"Holy Shit!" A Pirate screams as the Massive Wall Obex Formed in front of them! It went up with such strength that it sent dozens of them up into the air! Some were able to stay on the top, only to fall over the ledge and to injury or their death!
"Quick! You! Get to the trenches!" One of the group leaders, a large man with balding over top of his hair and a mustache on his face his name was Sacro. He leapt into the Trench and ran down the line! Gun shots whizzing past him as he huddled Pirates past him! Turning and releasing a hail of 30-06 gunfire from his Rattlesnake Machine Gun!
All around the Island. There had been those that had almost made it towards the second layer. But given their distance they were nowhere near the plaza as kilometers of buildings , the spires, and open space!
"Die! Gah!" A Marines shouted as he impaled his saber into the stomach of a Pirate! Splattering the wall with blood! Other Marines that had attempted to hide were now out in the open because of the Wall! Dozens of them were essentially lined against the wall for execution!
Blood splattered against the wall. Intestines clumped against the ground. The Pirate now had no where to go but up of under! The Marines had totally pushed them against the wall! Cornering them like wild animals!
Even Braemar and Poniard were slicing through Pirates on the Eastern end of the Island where Barbary and Rhico had been fighting! The two of them were struggling for their lives…They were only Ensigns!
A massive shadow loomed over a Marine named Greenbay. Only for the moment he turned to see the massive limb of Andreas mech to come soaring down! His leg was almost out of the way had he not been too slow! He was trapped under the weight! His leg utterly crushed like ice in a wet bag! Blood pooling from under. He screamed for his Comrades!
"Help! Please Help!" He whimpered and screamed. Thinking to his family. His brother in the war. But the plead was cut short! One of the Redbeards sliced, and relieved his head from his neck!
War was brutal…
Even the Pirates. Who saw it all were astonished. By the brutality of the Marines. The power of the Marshals…And the sheer scale of it all.
To the eyes, De Leon, sitting on the Wall. Was like a monument. Even if he appeared normal. His disposition to the situation gave him an aura of awe and trepidation to those around. Watching Vice Admirals loom above them with looks of convictions, the Commanders of Redbeard display strength that they could only think was Godlike in their feeble minds.
"Hah….Damn you….Damn you all!" Redbeard groaned in frustration. His hand tightening against his Hammer Axe. 'I could play this safe. Stay here if even for minutes longer. Wait for Polo to possibly break the wall…I know he could do it! Andreas too…But…How many lives will that Cost?!' His brow furrowed in frustration. Teeth gritting hard
"Slaughtering my Family…My Son! Wanting to kill him because of Roger…But that is no sin on him! They should stick…" His hand raised to tighten into a fist…Black Streaks of Energy crackling off! Trailing against the flat bow of the Fancy…The Sudden Surge in energy caused Dozens of Marines to suddenly stop! Even the Admirals…Especially the Admirals, felt it! But before any of the Vice Admirals could move to possibly intercept and break from their fights!
The warbling bubble of seismic energy then formed! Teeth clenched hard as he released! Backhanding the Air with a fist! Shattering the atmosphere in front of him like Glass! Sending pure seismic vibrational energy through the air!
"Grah!" He screamed! Shooting through the air his Gura Gura no Mi's energy! But unlike a Beam like before! Now it was a single concentration of energy Crackling with black lightning and coated in an aura of pinkish red!
Once it reached the wall after traveling like a blur, it totally Destroyed it! Erupting and demolishing Wall Obex in a single blow! Huge chunks of the meta flying up! But it wasn't just one section, it broke nearly the entire from line of the wall!
The Entire Island began to shake like an explosion went off right next to everybody! The Attack had destroyed even the shock absorbers! A Chain reaction of which left all of the walls vulnerable!
The Final Display of this Attacks Potency that the energy that had been futilely shot down, left a massive crater beneath Marine Ford! A permanent indentation to the sea floor that even Caused the water to lower by almost a 3 meters…
"Get Ready!" Admirals screamed! The Dust washing over the Plaza! Only to stop dozens of meters from the Scaffolding itself.
Azar sat dumbfounded. Eyes wide open as he stared at the hole in the wall….
