"Grah! Hah! Rah!" Vane Zipped around his former captain with insane speed! Faster than the Emperor could keep up with! Not only was Vane Surprisingly fast! Faster than even when he fought Azar in an utter one sided fight, but also faster than the Emperor was in this moment! His strength leaving him!
"Getting slow pa! Zehahah!" He roared a sinister laugh! Fist flying forward! Blackbeard was an Expert Brawler! A mix of Boxing, kick boxing, and dirty moves. Redbeard was more of a raw brawler with expert skills in his pole arm mastery. The size difference between the two would give the Emperor an Advantage…If they were equal.
"How could you! You are my son! And yet you bring your crew! Filled with the vile! Filled with cowards! Come here to finish me off on my last legs! How could you be Smiling after Azar, your brother, died!" He screamed grabbing Blackbeard by the face and slamming him into the ground with devastating strength!
The Blackbeard Pirates all sat around. Standing and watching their Captain fight against his former pseudo-adoptive father and Captain. Watching. Waiting. They formed almost a ring around the two. Making sure Redbeard or anyone else didn't interfere.
Just as a brawler would. He was cocky. Let hits that wouldn't or shouldn't other wise be allowed hit! As if he had no guard to speak of! Only sheer offense! Or Sheer Defense!
"Grah!" He grimaced in pain! 'He's still tough..But tough enough!' His thoughts raced. Watching as Redbeard pulled his fist up, coated in only a vibration bubble as that was all he could muster! He didn't even have strength to swing it!
"Black Well…" He raised his fist up! Tendrils absorbing and nullifying the the quake by virtue of the properties of darkness and that 'Gravity' of the Dark Dark Fruit.
"What…" Redbeards eyes narrowed. Seeming to understand just what was happening and appearing in front of him! His brow furrowed deep into concentration and anger. He raised his fist up, attempting to strike his son yet again! But pain shot through his body!
"Why…Would I care about Azar? Its me who turned in! Woulda gone for that Redsash too…If his bounty and notoriety was a bit higher. Guess my Theory of that surname being significant was right! Maybe shoulda gone after him when I saw him in Styx!"
"You may be an Earthquake Pa…But I'm an Iceberg! A Blackhole! Slow Moving. But once go! To fast to stop! Everything I touch! Is apart of my plan! "
Redbeards eyes looked down. Blackened blades pierced his body. Pushing him back. His muscles was all that was injured. As he had practically no Organs left to speak of… "Hrgh…Kaff…"
He spat Blood from his mouth. His body shaking for a moment. Resting and leaning his weight onto his poleaxe. He stammered. Side to side. Head woozy. His strength was leaving him…Moment by moment. He could feel his muscles becoming even weaker than Vane…Than Azar! Than even a Normal Marine…
"Not…Done! Not…Done….Yet!" His eyes dilated. Wobbling. As if threatening to shake out of his skull! Teeth grit hard! He raised his pole axe back. And in a moment. He made a deal with himself. He will die…But at the cost of using everything he could! Everything could muster! One last attack! Just like it used to be! Vibrations concentrating from a massive orb into a small concentrated aura! Rippling with energy!
He Thrust forward! Piercing the poleaxes pike into the chest of his son! All of the energy exploding into him! Rupturing from the inside out! Instead of shooting out in an explosion that would have level the rest of the island! Only wounds exploded all over Vanes body!
It was literally as if he'd just gone a round of battle with Redbeard in his prime! That concentrated energy achieving that affect! Perhaps the single most powerful attack possible by those engaged in the War!
The Strength of An Emperor of The Sea!
"Ragh! Agh!" He fell backwards. Bleeding in rivers of blood! Rolling from side to side! "Do it!" He suddenly screamed! All at once. All of the Blackbeard Pirates turned to attention!
"Yagh!" Redbeard screamed! A Blade Piercing through his body! From behind! A Thick wide blade…One of the Blades from Bulwark's Bowie Knives! Punches landed into his back by the same man in question!
