Sir Gigantus rolled his eyes "Ugh. I knew that damn admiral was going to be a pain in the ass." He leaned to his thigh and upholstered a large foot long revolver that broke open at the side cylinder.
"Hello Gorgeous…." The guns name was literally gorgeous. It was an Eccellente Acciaio. An Excellent Steel. A super charged, and far more versatile form of firearm derived from unique processes.
Firearms. One of the few great equalizers in the world. Or so normal people would say. You put a black powder propelled weapon in even a child's hand and even the adults could fall to their knees
But the reality of the world is this, fighters quickly outpace technology made by ordinary man. The only way to keep up, was to become Extrodinary.
There was processes of 'Blessing' steel. Imbuing it with magics that only certain whispered groups could access, or giving it the power of a devil fruit. The latter is having a difficult time functioning over the hundreds of years that its been attempted to keep pace. Devil Fruits need to have a mind to function, so to give a weapon a mind, a zoan is bestowed upon them.
There of course was devil sap as well, giving Firearms strange properties such as bullets that are 20x heavier, or enlarge once left the barrel.
But the most sure fire way was to allow them to become Excellent. Combing a piece of the user, either blood, sweat, or even tears, and then through a alchemical process that is still not quite understood, a firearm is disassembled, and the pieces are soaked and tempered and combined with the piece of the wielder.
This in turn, allows the Weapon to gain the strength and speed of its wielder. Ordinary bullets can be entered, but as it is carved and rubbed against the bore of the barrel, it too is imbued with strength propelling it with astounding strength!
Once they become excellent, anyone can use them. Though it is an unwise idea to do so, as the power of the weapon even while being worth a fraction of the owner's power, can greatly damage the new user.
This tied to the requirement of consent in the use of a piece of a person, as well as the possible need to have it re-undergo the same process to allow it to continuously keep up with the user, meant that these were both rare, and unwieldy in the wrong hands
The bullet zipped through the air! Piercing through Noirs shoulder! Ripping the muscle and fracturing his arm! "Grah!"
Noir screamed as he rolled across the ground. Two more shots pierced through the Car we was on. Doing so like butter, the bullers having concentrated force into such small packages prevented them from causing mass devastation. Though the far wall where it finally stopped did have a chunk of the Red Sandstone be sheared off and fall into the road!
"Shit! Where'd that come from…And from what! I thought I was bulletproof?!" Noir grabbed at his shoulder, rolling it and feeling the heat absorb into his. He could tell that the fracture wasn't bad, but was going to keep his arm out of Comission until he could have the Resident doctor help put it in good shape.
But that was the thing…He didn't need his arms!
"Damn…Wirly Bastards a quick one I'll give him that!" Sir said as he attempted to aim with just the front irons of the Revolver, watching Noir disappear. "But he's got to deal with one more, and then it'll be my turn!"
"Seems like you've gotten the hang of this quick!" Dezzi said, going through their bag and patching themselves up. Jeanne was in the middle of nearly expert driving skills as there was now less cars on the road and she had gotten a hang of it "I think it's mostly my fear of crashing and dying keeping us afloat here dez…" She said with a slight nervous chuckled
Clunk! "AH!" She screamed, looking to the side, where none other than Noir was. "Oh it's you…Geez! Don't scary me like that." She says, her arms tightly flexed as she continued to drive.
"Theres only one of the Grateful left. That dark bastard Davies. Then we can finally get up to that Leather bound freak." As he spoke, Dezzi had already moved over to Noir, and began to treat his wound without a word. The two immediately knowing what to do.
By the time it was over, Noir was one sleeve short on his Turtle neck "You look different Dez."
"Yeah, this is my Final form Helmi. Its a form on top of Sulong I made by giving myself drugs."
"Hell yeah." He gave a nod
"Well don't just stand there! We wont be much help in this fight unless Dez wants to come along." Noirs eyes shifted to Dezzi.
"Sure. I've only got another hour or so in this mode, so Best to put it to good use!"
"Man Sen Ri Setsuzoku Kaiten!" Kette yelled, Leroy had entered into Gear 2nd, and leapt up into the air as he was quickly spinning a giant chain around out over 10,000 rpm! Giant torrents of air whipping around that was about to cause a tornado to form!
A Second later, he released the chain! Swinging the large meter wide links of steel straight for the Captain! Air wrapping around it as it broke through the sound barrier and was about to slam into Leroy!
"Hrah! Gum Gum!" He Shot his hands back, steam rising from them before snapping forward and extending out with tremendous earth shattering force!
"Hyper Arablist!" His two palms cracked and shattered the chain links! Causing the chunks to fall to the ground with resounding vibrations! The other length of chain that was disconnected in the Process went spinning away! Landing a decent dozen meters from the two!
"Setsukou Muchi!" The giant chain absorbed back into his hand as he created another, finer length! Each of the links were mere millimeters long!
Leroys eyes widened as he leapt into the air! The tip of the Whip cracking a giant dozen meter wide crater! Bouncing off the air, he dodged another attack, after another as Kette Continued to whip away at the captain!