. It appeared things would take longer than expected.

Annabeth stared at the man in question as he rose from the wall to meet her gaze. "My, my what chilling eyes you have," was her response as she moved forward. Her pace was unhurried yet focused, ignoring Solomon's belittling and teasing nature. Nevertheless, she remained aware of Indiana going on the offensive.

"Let's get started shall we? Neither of us have all day."

Jungle Metal
Solomon continued his dancing movements, swaying and weaving with each movement he made. It wasn't long before Indiana had made his first move. To post, Indiana would appear as though he'd grown more hands, but Solomon was no simple fool. He'd trained under one of the greatest martial artists in their era and there was nearly nothing he hadn't seen before.

Fast punches that appeared as though one would have magically grown more arms, Kurama had displayed this plenty of times. It was through his trained eyes and mastery over Kenbunshoku Haki, that he'd be able to follow Indiana's owns hands easily. Again, still in the motion of his unique Capoeira fighting style, he was able to dodge Indiana's attacks with no sweat.

Continuing to follow the man's hands through his haki, Solomon held his forearms up to his side and at the exact moment of his exhale he'd pushed his forearms out to break Indiana's attack and possibly even his posture granted the force placed into the push. A trick of attacking based on the breathes one takes, stolen straight out of Vice-Admiral Grave Eldric's book.

All in a single motion, Solomon leaned over to his side, tilting his body as though he possessed no backbone or spine and landing on the palm of his hand assuming a handstand position, simply exhibiting the immense amount of control over his body he possessed. Normally the human body would be too much for one to lift with a single hand or even maintain balanced on, but Solomon with his intense training could do so without breaking a sweat. Especially since it was a part of his unique fighting style.

With his legs now over the rest of his body, he kicked, unleashing a blade of compressed wind which hurled itself towards Indiana; Rankyaku.

Riz on the other hand, while going along his path would find himself caught by Indiana's trap. Unlike Solomon and Braxton who'd prepared themselves for this, Riz was much more carefree and that trait led to his ultimate capture.

"Damn." He mumbled under his breath, as upon capture the thorns of the vines would cut into his skin creating wounds small, but big enough to allow blood to leak out. "Sorry, Indiana-bi." Riz spoke, tightening his fist so that the thorns would sink deeper into his skin causing more blood to leak out. "But this is my thing..."

Riz's blood trail began to change. Rather than fall down due to gravity and positioning, it began to slide upwards gathering together in multiple spots all over his body. The blood began to take on a form, solidifying into miniatures blades all over his body, then extending outwards to cut up the vines attempting to free himself.

The workings of Riz's unusual power, the Chi Chi no Mi. A paramecia devil fruit, giving one the ability to control and solidify their blood in a matter of useful ways in combat.

It was just as he thought, Indiana deemed with slightly widened eyes, Solomon wasn't a mere Commodore, at least, not anymore. Those kind of movements executed by him, they were gracious and gentle enough to put a normal person into a trance... a normal person, indeed. Indiana had his Kenbunshoku activated even before the fight started, his eyes could easily see the trajectory of Solomon's movements, yet, he didn't change his own attack, because then Solomon broke that flow with his arms. It also meant that he focused solely on Solomon for that period.

Arms which touched the thorns on Indiana's extended arms. Earlier on, he had made sure to not long encase his arms in long vines, but, ones filled with these thick spikes. Although not the most durable, they came in contact with Solomon's bare arms, the latter having used quite some speed in his movements, which only contributed to the damage. Nevertheless, Indiana's arms had been forced open, but, their wideness didn't persist, as he simply sprouted the vines off from his arms and his legs stood planted against the ground.

In that same period that Indiana took to recover and create more vines, Solomon had managed to fire another attack of his, "You don't," With a possible delay, Indiana assumed, due to the damage on his arms. Forearms now bulky due to the amount of vines around them, Indiana made even thicker thorns sprout from everywhere in his new fists, as the Rankyaku came for him.

