Water 7 Mini Fight III

The sheer force of Roger's Divine Departure was devastating, shaking Masterson's world as if the ground itself had split apart. His vision blurred momentarily, but his Devil Fruit proved its worth once again, allowing him to teleport away from each attack that threatened to tear him apart. The power of his fruit seemed almost made for this moment, giving him just enough edge to survive.

Grinning through the chaos, Masterson steadied himself and aimed his rifle. He was preparing to counter, but suddenly, Roger wasn't there. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Unease crept in as he sensed something above him. His eyes darted upward just in time to see Roger descending like a blazing comet, his blade raised and ready to strike with monstrous intent.

"Damn it!" Masterson growled, the cigar clenched between his teeth snapping in half and falling to the ground.

Roger's speed left him no choice but to engage head-on. With no room to evade, Masterson quickly gathered his strength. Channeling his Devil Fruit's power into his attack, he propelled himself upward, shouting,

{Death's Ram!}

Using the butt of his rifle as a weapon, he imbued it with Armament Haki, bracing for impact.

But Roger was unrelenting. His blade, glowing with the raw energy of Conqueror's Haki, arced high above him. The sheer force of his swing dwarfed anything Masterson had encountered before.

{Divine Judgment!}

Roger roared, bringing the blade down with earth-shattering precision.

The clash was cataclysmic. Air rippled outward in shockwaves, the sheer power of their meeting shaking the battlefield. Masterson felt the weight of Roger's monstrous strength press against him like a tidal wave. His attack, though fierce, was overwhelmed in moments.

Roger's swing tore through Masterson's defenses, sending him hurtling downward with bone-crushing force. His body slammed into the ground so violently that it bounced before coming to a painful stop.

Blood gushed from his mouth as he coughed uncontrollably, his chest heaving from the impact. A deep, horizontal gash ran across his chest, the remnants of Roger's attack cutting through his Ghillie suit, leaving it tattered and soaked in blood.

"Aha… Ahahaha… Ahahaaa…" Masterson wheezed, his laughter tinged with both pain and disbelief. "So this is the strength of the big dogs, huh? Damn… Garp…"

Sprawled on the ground, battered and broken, Masterson could do little but curse his luck, his gaze fixed on the sky as he lay among the debris, contemplating the power gap he had just experienced.

Masterson lay crumpled and bloodied beneath Roger's presence, his breath shallow, his resolve seemingly shattered.

Roger, his blade resting casually on his shoulder, tilted his head as he studied the beaten marine. "Hmm... Young man, you've got strength, but you lack something far more important."

Masterson coughed, spitting blood onto the ground. "And what's that…? Dreams? I lost those years ago," he rasped, his voice laced with bitterness. "I've been dead inside long before you ever swung that sword at me!"

Roger frowned, his eyes dimming with a trace of pity. "A man without dreams is already defeated." He shook his head, turning away as he spoke over his shoulder. "Live to fight another day, brat. Find a purpose before you throw yourself at death again."

Without another word, Roger sheathed his blade, leaving Masterson lying in the rubble. Roger turned his gaze toward the other side of the battlefield, where Oden and Aokiji's clash raged on like a storm of ice and steel.

[Oden vs. Aokiji]

Oden's blade carved through another wave of icy tendrils as he charged forward, each swing more ferocious than the last. 

{Paradise Waterfall!}

He bellowed, his attack cutting through the air with devastating force.

Aokiji's eyes widened slightly as the concentrated Haki slash tore through his ice and barreled toward him. He reacted instantly, trying to transform into ice as the blade struck, but the blade strike went through his right shoulder and tore a deep scar diagonally down his torso.

Blood trickled from Aokiji's mouth as he rematerialized, the pain sharp but his composure unbroken. "Not bad," he muttered, wiping the blood away as he steadied himself. Behind him, 2/5 Dock 5 was no more, Oden's attack had cleaved through the entire structure, sending splinters and rubble cascading into the sea.

But Oden wasn't finished. Without hesitation, he launched himself at Aokiji, his blade ready for another devastating strike. "Let's see if you can handle this, Ice Marine!"

Aokiji planted his foot firmly, raising one arm to block while the other braced behind it. The samurai's strike came down diagonally with relentless force, slipping past Aokiji's defense but losing some momentum. Aokiji seized the opening, slamming his Haki-infused fist toward Oden's face.

The battlefield trembled as their clash created a massive shockwave. On Aokiji's side, the ground froze instantly, turning the terrain into a glacial wasteland. On Oden's side, the sheer force of his Haki cracked the ground, sending spiderweb fractures through the ice.

Aokiji gritted his teeth, using his devil fruit powers to stabilize himself.

{Ice Touch!}

He yelled, reaching out to grab Oden's shoulder with a freezing grip.

But Oden's raw strength was overwhelming. With a guttural roar, he shrugged off Aokiji's hold, raising his head and imbuing it with Haki. "You're tough, Ice Marine, but let's see you handle this!"

Oden reared his head back, before swinging it forward full force, headbutting Aokiji with enough force to send him flying back through a series of crumbling buildings. Aokiji managed to stop himself in midair, freezing the ground around him for balance. His vision swam, and his head throbbed from the impact.

"What a monster," Aokiji muttered, shaking off the dizziness as he steadied himself. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a barrage of icy spears.

{Ice Partisan!}

He called out, hurling them one after another at Oden.

Oden weaved through the incoming projectiles with ease, slicing one in half as he charged toward Aokiji with a wide, manic grin. "Wahahah! You're not half bad, Ice Marine!"

Aokiji narrowed his eyes, beads of sweat forming on his brow despite the cold. He knew Oden was far from finished, and each second stretched the limits of his endurance.

