V I C E - A D M I R A L S T. L A U R A N T
Grandline|Muron Prison@cannedbread@nachobachopacho@renny@lokileo789@tmitche23@ryoryoryoken@bctheentity@hillan
Marxo felt the weight of snow shift under the immense pressure that was surfacing close to the prison. His Observation Haki kicked into overdrive as searched for the culprits.
“ There.” , he exclaimed as he decided it may be best to take a faster route than a gondola. The vice-admiral called upon his power. The cerulean color aura manifested unseemingly from his being. At first he bent both knees as a diver would on a board.
The aura immediately shot towards his legs. Marxo’s muscles began grow at a rapid rate,using his devil fruit to expand their strength. Personally he’d like to avoid using techniques such as this but time were dire. In a flash he’d sprung forward racing towards the mountain like a bat out of hell. The plan was simple . He’d use the rate of acceleration to propel himself to the exact spot the battle was taking place or so he’d hope. If not he’d land fairly close using his scythe as a propeller for emergency landing. In an instant he’d slung shot himself over what seemed to be the fight. There were four men beneath him . He easily recognize one as a marine because the hat.
“Right on schedule .” , he remarked as a black plague began to swarm around his body. It would be his Armament Haki, which he’d trained the previous month before to strengthen any weakness . He’d use his devil fruit powers to make himself exceptionally heavy, slowing his rate of acceleration as well. Out of the sky he fell , like a brick against gravity. The impact of ground wouldn’t affect him due to his immense haki. He then arose from the ground and proceeded to assess the situation at hand.
“ Oh so I see ….Surprise funeral for Xerxes. Well lemme first apologize. I don’t come bearing gifts. Only death.” Marxo leaped into action. His first priority was Xerxes . The Red Hoods could wait. His aura reformed around his body and left an immense feeling of pressure for those around him. He leaped into the sky in order to meet Xerxes, who’d been preoccupied by Zepp. As Marxo gained height he began to twist clockwise, scythe in hand. The speed wrapped Marxo in what seemed like a tornado. He hurled himself towards Xerxes. It would only take one strike with the seastone tipped weapon to put an end to this quarell. Marxo was confident his first strike would also be his last as he’d finally reached the prisoner. What seemed like hours would only amount to seconds as Marxo moved with unnatural speed right into Xerxes blind spot. He swung downward on the scythe while using his abilities to stretch the seastone tip.
“ Rule 1. Watch your surroundings old friend. “
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