Indiana spat some saliva, legs firm against the ground as his body tensed, "Kaku Bain!!" With a shockwave, he performed a double slide punch from the inside to outside, arms blurring and clashing against the attack's center. That action by itself generated a burst of a sound and the wind ressonated within the entire mine, making dust fall from the ceiling. With the thorns and motion of Indiana's arms, the Rankyaku would find itself vanishing from its center point and replaced by several other cutting slashes generated through the pressure of Indiana's attack.

Solomon watched as his attack amounted to nothing, not that he expected much since the man he'd been facing had more years of combat experience than himself. Surely it wouldn't take Indiana to do much to counter his attack. While still, on one hand, he bent his elbow and then pushed himself up to dodge the oncoming blades.

Honestly, Solomon could have avoided such extra moves, as there was a possibility that he could have taken the hits dead on, granted he'd had his body coated in the forces of his haki. Regardless, Solomon did not let that become what he leaned on. Instead, he chose to use it as a last resort, hoping to still be able to dodge attacks through his acrobatic capabilities.

While falling down to the ground, Solomon landed on his back, but more specifically his collarbone. With a simple grunt, Solomon's body went spinning as though he were a top from a children's game or a sidewalk street dancer attempting to collect money. Extending his legs out along with holding his elbows out, he would appear to be mimicking to form a helicopter.

"Rankyaku: Jiten Sue." Numerous wind blades were released from his body in an instant. All traveling from his legs and his elbows. As they were released they reached the center point between Solomon and Indiana and gathered together. It wouldn't take long before they'd formed into a tornado of wind and wind blades. Without any need to guide it, the tornado of wind blades traveled towards Indiana, seeking to encase and cut him.

"Such an odd style," Indiana remarked with a smirk, red eyes still keen on Solomon's movements. Had it been a mixture between some sort of martial art and dancing? Analyzing those aspects of it would certainly allow Indiana to trace back the movements' style and deduce which civilization- "Huh?" His mind snapped back to Solomon, who had just entered a weird position.

Indiana's eyebrows cocked up as Solomon began to spin, with him assuming it to be a shower of energy slashes. But, then, his eyes widened once again as his Kenbunshoku showed it all, showed that this was not a simple rankyaku shower. The ensuing tornado, as fearsome as it was, however, travelled through the ground.

Indiana's feet hadn't left the ground ever since the fight started, which allowed for several vines to travel underground... "Shima Bainyurashi!!!" He suddenly yelled, mouth wide, as several vines ruptured across the large area they stood in, rocks flying and erupting, while the vines swung around violently. Such an action would cause the tornado to lose its balance and dissipate, as rocks travelled like bullets through the place and the vines whipped everything.

Solomon watched yet again as his technique amounted to nothing against Indiana. The man was a trained veteran, he'd seen all a battle had to offer whether it was through training or on a war ground. When it came down to pure combat, Solomon was but an infant compared to the man.

Slowing down his spinning so that he could get a better view of his surrounds, Solomon found himself bombarded by flying rocks and wailing vines. Without much time to react on, Solomon decided to speed up his spinning still coating himself in the Kaito from earlier deflecting the rocks and vines from making contact with himself.

Pushing down with his arm, he flipped himself to his feet and began moving his arms in a blocking motion. Knocking vines and rocks away as he did. "Indiana, it's been a while since I've been able to dance a great dance! But just a few hours ago, I fought a great battle with the Yokai of your crew."

Despite smirking, Indiana let a sigh escape his mouth, it seemed this would lead them nowhere. Yes, it seemed. Wanted it or not, the Black Widow Pirates had to finish this fight as early as possible, they sure didn't know about the reinforcements coming, however, they were in the middle of a conflict against the Xros Pirates.

Nevertheless, Indiana couldn't help to be mesmerized by Solomon's movements and defenses against his attacks. "Huh?" His brows quirked at the mention of Yokai, but, whom? Who of the Yokai had he fought? And to be alive- One of their members had been killed?! Indiana gritted his teeth, that couldn't be, the Yokai were one of the main fighting forces- But, then again, Solomon was no mere Commodore anymore...

