The two combatants clashed, their movements lightning-fast as they exchanged blows. Drakon's massive fist flew towards Grount, but the Marine Captain dodged to the side, his daggers flashing in the sunlight as he struck at Drakon's exposed flank.
Drakon roared in pain as the daggers bit deep into his side, but he refused to back down. With a powerful swing of his arm, he sent Grount flying across the street, the Marine Captain landing hard on the pavement.
Grount sprang to his feet, his eyes blazing with determination. "You may be strong a strong pirate" he snarled, "but I'm faster and more agile. You're no match for me. Plus i heard you're a logia."
Drakon sneered, his face twisted in a snarl. "We'll see about that," he growled, charging forward with a powerful tackle. The two combatants crashed to the ground, their bodies locked in a fierce struggle. Drakon's massive strength threatened to overwhelm Grount, but the Marine Captain's agility and quick reflexes allowed him to slip free and land a series of swift kicks to Drakon's stomach. As the fight raged on, the destruction around them grew more intense. Buildings crumbled and debris scattered everywhere. The two combatants seemed evenly matched, each refusing to yield to the other.
As Zappa, Glove, and Bonham arrived at the scene, they were met with a chaotic landscape of destruction and debris. The streets were littered with shattered wood and rubble, and the sound of crumbling buildings filled the air. In the midst of the devastation, Drakon and Grount continued to exchange blows, their movements lightning-fast as they battled for dominance.
Zappa's eyes widened as he took in the scene. "What in the world...?" he trailed off, his voice barely audible over the din of the battle. Glove's face set in a grim expression. "We need to get this situation under control, now."
Bonham nodded, his eyes fixed on the two combatants. "I'll take point. You two provide cover." Without hesitation, Bonham charged forward, his heavy boots pounding the ground as he approached the battlefield. Zappa and Glove followed close behind, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of additional threats.
As Bonham approached the two combatants, he bellowed, "Hey! That's enough!" But Drakon and Grount were too far gone to listen, their rage-fueled battle raging on. Bonham knew he had to act fast to prevent further destruction and injury. The mqtch quicly turned into a 4 vs 1. Bonham the long arm-tribe marine, Zappa the swordsman and Glove the Brawler all stepped up to challenge Drakon with Grount.
Just when the fight continued Drakon's crew members, Léon, Ella, and Ann, arrived on the scene, their faces set with determination. Léon assessed the situation quickly, his eyes locked on Grount. "We've got this, Drakon!" he shouted."
Léon, Ella, and Ann arrived on the scene, the dynamics of the battle shifted dramatically.
"Who are they?" Bonham asked
"His cree, maybe?" Glove responded
"Hey, Drakon. Why are you busy fighting the Marines? We've been waiting for you. " Léon asked
"I was on my way there and the guy with the red Mohawk stopped me."
"But, I got a question. Why aren't you fighting seriously though." Ann asked looking with confusion at Drakon
"Well, I can't fight seriously because of this." He pointed at the new jolly Roger made by Carol.
"Just give it to Ballon." She said. Within a second, Ann took the flag and threw it up in the air and Ballon snatched it. "Take it back to the ship." She said.
"Now I can fight like I want to, thanks Ann." Drakon said. "Hey, Leon. I want you to take the guy with swords. Ann take the one with the Gloves and Ann you take the one with the Glove's on."
Drakon cracked his knuckles, a fierce grin spreading across his face. "Time to take care of these Marines."
Léon nodded as he looked at Zappa. "Hey, buddy. Follow me for a bit, will ya?."
Ann drew her sword, its blade glinting in the sunlight. She charged forward, her swordflashing towards Glove's massive frame. "You think your brute strength can take my blade?" As he drew him away
Ella smiled sweetly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'll take care of him. His long arms won't be a problem for me." Taking her opponent away as well.
"Do you really think those people can take on my team? Even Glove is strong despite his age." Grount said looking at him.
"Look, you better stop worrying about them and more about yourself. I didn't asign them their opponents by luck. That long arm fella is the second strongest after you, right? That's why I sent Ella after him. I don't any ranks in my team, but if I did I'd say she's my second in command, she's stong and keeps her head under composure."
Meanwhile
Ella danced forward, her fists flying in a blur of motion as she faced off against Bonham. "You think your long arms give you an advantage?" she taunted, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Bonham grinned, his long arms unfolding like a stretchy coil. "You're going to find out why they call me the Long Arm Tribe's futur" he said, his fists hurtling towards Ella with incredible speed.
Ella dodged and weaved, her agility allowing her to avoid Bonham's attacks with ease. She countered with a swift jab, but Bonham's long arms allowed him to reach out and block her attack. "You're fast," Bonham acknowledged, "but can you keep up with my reach?"
Ella smiled, her eyes flashing with determination. "I'll show you what I can do." With a burst of speed, she launched herself at Bonham, her fists flying in a flurry of punches.
Bonham's eyes widened as Ella's fists rained down on him, her speed and agility proving to be a formidable match for his long arms. He attempted to counter with a powerful hook, but Ella dodged at the last second, her movements almost ethereal.
As Bonham's punch whizzed past her face, Ella seized the opportunity to strike, landing a swift uppercut that sent Bonham's head snapping back. "You may have reach," she said, her voice dripping with confidence, "but I have speed and technique." Bonham's face darkened, his eyes flashing with determination. "We'll see about that," he growled, unleashing a flurry of punches that forced Ella to dance and weave to avoid.
The two fighters clashed, their fists flying in a blur of motion as they exchanged blows and tested each other's defenses. The air was filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the outcome of the fight hung precariously in the balance.