The Great Wright continued to soared high above the Battlefield. Its massive search lights continuing to sweep across the destruction. Chatter over the new radio systems crackled as orders and reports came in. Information spreading across the battlefield. Marines already attempting to fan back out through the Island towards the escaping pirates.
The Camera on board was now trying to follow along the path that Azar, Leroy and Rhico had taken. The Spotlights sweeping and trying to lock onto them! The Footage was focused particularly on the carnage of Redbeard!
There was only 400 meters between the trio and the duo with polo! Polo still standing on top of the Building. In 400 meters they'd be in reach for him to race down to help them!
400 Meters
"This!" Redbeard screamed! Swatching huge stroked through the air! Blade trailing across the ground as massive streaks of red black lightning streaking and trailing across the ground, vibrations crackling around it with glass like fractures trailing behind and refracting the light around them!
"Is my Era! And I'll be the one who decides how to end it!" Another massive stroke through the air! Blood spewing and exploding from the marines! Blade spinning, stroking, swiping, stabbing. Fist grabbing and crushing skulls in a single go!
350 Meters.
"I was the sole anchor! It was me who brought this world to its knees after Roger!" The whole world watched with trepidation as their eyes and ears were entrapped by the words of the Emperor. From Desmare to The North Blue. West to East, South to the New World. People felt the words of the Emperor.
For decades after the Death of The Pirate King. People seemed to never approach one another on the Sea if they were a Criminal, Pirate or Marine. There was a stability to the world. Not just from the ever present pressure from the Marines.
But Redbeard himself
All eyes on the world looked to him when it came to the events and transgressions of the New World and Piracy. Some saw him as a Terrorist who needed to die. Others as a figure that guaranteed their safety. Including all other views in between.
Redbeard had massive amounts of Islands under his jurisdiction. Even if it wasn't a formal government. The sheer fact that so many of the Islands bore his flag. Despite never seeing him. They were safe. Safe from pirates on the outside wanting to rain down upon them. Safe from the Marines or Government. Safe from independent Organizations unless they were of the island or with Redbeard.
There was no judicial systems. No courts. No governments put in place by Redbeard. It was just the Islands existing as they were. Better or Worse
And a flag…
That was what stopped so many Pirates and Marines alike from annexing islands. Attacking, Plundering. And that was why so many were laying down their lives right now. A mass mobilization of Citizens from so many islands in such a short time
Because Redbeard ensured stagnation and certainty. And even if people wanted and deserved better. They clung to this predictability and protection anyways.
Including the Admirals. Redbeards presence even prevented them from moving in key areas of the world. Both bureaucratically and destructive wise
The Admirals and Marines could not expand as they wanted. If they acted to quickly. To brashly. Without a plan or thinking about the balance of all other factors. It could cause Redbeard to Retaliate and them not be ready.
And that was not wanted, when above all else the Marines wanted predictability. Even if they didn't know everything. To guess and make the right moves, to project that they did know and could account for as many factors as possible, that was paramount
Even the Emperors never tried to take over one another's land. Because they knew that Redbeard would be the one to prevent it. Because it may spread to his territory. Before the Arrival of Sparrow onto the scene to do this very thing. The Emperors needed to tread carefully. Because they too wanted Stability that could be ensured…
Redbeard above all else.
Not for any grand standing ideals of wanting peace. But because he knew thats what would keep his family safe…
"Aren't you aware! Killing me, will do nothing for you!" He declared. Even if his words were bravado. There was truth to them. Truth that at least he and a small portion of the world believed!
"It will harold your End! You will all sink to the bottom of the Sea!" He slammed his blade into the ground a massive v shaped fissure split across the entire island!
300 Meters.
"All Marines! Kill that Man! Now!" Muromachi slammed into the scaffolding. A Burst of energy spewing out of him! Energy crackling in streaks of bolts!
"Usher in a new era of Peace in the World!"
At the cost of his stamina. Muromachi used an ability tied to his Devil Fruit, all of the Marines were considered 'Devotees' as they were under his command. He gifted onto them a blessing. A Blessing of Stamina. It did not heal them, recover them, or restore strength. But it did allow them, the Marines of Ensign to Rear Admiral, a second wind!
Jack stayed slumped on the ground. A trail of blood across his lip.
250 Meters.
Muromachi raised his hand! A spiked circle around the tip of his blue finger shimmered in gold before several flat glowing discs like sawblades shot through the air at mind breaking speed!
"Ragh!" Redbeard swatted the disks out of the air! If it hadn't been for Redbeards strength and quality of the weapon, it would have cut straight through the blade!
The Scaffold suddenly exploded! The metal crushing and warping in an extreme distortion of its form, like a can being rushed down!
155 Meters.
A Massive Quake shot around as Muromachi Slammed his Mace down! Clashing against Redbeards blade, a massive bubble forming between them for a second. Preventing either blade or their wielder from moving!
Muromachi stayed suspended in the air. Both of his hands wrapped around the mace! Redbeards hands wrapped tight around the weapons length! Muscles bulging, face distorting into muscles filled with tension!
Suddenly. Redbeard felt something.
Heat spread across the side of his side body like the sudden rush of warmth from opening the door on a hot summers day…If it was an attack. Why hadn't he sensed it?
His senses were on overdrive. Sensing all movement for opponents around him. Rather weak or strong…Was it blood? There was no pain…
100 Meters.
"Rah!" In a move that cost Redbeard searing pain of forcing his body against the once glorious Fleet Admiral, he forced the clash apart. Whipping around as fast as he could! Turning to see what it was that had passed him!
Redbeards fist warped. Ready to attack. "No."
Already moving at such astonishing speed. Burning foot prints melted into the ground forming a trail where each time a foot had fell in the enormous sprints stride. Huge distances between each foot fall!
Steam hissed as the air seemed to boil and warp. Popping across the air as the wind warped around them.
Racing across the island was-
Kuroryu!
And he was headed straight for-
Falcon D. Leroy.