Even then, Indiana hadn't backed away from proceeding with his original plan... to take advantage of the many underground tunnels at El Dorado, through his many vines. Those vines would indeed seek and explore through them, securing other different places, so that hidden members of the Black Widows could go unnoticed or escape through them.

And, not amongst these members, Legs, Jack, Vincent, only one had already taken the route. The one who had prepared Indiana's tea back at the ship, and had stood "unconscious" until that moment. Cupping the air in front of his mouth, Indiana yelled, "Spandex!!" A flying web came from one of the fissures in the ground towards the crossed arms of Solomon.

Should it land, a figure would emerge from the ground as well, hopping back several meters as the silk came from his hands. A thin man, he had a spandex suit covering most of his body. Such action, would be enough to pull Solomon towards Indiana, who had prepared a buso punch to hit the man in the jaw, its pre-effects producing a gust of wind.

"Hey hey!" The figure called with a smile, his shaggy black hair framing against his face and blue eyes, while his eyes sharpened.

The Doc's Call
Choosing to ignore her words, Braxton felt that engaging in battles was all he needed to do. Talking with the opponent wasn't his style, it was moreso something his elder brother Solomon enjoyed. In fact, the general idea of Solomon taking on Indiana as opposed to Annabeth caught the commander off guard. Solomon was usually the type to try and hit on any girl, so long as her face and figure matched his standards. But now he chose to opt for the man over the woman.

Had he realized that on the battlefront, lust was just an obstacle to obscure his sight? Regardless, Braxton didn't dwell on it for too long. He had other things on his mind.. Things much more important than Solomon or any of his stupid fantasies.

The mine would suddenly become cold, yet no one had any idea of what had been going on. Despite showing no physical effects even Solomon was a bit lost, yet kept his head on straight to the opponent he'd been facing. But then, he'd came to the conclusion that it was the power of Jack Frost, member of the Black Widow Pirates who's also accompanied Legs in their attack of El Dorado.

Back to the situation at hand, Braxton had held his hand up and pushed against the atmosphere releasing a thrust of compressed air. Had Annabeth decided to be a saint and take his attack, she'd find whatever portion of her body was hit crushed by the force.

The faint traces of an amused smirk arose; so he wasn't the talking type. That meant peace and quiet, which allowed her to focus. Despite being crew mates with him for years, the cold that Anna felt still sent a chill through her spine. One that reminded her of comrades' strength.

She tuned into her own battle, a wry smile plastered on her face; Anna didn't become who she was by being saintly. It clicked as she moved, evading the blast while sliding forward. Part of her noted his technique; perhaps she would learn that for herself one day.

Braxton honestly didn't want to drag things out. He had... other things to attend to, so he wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. His body instantly became shrouded in a black coating, a testament to his mastery over Busoshoku Haki.

Again, like before, he held his palm out and released another one of his pressurized air punches. Yet, this was not all. Following the first, he'd launched another, then another, then another, until finally there were at least twenty compressed air punches hurling right for Annabeth.

Much like his brother, who'd been prepared and on his toes courtesy of Kenbunshoku Haki, Braxton's was activated as well. Even if he had an ulterior motive.

This was troublesome. She knew from the previous punches that trying to tank one would be disadvantageous. Which meant playing the game. At least for a little while anyway. Her slide turned into a somersault as she moved to langkah. With each step, she sank parallel to the ground in crawling tiger formation, focusing on accurate evasion of the numerous punches by using timely bursts of Kenbunshoku.

Once she bore down on his person, she made the switch, swinging into horse stance while aiming for his blindside with a blackened fist as the substance slid down her frame. Two could play at the Haki game.

Braxton's sensory haki was at its all-time peak, Annabeth may have thought it was his blindside, but with his haki currently, he possessed no blindsides. Despite this being the case he didn't move at all. Her fist came crashing at his side and the fact that it had been infused by haki made it all the more deadly.

Upon contact, Annabeth's punch created its own soft wind gust. Braxton was firm, he budged not one inch and simply looked to Annabeth. His entire had been coated in the black armor he'd covered himself in earlier. In one swooping motion, Braxton grabbed ahold of Annabeth's hand swung her over himself and slammed her into the ground with a tremendous amount of force.