Neddie Kelly Shot round after round into Redbeard! That Armor that covered his face like an Iron Box left only a singular eye open! The Bullets pierced Redbeard! Causing him to lurch backwards! Robbery, Grand Theft, Heist, Armed Assault. Thievery of some of the most precious treasures in the world
"Avoid his heart! That parts mine!" Vane said as he began to stand back to his feet. Blood dripping. But smile never wavering. Gun shots continued.
Stag, The Former Admiral, Slammed his fist into Redbeards hand as he attempted to raise and defend! Only for the Silver Deer, who was glowing in silver shine, Crushed and destroyed his hand! Flesh exploding! Bones spraying! His hand was gone in a single second! Stag: Failure as A Marine. And Defeat at the Hands of A Marshal. Desertion of post.
Redbeard had nothing to do but to Stand their and take it! He stood tall. And allowed every hit to impact! Bastille, The Man in The Iron Mask, Sliced through the air! Cutting through his feeble and weakened flesh! Eyes concentrated as he repeatedly stabbed the Yonko again and again! Blades Materializing and Piercing his flesh! They were like Bayonets! Shoulder! Neck! Stomach! Leg! Groin! He was like a pin cushion!
Vane Began to walk behind his Crew. All Standing in front of the Emperor. Launching attack after attack at the man. To make sure that he was dead. His smile never leaving. Any marine or Camera that could see. Watched as the execution unfolded for the Second Time that Day. But now at the Hands of Pirates onto another…
Rip Sharpe Fired shot after Shot into Him! Chunks of flesh flying! Smoke filling the air! Blood Splattering across the ground. Coating the Shattered concrete in that distinct crimson hue of Arterial blood. That color of red everyone thinks when they think of that hue
Dullahan swung a whip that was made of vertebrae. Slashing and lashing at the Captain again and again! Leaving straight black marks across the man!
Some of them had basic weapons like guns or canons. Bae Elz, a woman that was tall with a deep scar and spiked hair down her back and the face like a dog if it were a person fire shot after shot! Crimes: Violent Assault, Sexual Exploitation, Racketeering, Trafficking.
Vane wanted to make sure not to expose their powers to those that saw…Even now playing an information game
Insidio. A Man with a gangle look and wired face and eyes had two shot guns in hand! Reloading them again and again! His straight jacket had been snipped and freed! Allowing his hands to pull the triggers! Mayhem, Fear, Disruption!
Hooligan Argyle, a round face, black round specs and a handlebar mustache. Large and muscular. With Tattooed hands and forearms in a pattern of criss crossing diamonds fired a bazooka! Crimes: Robberies, Kidnapping of Nobles, Muder of civilians!
Monsoon Girar, a man who used to dress as fishmen to commit crimes, steal banks, kill wealthy, go on killing sprees among both human and other racial communities, wore a long stolen coat, with long braided hair and dark eyes. Slanted face. He held a snarl as he shot bullet after bullet at Redbeard!
The Gunshots began to quiet. All running out of ammunition. Or slowing in their attacks…
Vane slowly pulled his own pistol out. A Single Shot Blackpowder. Six Pistols. Each special and fine pieces of steel. He shot one shot after another after another. Pulling and replacing
Boom! One to the Shoulder!
Boom! Shattering his forearm!
Boom! Right to the chest and piercing his remaining lung!
Boom! Left of his chest!
Boom! Right into his trap!
Finally. He pulled out a final pistol. Pushing his way to the front. Thumb pulling back the hammer. He raised it slow. His aim was true. He pulled trigger. The bullet traveling as fast as lightning.
Boom
Pierced straight through his heart!
"Zeheaha! Good work everyone. Now. Lets not wait around we need to act qui-" Vanes voice, which was confident and stern. Holding back a laugh, only to be cut off by none of the crew around him…
"It's not…You…"
"Hah?!" He whipped around. Gun dropping to the ground with a clatter!. Eyes shooting up to where the sound came from!