As Roger watched the duel from a distance, his sharp eyes caught movement on the horizon. A fleet of Marine ships was closing in fast, their cannons loaded and ready.

"So, the cavalry's arrived," Roger muttered, cracking his neck as he prepared for the next wave of battle. He glanced back at the unconscious Masterson and sighed. "Looks like we'll have to wrap this up soon."

From the Marine fleet, the imposing figure of Fleet Admiral Kong stood at the bow of the lead ship, his presence radiating authority. His booming voice carried across the battlefield. "Pirates! Your reign of chaos ends today! Surrender, or face annihilation!"

Roger smirked, gripping his sword tightly. "Looks like the real party's about to start."

[Draco and Trio]

As Draco destroyed Mace's clone, he looked toward the shore, spotting Taylor sprawled on the ground, gasping for air. It seemed Taylor had just crawled out of the water.

"There's that devil..." Draco muttered, his face cold and expressionless, though his killing intent flared like an oppressive storm.

Nearby, Shanks, Enel, and Buggy froze in place, their spines chilled, knees nearly buckling under the sheer weight of Draco's murderous aura. Without a word, Draco leaped toward the shoreline, his sandals barely making a sound against the ground.

Taylor, finally catching his breath, slammed his fist onto the wet sand, frustration evident. "Argh!" he growled, pushing himself to his feet, anger burning in his eyes. But his defiance quickly turned to terror as he felt Draco's presence approach.

Taylor looked up and saw Draco closing the distance, his red-ringed eyes glaring like a predator honing in on its prey. Every step Draco took made Taylor's body tremble uncontrollably.

"Damn it... The Human God... Draco!" Taylor cursed under his breath, his legs feeling as if they were made of lead.

Draco, more imposing than the last time Taylor had seen him at Dock 1, strode forward, his gray kimono and loose gray pants swaying slightly in the sea breeze. His dark curly hair framed a face that could belong to either a savior or a demon. The rhythmic clacking of his sandals made Taylor's heart race faster with each step.

From a distance, the sharp, blaring horns of Marine warships echoed across the battlefield.

Taylor's eyes widened, his face breaking into a twisted grin of relief. "Ah... AHAHAHA... AHAHAH! They're here! The Marines are here!"

Draco paused for a brief moment, glancing at the fleet on the horizon. His face remained emotionless, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Unfazed, Draco turned back to Taylor, now lying prone on the ground again. Towering over the Marine captain, Draco's voice was low and cold. "Marine Captain Taylor... By the end of today, you'll wish for death."

Taylor's grin faltered. Nervously gripping his blade, he forced himself to his feet and barked, "You'll be dead anyway!"

In a burst of desperation, Taylor drew his blade, swinging it with all his might. But before the attack could even reach Draco, Shanks darted in with a roar of rage, his blade crashing into Taylor's with brutal force.

Taylor staggered back, his arms shaking from the impact.

Before he could recover, Buggy appeared beside him, delivering a devastating roundhouse kick to his gut. The blow sent Taylor flying back, gasping for air, his lungs feeling as if they'd been crushed.

As Taylor writhed on the ground, coughing and clutching his stomach, Enel casually strolled up, smirking. Without a word, Enel leapt into the air and drove his knee into Taylor's skull with brutal precision. The sickening crack of bone echoed, and Taylor let out a pained cry before collapsing, unconscious.

Enel scoffed. "Heh, that's all it took?"

Draco gave a faint smile. "Good job. But don't kill him yet. Shanks, Buggy, take him back to Dock 1. Keep him as a hostage just like that Portal person..."

"Huh? Us?" Shanks and Buggy asked in unison, their faces a mix of confusion and annoyance.

"Yes, you two," Draco replied with calm authority. "You're part of Roger's crew. Enel and I will hold the line here. Go warn the others. I have a feeling this won't be an ordinary war."

Reluctantly, Shanks and Buggy hauled Taylor onto their shoulders, grumbling as they made their way back to Roger's ship.

Draco turned his attention to the horizon, where the massive Marine fleet was rapidly closing in. At its head was Kong, standing tall and imposing at the prow of the lead warship.

Even from a distance, Draco's sharp eyes could make out the high-ranking figures aboard the flagship: Kizaru, Akainu, Sengoku, and Garp, casually munching on crackers as if this were just another day.

Draco's gaze hardened. "So, they've sent the entire Navy's elite... Interesting."

Beside him, Enel crossed his arms, electricity sparking faintly along his body. He smirked, his confidence unshaken. "Guess this'll be my first big fight, Captain. What do you think?"

Draco gave a subtle nod, his expression unreadable. Together, the two stood on the shoreline, unyielding as the Marine fleet loomed ever closer, the air charged with tension.

Then suddenly, a deafening explosion boomed from the direction of Dock 5, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. Draco's gaze shifted slightly as a massive plume of smoke and debris rose into the sky, the sheer force of the blast shaking the ground beneath their feet.

Without flinching, Draco muttered, "Oden must be fighting someone strong." His tone carried a mix of curiosity and acknowledgment, as though such destruction was almost expected from the legendary samurai.

Enel, however, couldn't tear his eyes away from the chaos. His smirk faded, and his usual arrogance wavered as he stared at the aftermath of Oden's attack. The sheer devastation left him momentarily speechless.

"Damn... they're all monsters in the Blue Sea..." Enel murmured to himself, his voice low and unsteady. For the first time, the self-proclaimed god felt the weight of what he'd stepped into, a world filled with titans capable of leveling entire battlefields.

Draco, unbothered by Enel's awe, turned his gaze back to the Marine fleet, the corner of his mouth lifting in a faint, dangerous smile. "Focus, Enel. Our fight's coming."