She swung back up immediately, cracking her neck as she danced lightly on her feet. It seemed using Buso had been a good idea; otherwise that body slam could have done some tremendous damage. The doctor made a note that Brax made no move to stop her attack; it seemed he was confident.

Anna winced a bit, ranging out her Kenbunshoku once more as she started circling.

Dirty Blood
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Solomon's cloak of haki vanished, as he'd seemingly reached his time limit. Again, he was still exhausted from his battle against MuuMuu and the gold he'd eaten earlier was nothing more than a temporary boost. This was part of the reason he'd decided to take the mines as his location of protection due to the benefits he'd get from it.

Lifting his leg up and kicking it at the web thrown his way, Solomon sent off two wind blades with just one kick, both cross each other in the "X" shape attempting to cut it and deteriorate its path. Lowering his leg so that he could stand straight back up, his eyes met with another individual.

He wanted to drag this out more, but it seemed as though Indiana had a plan to counter him doing so. "A kid?" He thought to himself, opening his hand and having a sword be forged from a chunk of gold that had appeared. Kid or not, he was summoned by Indiana, therefore, making him his enemy.

With his sword up, he leaped into the air and ran at the boy using both Geppo and Soru to create afterimages of himself in each step he made. He slashed at the boy with incredible amounts of speed, hoping to land his linear blow to see what the results would be.

Just before Solomon could land his slashing attack though, Braxton disappeared from in front of Annabeth and reappear at his brother’s side, in a literally instant, quicker than even an eye blink. With his fist cocked back and coated in the black armor of his haki, he thrust forward with a tremendous amount of force smashing into Solomon’s right cheek, sending him crashing into the nearby wall.

Braxton stood there for a moment and switched his view between Solomon, Indiana, and Annabeth in that exact order then circling back to Solomon. He spoke not a word and only watching his elder brother slowly stand back to his feet.

“What the hell, Braxton?!” Solomon questioned in shouts, piercing his gaze into Braxton’s soul. “What are you doing?”

Braxton snapped his finger and suddenly Annabeth would finger herself trapped in a sphere that only held her person. “I’m sorry, Solomon, but I couldn’t hold out on that act for too much longer. I don't have much time, anyway.” Braxton’s black armor began to slowly disappear from his body as he turned his neck cracking it. “Draco D. Indiana. Do not move, I am no longer your enemy from this point forward. Annabeth is in no harm either. Once I am done, I will free her.”

“What the hell do you mean, ‘I am no longer your enemy’. Braxton, right now isn’t the time to play. We have to protect this City’s gold from these damned Pirates!” The Commodore couldn’t quite wrap his finger around the current situation, Braxton just hadn’t been giving him enough information to go on.

“You see, that’s actually why I am not Indiana’s enemy. Tell me, Solomon, just who’s gold is this?”

“That has nothing to do wit-”

“I SAID TELL ME WHO’S GOLD IT IS!!” Braxton’s roar was thunderous as natural as the sound of lightning itself, capable of cutting his elder brother off easily.

“This gold belongs to the World Nobles.” Solomon answered, but felt as though that wasn’t all he needed to say. “That has nothing to do with the situation, I want to know why you stopped me from attacking India-.”

Braxton lifted his hand up, signaling Solomon to quiet himself. “It has everything to do with this situation. Your answer has just told you why we I am no longer an enemy of the Black Widow Pirates.”

“You can’t be serious Braxton! What has brung change to you? Aren’t Pirates your natural enemy as a World Noble or Prince of the Yggdrasil Kingdom?!” Many thoughts ran through Solomon’s head. His younger brother had just declared he was no longer an enemy of his enemy.