It was-
Avery Barbossa!
Redbeard!
"It's not…You…You're not…." He struggled to breath. A wheeze and gurgle to his throat and voice. "Heeezee…Wheeezaa. You're not the man that Roger is waiting for…"
"What?! The fu-" Vane attempted to speak
"His Will…Azars Too…All of them will be carried by those that continue to care that flame…And it is not you…Not you Vane. You may change the world…But…you wont…"
'You're a fool!' Redbeard had told Roger on the last day they saw each other 'A Damn naieve fool! How could some like you have made it to the end of the world! You think the world is going to change just because you think someone will come? Or people work together?!'
'In this life! We have only family! And ourselves! No one else matters! Because no matter what! The World is As it makes itself to be…' Roger loved hearing those words from Redbeard. He considered the man a fool himself. But a kind one. And one he considered. In some way…A Rival…And A friend in a strange way.
"All of you in the world government are scared of it! What the world could become…" Redbeards voice began to rise
'I do. Someone will carry on my dream! My will. Our will! The will of the people! The will of everyone around the world! Who deep inside. The most basic idea and thought they have when faced with hard times…' Was what Roger said
'Someone will come along! And people will follow them. And they will work with them together! Not above! But in unity! And that will bring change to this world!'
'And I believe…Its that Treasure that can do it!!' That smile…It made Redbeard waiver in that moment. Back then. Even if he believed. He knew that it would not for a long while…
"That Treasure!" All eyes. Moved to Barbossa. Muromachi. Jack. All That Could. Every ear all around the world heard it now. The Cameras Focused. Eyes glued. Hearts racing. Waiting in trepidation!
'Maybe now…Its possible. I see that now. If theres one thing I can do…the Last thing…I can make sure…That its known…That why you did right…Roger?'
Redbeards hands tightened. Dun dun. Dun dun da. Dun da da. Dun dun da da…His heart beat a few times. And with every last fiber. Last spark. Ember will inside him…He breathed deep. And allowed his words to echo around around the world!
He Roared!
"The One Piece!"
"The One Piece! Is Real!"
Those words were heard from end to end! From place to place! From every pirate that gave a damn. To every ear that heard the words of rogers execution at the beginning of the great pirate era!
The Beginning of what people thought was his era! Redbeards era!
They all Heard the Truth!
Gol D. Roger's Treasures! Was Real! It did exist! Its was not myth! It was somewhere out there! At the end of the grandline! The end of the world! The Last Island?! Thats what people thought. A spark was! Fire bloomed! And a blaze roared!
But all around the world…People were silent. In awe…Of the truth.
In those moments. Redbeard thought back to when he was first a pirate. Young looking for a place in the world. To then when he joined that crew…And That Man…How he moved up after those events that defined his name. Just like it did Roger and Jacks. Everyclash. Everyson. Every daughter.
Even Vane.
Yes. Even him
Because he loved his family…
"Shit…" Vane said to himself. The first words uttered around the world after the declaration of an Emperor
"That…Damned fool…!" Muromachi swore to himself!
Redbeards Cape Fluttered…A fell away. Showing his back to the world. That large mural of his jolly roger. In expert detail. Wounds danced across his flesh.
Even as he stood dead.
He stood tall just he in life.
Suffered 820 Blunt Force Wounds.
Avery Barbossa.
1,659 Slashes From Blades That Broke Skin
The Emperor of The Sea.
1,696 Gunshots, Cannons, and Explosions.
The Worlds Strongest Man.
6 Wounds That Permanently Damaged His Body And Should Have Killed Him. Most By the Hand of The Black Dragon.
And just over 10,000 other miscellaneous damage from old age, Marines, his body failing at every turn, soreness, and tendons ripping, and flesh rending.
Redbeard
Despite all of that. Had never once turned his back out of cowardice or attempted to flee. He never betrayed his family…
Nor did the symbol of all of that. Inked across his tapestry of scarred flesh…
He Stood Tall.