"Hrah!" Noir slammed a kick into the side of the pick that Morgans, the former admiral then spun his pick around and swung it hard, causing a gash to gut just below Noirs bottom left floating rib, causing him to grimace
"Carne!" Noir delivered a simple kick that was filled with tremendous force! Causing Morgans to be sent skidding to the the side.
30 Laps had passed at this point. More of the cars had been taken out by dezzi, throwing them with immense strength as the fights continued around them
"Seems like they're doing better than I expected!" Sir thought as he leaned out of the Semi Truck, a giant tank like truck that had half a dozen wheels and was a large building of a car. Many pipes sticking out of each side with smog coming from them
A flurry of Kicks! Then a swipe, duck! Leap! Spread legs to fall into a splits and dodge another hit "Not bad…I must admit! But I feel tremendously weaker than when I was alive!"
Tham! The pick was embedded into the roof again! "Just how did you die anyway?! A Pirate finally get you?!"
"Pirate? Don't make me Laugh! Only the strongest pirates have a chance a taking on an admiral and felling them to the grave!"
"I was far past my prime. But even that was far more desirable than this weakened, damnedable form!" He pulled the pick out and clashed with Noir! The Chef quickly spun on his foot, kicking him away.
His leg began to smolder before erupting into Purple flames! "Bruciato Carne!" He large purple flames exploded in a fiery blast as it landed into Morgans! Coral and coat on his chest burning away to expose a rib cage! A false heart behind it!
"Grah! Haff! Fire?! So you've learned to infuse your attacks with elemental prowess? And you're so young!" His eyes widened in a look of astonishment and glee. "Maybe the next generation can Reach the levels of strength from my day!"
Tham! Another clash! "I must admit, I really didn't think it possible. But maybe I was just cynical. Or had to much ego in my own!"
"Infuse?" Noir asked, Smacking the pick away with another explosion of amethyst hued flames
"Egh. Guess not, you're going about the artificial way then." Morgans pick was shimmering in black
"Now quit wasting my time and fight!" He yelled! Leaping forward. He'd forgotten how much he'd loved the thrill of battle. The talks, the banter! The competitive nature! He was partially thankful that his current body allowed this fight to be difficult. It allowed him to revel in that thrill!
Morgans. He was a Marines Marine since he joined. He started off as a Cadet but quickly moved to a Cavalryman, a rank/position that no longer existed. It's purpose was to be quick and agile. Usually in small groups in large scale battles to chip away at defenses.
But in the decades since where the Marines grew exponentially more, The Cavalry was deemed useless, and most became Captains of HQ. Some Rear Admirals off base, seeing as how most Cavalry joined young and weak, but those that made it to their dissolution were immensely powerful, being able to lead their own corps and companies.
But Morgans was even better than that. He'd go on undercover missions, become a pirate for dozens of weeks and months. Get in deep, and gain the trust of those around before taking them down single handedly.
This made him infamous, and combined with the power of the Ancient Lizard Spinosaurus, granting him immense strength and speed, and even the spine was able to expand and contract like a porcupine's quills, meaning in his hybrid form the spines on his arms could become blades.
It was well into his Career, he'd gained the title of Kohatori. The Amber Bird.
It was by then, in the Twilight of his Career that a Certain Rookie began to make way. None other than Gol D. Roger himself. He'd encountered him a half dozen times on his adventures, but the agile beast was able to slip through the admirals fingers each time.
Jack, the Future Hero, was the one to always chase after him in those instances. But by the time the Declaration of the One Piece's existence, Morgans had passed away. Content with his life, and was Buried at Sea.
Again and Again the Two Clashed. Noirs speed was Rapidly increasing due to the Flames of Calore, but Morgans was breathing heavier and heavier, his movements growing slower, but his empty chest cavity began to figuratively burn! He couldn't get enough!
"Grand Split!" He raised the pick up over head and attempted to slam it down with all the force he could muster! But Noir was quicker!
"Stufa….Bastoncini!!!" He slams kick after kick into the body of morgans! The Flames spread across his justice jacket and shattered parts of his body! Then the body flew through the air and crashed into the far end in an explosion! His weakened body meant that whatever the black substance he was using to protect himself, was unable to be mustered.
Slam! The Metal rended inwards as the driver continued to speed around the pavement
"Haff…Haff…" Morgans groaned as he could feel his soul begin to losen from his body.
"Gotta say. If thats what an Admirals Capable of after being dead for half a century and only being as strong as the point of when you died…I gotta say. No wonder the Marines rule the world…"
"Oh don't flatter me, pirate…" He was quite for a moment. "Actually. You think you could bump me a smoke? Before you do me in? Don't really got any arms over here…"
"Sure." Noir kneeled and popped a cigarette out and put it between the man's roted lips. Putting a flame to it and lighting the tobacco.
The Smoke left the small chimneys of coral along with his rotted nose. Watching as Noir stood to his feet. "I gotta say, I expected to have a longer bout with you. But I'd rather go out like this than be some fuckin puppet…"
Noirs flames had gone out by that point, pant leg burnt away. "Don't make me beg. Just get it ov-"
Smash! The skull was obliterated! Body returning to a coral covered skeleton in clothes and burnt justice jacket.