“Maybe you’ve forgotten, Solomon. But, I no longer hold the status of a World Noble. When our mother decided to rule over the Yggdrasil Kingdom, our World Noble status was revoked. At any point, did you think it was weird that you hadn’t seen any of your siblings until you were actually old enough to explore for yourself?” Braxton took a pause to gather himself. “That’s because Marlon cut all ties with mother and the rest of us. To you, he’s the greatest father who treats his son with utter love. You’ve never once had to question him because he’s always there we you needed him. Well, let me enlighten you, Solomon.”

Lost for words, Solomon stood still. The same with Indiana who’d been watching and listening as everything had unfolded. ”What does he mean, enlighten?” Solomon thought to himself but chose not to speak out loud.

“Three years ago, the Kingdom was attacked by a Pirate Crew. It was utterly destroyed by this crew, they trashed everything. Queen Ferrothorn, our mother, tried her best to reach out the people at Mariejois more specifically, our father. Do you know what he told us? He told us, there was nothing he could do for us. He told us, as far as the rest of the World Nobles were concerned, we were no longer his family.”

Braxton gave off a sly chuckle. “Do you know how that made her feel? She was the queen, of a country and couldn’t even help her people. She didn’t even ask to have an admiral sent there to help fend, all she asked for was the funds to help get the country back on its feet and he told her, we weren’t even his family anymore."

The Commander sighed, "Mother had no problem with this fate and even our brother and sister, Mars and Olivia, decided to just brush it off, and she wrote it as we were the ones who decided to leave Mariejois so it’s our problem. But not me. How could you leave your wife and children down to hit rock bottom and not even give it a second thought.”

"That's when it dawned on me, Solomon. That when things began adding up. The Revolutionary Army's purpose is to stand against the World Nobles for the people." Braxton took a deep breath before continuing, "This world, everything that happens and all of its events... In one way shape or form, the World Nobles are involved. So I'll take that which they are involved in..."

With the clench of his fist, a dark glare was given birth. "... and I'll crush it with my own two hands. I won't follow any more of this "justice", facade you all have people hypnotized by."

"Brax, you aren't making any sense. You know how the World Nobles are, there's gotta' be something more to this!" Solomon shouted, his own face gloomy compared to Braxton's.

In the distance, the sound of a rolling cart could be heard. Riz would emerge from the dark depths of the mine pushing a wheelbarrow. "El Dorado has been on my list for quite some time, you see. After my informant within the Black Widow Pirates told me Legs would be coming here soon, I made sure to place myself in the are and knew that you would be the first Kurama would call. I also know about your scuffle a few days ago with that Yokai you mentioned earlier, I honestly thought you wouldn't make it out of that alive."

Riz finally reached Braxton's side revealing the contents of the wheelbarrow; melted gold rested in the stomach of the wheelbarrow, obviously the work of Riz. "Er, Braxton-sama. I couldn't get yer' more gold cause of ye' limit o' time." Riz scratched through his red hair, trying to apologize as best he could. "But it'll be 'nough to get tha' thingie majigger'."

"Riz! You're in on this too!" Solomon's face went from pale white to blood red, the color signifying the rage emotion he felt deep down inside. "Brother or not, if you stand against the World Nobles or the Marines to aid Pirates, then I will kill the both of you." Lunging forward, Solomon lifted his blade aiming at Braxton's neck.

His younger brother wagged his finger. "Lag." He stated a single word and at the moment he did, Solomon skipped from one where was currently, all the way to the other side of the mine where he'd crash right into the golden wall. As he hit the wall, the force was enough to cause Solomon to let go of his blade.

"You can not hit me, Solomon. Especially not in a space as cramped as this. He pointed his finger at Solomon and suddenly, the man's body was entrapped in a sphere much like Annabeth's own.

Walking over to Solomon's dropped sword, Braxton lifted the blade and admired its make. "Indiana, this is by no means a declaration of allying myself with the Black Widow Pirates. However, I do not deem you as my enemy and will not make you my enemy. That informant that's in the Black Widows is not the one who once lived in my kingdom, but another."

He stood near Solomon's trapped body and pointed the tip of the blade at Solomon's side. "However, tell Jack Frost, that he's innocent. He'll know what I mean." Thrusting the blade forward, Braxton stabbed at Solomon's ribcage, pushing the blade deeper and deeper into the man's side. The sphere disappeared around both Solomon and Annabeth and he threw the blade down to Solomon's side, turning his back to head to the entrance of the mine with Riz following behind him.

