Zero appeared from behind! Rasing his enormous pistol. His eyes were on fire! He pulled the trigger! Slamming into the back of the Admirals head! The move enraged him! Spinning around he shoved his fist forward! Burning the air! Zero's Scarf and Hat began to burn away as his hand was mere inches away!
"Kwah!" Polo sliced down! Stopping the attack from reaching the Gunner!
Else where. Low was standing on the edge of the island. His new ship. Which was one that could go from being on Land, to Diving into the sea, or flying in the air. It was a sizeable ship. The size of a standard Carrick. But was metal with large fins on the side and a large port hole in the front. 'The Chaplin'
"I can't swap them over. There too many souls in the way. I was able to locate them…" Around. Most of Lows Crew was missing. It seemed to be only him on the island. Bar Him and his first mate.
"He's damaged badly…I'll need to prep the Surgery Room quickly." His face became somber and sad. Leroy was the one man that he focused on the most in this world. Well…Second most.
"I can't been seen while here. By those cameras…Or else-" His focus changed! Snapping up! He saw Rhico and the three coming into view!
Rhico was struggling to continue running. His face beat with sweat. That single injury from Kuroryu had been devastating to him. Even a High Caliber Marshal, even if he was a former Marshal. His strength was not enough to withstand it! He limped with each stride.
Diva and Mar-Syl were the same, exhausted from their fights…
"Ned Low?!" Diva said with wide eyes! "I hadn't expected him!" They all stopped. Assuming that the man was a threat! Rhico turned to use his shoulder to block. Hiding Leroy's comatose body behind him
"The Director of Death…" Mar-Syl whispered…
"Don't worry!" He rose his hand! "I'm here to help! I'm a surgeon! I can help him!" Given his fruit. He needed to learn basics in Surgery. He was no Dezzi when it came to Medicine Manufacture, Diagnostics, First Aid, or trauma response. But he was quite good at surgery
The four stayed still for a moment. When a blast of energy exploded! It was coming from the back of the Island! It was all encompassing! And even made Leroy stir in his catatonic state!
Around them. They saw Marines begin to collapse! Foaming at the mouth as their eyes began to roll into the back of their head!
"Thats…Conquerors Haki…" Rhico murmured. It felt like a rush of cold heat. It felt like a blanket. But one that covered not warmed. While to the Marines it was like a feeling of malice as if to suffocate
"What…The?" Low raised his hand to block as it like shading his eyes from a harsh ray of sun shine
"Thats…." Diva began. She knew exactly who it was…It could only be one Person…
"No…" Kuroryu suddenly stopped. His hand letting go of a pirate in his hands…
From high up on the destroyed structure of Marine HQ Fortress. Was a figure. Cloak fluttering in the air as an immense malicious aura leaked from him. Bolts of red zapping through the air. Eyes glowing fiercely. All eye looked up…
One by one. Dozens of Jets and Airships exploded into flames and fire! Cutting the connection of every single camera! Suddenly leaving the entire world disconnected! The Last thing they saw was Muromachi standing tall next to Jack
Standing there. Above it all. Above the war and the destruction of the War.
A Man with black hair…
Sparrow. Of The Four Emperors of The Sea.
His face was serious. Stern. And hard. Focused as his hand was gripped tight around the handle of his saber. Energy leaking from its blade as it was barely unsheathed. Its shining blade shimmered in the light of early night
"I have come…To stop this war!" He announced to the entire island! His words heard far and wide to every one that could hear!
"Black Hair…" Hannibal said. Relaxing his shoulders. He was no where near the plaza. Off somewhere to swat at any one who wielded a sword. "I agreed to fight Redbeard and his fleet. Not Sparrow."
The two were fierce rivals in the Past. But now. To Hannibal there was no point in fighting him. He knew that his strength spoke for itself.
He gave a short huff. And walked off to leave the War.
"Woow!" De Leon cooed. Sitting a top of a building. Eyes focused on the Plaza. "Who would've thought he'd show up! Guess Chamoro wasn't able to come after all!"
De Leon thought to himself 'To think that Sparrow himself showed up to a place like this. What a joy what a joy…I wonder what the power that be see in this…'
"Black Hair…" Jack tightened his jaw. "The damn Ground Zero himself." Jack held a deep grudge against Sparrow. As he was the man that 'took' Leroy away from him and lead him down a life of piracy in his eyes.
Filling the Plaza. Was the Sparrow Crew. All surrounding the Marines and and Pirates left behind. Kuroryu had abandoned his assault on the Redbeard Commanders and now stood face to face with Sparrow.
Buck Johnny, the Merchant of the Crew. A Woman in a crop top linen shit and leather pants with dark skin. 5'10. Long face and sharp eyes and done up hair
Homing. Informant. The Same man that had met with Redbeard to deliver Sparrows message to the Emperor.
Perox, Doctor. A Green Haired man with glasses and a long lab coat. A satchel on his shoulders. 7'0. Sharp face. Round eyes.
Guiness, Musician. A Man in a bassice tee with leather bracelets and studded crazy striped pants. Faded hair and slicked back with earrings and sharp angular eyes
Carter Gray. Navigator. A man in a black and white outfit. Sleeves rolled up. Hard face. 6'2. Grey White Hair
Agnus Williamson. Vice Captain. 6'9. A Large muscular man with wilde locked hair. Dark Skin. A Large collared coat. A bladed rifle in his hand.
Gibs, Quartermaster. He was short 5'5. But a portly barreled man that held an enormous cannon. A greying black beard, balding hair, and round face wearing an simple skirt and open black vest
Harvey Shackle, Shipwright. 9'0. Lanky. With an enormous chain in his hand with a ball on the end. Tanned skin with a small mustache goatee. Large baggy deep cut collar with a large braid of hair
Darby Stark. Cook. A man in thin shades with short black hair and dressed in a full complicated suit, beige in color. 6'0. Large cutlery knives in hand.
Poppy Rose. Lookout. Lookout. A stark skinned woman with long black hair and a tight shirt with a stockings. A Dart tube in hand. 5'3.
Arquette Andre. Sniper. Father of Red Sash Member, Arquette Jeanne. The Ghoul. A man in a simple blazer and tanned dark skin. Long wavy curled hair just like Jeanne before she ate the Steam Steam Fruit. In his hand was a large high tech custom rifle. 6'9
Agnus held a figure by the collar. None other than Steade Bonney. Whom the the Pirate had literally slammed into as he and his group were attempting to leave the island. And despite trying to leave. He was dragged along regardless. They were cleaning up…
Sparrow lifted his foot. And in a nanosecond. He was on the ground without a single sound. Only the dust and rubble being disturbed by his arrival.
He was face to face with Kuroryu. Who had abandoned his assault on the Redbeard Commanders. Fist tight. Glaring daggers into Sparrow "Stop this war?"
He grumpled
"You must be joking. Why would you come here black hair." Muromachi snapped. Sparrow was known as the pacifist of the Emperors. The metiator. The Peacemaker. He was the one who was constantly keeping tabs on the other Emperors and Pirates who attempted to make moves on him.
Sparrow looked up at the man. His sword unsheathed as a blaze simmered from its steel. Then, suddenly. In his hand, formed a long white and silver pistol. That glowed with a haze. There had not been a holster or weapon present but his scabbard before
"Yes. We wouldn't want there another war…Would we?" But despite that. Sparrow was far from Harmless. After all he was a Yonko. A man who stood at the top of Piracy in not just the New World but across the entire globe.