Over The Top

Prologue
The Wolves of War were on a rampage once more, but this time not for the sake of mere conquest, this time they had a mission: humiliating the marines and the complete destruction of a prominent Marine base in the, one that not only intruded upon the territories of the spider empress, but that resided in an area that might prove criticial in their inevitable war against the Xcross Pirates.

But the journey was a long one, and upon their way there they'd been forced to make several stops, mostly to pillage for supplies but just as often as a way to further expand the territory of the Black Widows, a fearsome crew that more or less dominated the New World, lead by what most would concede to be the most powerful Yonko, Daddy L. Legs.

Travesfort was an island of signficant size that specialized in mining operations and mineral exportation. It was rich in resources, and its residents enjoyed close relations with the marines, who'd stationed several captains and a commodore there to keep the peace and hold back pirate raids. Unfortunately, they'd never even dreamt that they would find themselves under attack by one of the Yonko Commanders.

Wolfgang grinned at the opposing villagers from his vantage point atop a mound of rotting marines. Neither he nor his men had shown them any mercy, and nary a moment went by where a poor man or woman wasn't executed behind him by members of his crew, but there were three men that the mink had chosen to spare, albeit certainly not out of the goodness in his heart: the highest ranking marine officers present, a commodore and two captains. Humiliating the marines required making a statement out of their esteemed officers.. and Wolfgang's tactic was unorthodox but certainly effective, stripping them of everything save for their undergarments and putting explosive collars around their neck, attached to chains that were held by the Maneater himself.

All of them struggled to contain their tears and sanity as they heard the dying screams of comrade after comrade being put on the chopping block. Wolfgang was the first to break the silence, his tone seemed almost playful as he dropped down onto the mound and looked over the gathered resistance.

"This wouldn't have happened if you'd just accepted our original terms in the first place. Did you truly think that mere marines stood a chance against yours truly, that you could deny Wolfgang anything at all?" He emphasized the absurdity of that statement with a chuckle before he droned on. "Whatever the means, I will get what I want, and what I want right now is your unconditional capitulation. Agree to those terms, and nothing need change around here, my Captain is a fair woman and she will ensure your safety. Heh, as an added bonus, you might get to lay eyes on me more often!"

For some reason this seemed to merely strengthen their resolve, for some reason that Wolfgang couldn't fathom even to this day, the residents of the islands he conquered always displayed the same uncanny ability, zealously pursuing a hopeless cause. Yet this was an issue, he didn't want to kill the civilians, they were important in order to ensure that the island retained its worth, undoubtedly they counted on that, it was almost clever, almost.

He chose that moment to move, an effort that required a single leap of but which propelled him forwards at such speeds that the surrounding landscape flew into a disarray due to the emergence of a powerful sonic boom at his point of departure. Villagers were blown about like scattered playing cards, and had just risen to their feet when Wolfgang reemerged, but to their horror he was not alone.

Two of the villagers let out a hollow scream as they saw what he was holding, it was a crying little boy, who the pirate cradled almost affectionately. "You are correct in your assumption that harming you would run contrary to my mission, for your workforce is required to maintain operations here." Wolfgang grinned as the boys wailing intensified, rightly terrified of what to him seemed like a monster out of a bedtime story.

"But, your children aren't essential to this operation, and will require far too much time until they start becoming fully productive members of this colony. So, starting today, I will devour one child each day in the town square, in front of all of you, don't expect a short affair, I savor each of my meals."

At this point the parents of the boy were straining desperately against the grips of their fellow villagers, and the boys crying had turned deafening. Eventually the mayor of the town stepped forward and spoke, the words choking in his throat.

"W-we agree to your terms.. let the boy go."

Wolfgang's face split into a wonderful smile, and his tail wagged back and forth in genuine joy. He put the boy down gently, and allowed the screaming child to run to his parents.

"Awesome! Thanks."

The Power of Arms
Three days had passed since then, and now they'd finally arrived at their true destination, the marine base known as G-13, a constant thorn in the side of the Black Widows, and a variable that simply could not be allowed to exist given the war with one of the other Yonko. Granted, it was still a large ways away from the fleet that Wolfgang had brought with him, but that was for safety concerns.. whenever they attacked a large base, he always went in first to ensure that their defenses were weakened enough that he needn't risk his ships to take them down.

At the current time, he was lying in his makeshift throne of pillows, surrounded by the selfsame marines he'd captured earlier, now dressed up to resemble male prostitutes. They fed him grapes and fanned him with large paper fans, even as they undoubtedly plotted the most effective way of disposing of him, Wolfgang liked to live precariously, especially when it meant absolutely dominating high-ranking marine officers. He had every intention of showing them off in this get-up during each and every visit to an island, and thereby demonstrating the enormous power of the Black Widow Pirates.

He was half-aware of Tomoka-san attempting to explain his most recent battle plan, that was unnessecarily complicated and convoluted given that it basically boiled down to the usual, Wolfgang would run in and hit stuff really really hard. It was a plan that tended to work given the minks freakish levels of physical strength, that was only magnified massively by his weapon of choice, the mighty Ulfgarn and was currently hovering a feet above the floor in a corner of the large room, so as to not cause damage to the structure due to its ridicolous weight and mass. It had been another enchantment of Legs' make, and one that while hardly flashy, was certainly extremely useful.

Eventually Wolfgang felt they'd arrived close enough, and with fast steps he sauntered out onto the deck of the main ship summoned the Ulfgarn to his hand and vanished in a blurr, covering great distances with each step he took using the gravity defying Geppo technique, gathering increased levels of momentum with each leap as it brought him further and further away from his allies, and closer and closer to his actual enemy.

He paid the islands directly surrounding G-13 little heed, for neither of them had a significant tally of inhabitants, due to both of them largely being inhospitable. With one being a dormant volcano that erupted now and again, and the other being a desert island of impressive size. Inconsequential to a conqeuror, as neither of them held any noteworthy resources.

Halfway to his objective, Wolfgang began twirling the Ulfgarn about, slowly at first, but then more and more intensely to build up more and more power, and soon each harmless revolution sent resounding shockwaves throughout the land, grasping at the ocean below him and causing it to tremble in anticipation, its surface manipulated in such a way by the skillfull and calculated application of such immense kinetic energy that larger and larger waves began to take shape, as the mink literally toyed with the natural world through nothing less than pure strength alone.

But then suddenly something changed, as Wolfgang accelerated his speed to the point that he streaked across the remainder of the distance, and shot down at a diagonal angle.. piercing the water surface and sending it receding at incredibe speed from his position, forced aback by the raw unbound energy of his movement, its water pushed onto the waves very crests, turning the already restless sea into towering monstrosities that soon dwarfed most of the buildings on the island.

Then Ulfgarn struck true, and the area it struck was the now barren wasteland that would be the buttom of the ocean under normal circumstances. The result was immediate, the grounf shattered over a radius of several kilometers around Wolfgang, groaning and screaming protest as he directed the very earth itself to generate tectonic movements of its own, shearing against the very foundation of the marine base, causing it to tremble, shake and quake and thereby bringing untold destruction upon the various structures, ramparts and defenses of G-13 -- even as the tectonic shift caused the already immense waves to grow even larger and wider still.. until they became true tsunami, whose tremendous amounts of water were intended to wipe out the vast majority of the islands defenders.. if any remained after such a monstrous feat, that is.