Solomon fell to the ground, he gripped his side, groaning in pain from the pierced he'd taken. "Y-you, you have devil fruit powers now? What is your.." Solomon's side leaked of blood and he reached to his fallen sword and turned it into malleable metal and stuff it into his whole as though he'd been trying to stop a leak at home. "What is your ability?"

"Oh, that's right, you don't know, do you. Olivia, Mars, and I all have devil fruit abilities now." A mental image of a brown-skinned man with black spiky hair came to Braxton's mind. "Mars ate the Gen Gen no Mi, it grants him the ability to manipulate gravity. Olivia..." An image of a petite dark-skinned woman came to his mind.

"She ate the Neko Neko no Mi, Model: Black Panther. And myself, well, I like to think of my fruit as the power to "Alter Reality". To tell you what it does would leave me at a huge disadvantage since out of the three of us I am your only enemy."

Braxton and Riz had reached the outside of the mine by now and he'd called out one last time to Solomon. "We will meet again, Solomon. And by that time, I will have found a way to get into the Holy City of Mariejois. Before that, ask him is there anything he'd like to tell you. He has secrets that dwarf your imagination."

"Wait!" Solomon shouted, but the two had disappeared into thin air. He was in intense pain and had to deal with a lot emotionally. But, for now, it would have to wait. In front of him, he still had three opponents who're objective is to take over the mine. "Right now isn't the time to think to much about it." He thought, slowly standing to his feet with the support of the wall.

"For now..." His hair began to stand up as though he'd been electrocuted. His facial expression changed from painful to chaotic and his senses were all set on the trio of pirates in front of him.

"Woah, woah!" The aforementioned kid bellowed with a smile at Solomon's advance on him, yet, his eyes widened when the other Marine suddenly jumped in-between. Only then, his eyes shone, "Awesome!!" He bounced his fists up and down, "Was this supposed to happen?" He turned towards Indiana, who had let a sweat run down his expression.

After a second, Indiana took only a glance at the boy, he couldn't fully diverge his attention, "Allar D. Daniel..." Oh shit, his full name used. "I don't have a script, I couldn't know!!" Indiana snarled.

"Well, you got pretty good Kenbun- Ow!!" Daniel rubbed the back of his head after Indiana's swift punch. The enemies continued to talk, yet, he couldn't keep his attention on them, "Did- Did I still do any good?" Daniel gazed side-ways at the old man.

Indiana rolled his eyes, "No!" Another punch and another grunt, "He kicked the web away!" He gestured furiously for Solomon, who had been talking with Braxton and that other Marine. "Not that it matters much." It was when their talk had been directed at him all of a sudden, what had been all that about World Nobles? Indiana knew of some Nobles becoming Marines... but, that had been quite the long story, even without details. His eyes narrowed as Braxton continued to speak.

Should this Marine really be trusted? Indiana's eyes flashed their fiercest shade of red yet, as the thoughts and emotions of only Braxton filled his mind, he still had ways to improve his Haki, but, even so, it was amongst the Widows' greatest. This man really carried genuineness within his words, but, "Daniel, go to the city of El Dorado," Indiana muttered.

"Huh?!" Daniel's mouth went open, "But, I was supposed to help here!" He held his arms out, the borders of his eyebrows rising. What had been called for then?

Rubbing his temples briefly, Indiana closed his eyes and sighed, "Just go and lay the message!!!" He snapped at Daniel, saliva flying out, as the latter clicked his teeth and vanished in a small shockwave. Indiana turned back at the men before him and walked over at a grunting Solomon, guard still high.

"I see that you're still not down..." Indiana glared at the sparkling Solomon, while several vines oozed from his body and encased some of it with themselves. "I'm sorry a family member of yours had to turn on you like that," His hat shadowed his eyes for a brief moment, yet his haki went back to Solomon, awaiting his next move.