It took nearly 6 months for Azar to truly join the crew. Azar had always been a hothead. Even if his personality was much more similar to a laymen than to that of the always bombastic Leroy. There was that part of his personality that drove him to try and shine as brightly as he could. Like a fire, any oxygen would fuel the blaze. And his Oxygen in this case. Was attempting to prove himself not to be be weak.
Perhaps it was the trauma of being left at sea, developing scurvy, and only surviving because of Redbeard's fleet, had triggered something in his mental state that made him lash out more than if he had come across Redbeard any other way.
He constantly picked fights. But on this mask of harshness. His crew and him would sit together in the mess halls of the Fancy. Sticking close to one another. Speaking in whispers and hushed voices even as the others of the crew laughed, clinked glasses, and were merry amongst each other.
They felt as if they were in Hostile and Foreign lands. Needing to constantly be on their toes even if they were given nice beds, and were allowed to on their own ship. It wasn't even tethered. But their fear of immediate retaliation kept them from leaving. Rarely ever stepping onto their own ship unless in groups of two while the rest stayed on look out and on the ship
It was an almost daily occurrence that Azar Got into a fight.
And as these fights continued, getting bigger and bigger as he was attempting to get close To Redbeard himself, and lay a hit on him, at least once, to prove that he was strong. To both his crew and Barbossa himself
But one by one. The Spark Pirates stopped showing up at the table in the mess hall. Joining with other members of the crew. Smiling. Laughing. But Azar thought them fools in his harsh mental state. Much like fire, he was not warming. But burning…
Eventually he was able properly challenge Redbeard. Shooting fire. Attempting to poison him in one move desperation, shooting him with a gun, trying to lynch him with rigging rope, burn him with his Mera Mera. But all these attempts failed miserably. Not even a single hit able to land on him.
And yet…Everytime. Redbeard said the same thing "Become my Son."
Rather he poisoned him, tried to throw a grenade at him, spin a cannon around to bombard him, stab him, punch him, everytime he was defeated. No matter how upset Redbeard seemed to be in the more 'Cowardly' approaches to defeat. He asked all the same
"Be. My. Son." Everytime he denied him.
It came to a point where their bouts weren't just attempts on Barbossa life. But matches against one another. It had started when one day Azar got back up, and tried again instead of running off. Then it wasn't just second attempts. But multiple attacks. Causing Redbeard to swat many away, all while he sat in his chair
But it wasn't long until finally, Redbeard got out of his seat. And became an active participant. The encounters became proper fights. Redbeard clearly staying more defensive. But finally was throwing more than one punch!
Then it was multiple punches, lasting multiple minutes. It got a point where Redbeard began to actually move! Shuffling around, swiping at Azar! But each time…Azar never truly damaged Redbeard with a direct attack…
Until one day.
They were on an Island. Stopping for port. It was uninhabited. It was common for Polo to find places like these as a 'Adventure' for the Crew to go on. This island was like a jagged mess of mountains and hills covered in grass as tall as mountains with a massive flat land in the middle of it all.
As they were leaving. Redbeard of course, last to come aboard. Azar Stopped him. And for the 1,000th time. The 1,000th attempt. He challenged Redbeard yet again.
The two fought for hours. Exactly Two Hours and 21 minutes. Redbeard had thrown only 20 attacks. And Azar.
Over 10,000.
And with the 10,001st attack. A direct punch, his Mueroken, landed right into the Redbeards stomach. Even though, the Captain had been on guard.
He had done it….
He had left damage on Redbeard. The Emperor.
Even as Azar was nearly spent. Falling onto the ground out of exhaustion. Barbossa asked the same question. Yet again.
"Will you, become my son?" He had extended his hand. Even as a scorch mark was against his abdomen. He paid no mind to it. Even if Azar imagined that Redbeard would be furious. The look of Familiarity and Warmth, one that he recognized as having seen in his Grandfather, Grandmother-
And Yes, Leroy as well…
He accepted.
Despite his exhaustion. Azar put up even more pain, as he sat through hours of the tattoo process against his back. Marking him formally as being apart of the crew. They Drank Sake. And cut their hands to share blood. Confirming their bond.
From that Day. Azar, became the 2nd Division Commander. After the Crew had gone without one- for years.