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Post 4 - @Aro

The inferno illuminated the chaos of the battlefield, casting flickering shadows across the ruined structures of G-2. Flames licked the air as Aro’s attack, the Flaming Spears of Light, surged forward—a barrage of fiery blades tearing through the smoke-filled sky toward the gathered marines.

Vice Admiral Comil stood at the forefront, his coat billowing in the heated gusts. His sharp eyes locked onto the incoming onslaught, calculating the trajectory of each spear with precision. The marines behind him braced themselves, their morale bolstered by the presence of their commanding officer.

Without hesitation, Comil stepped forward, planting his feet firmly. His voice rang out, calm but commanding. “Marines, hold the line. I’ll handle this.”

Drawing in a steady breath, he infused his legs with Armament Haki, the dark sheen enveloping them in a protective layer. With a swift, practiced motion, he unleashed a powerful "Rankyaku", the compressed air blade enhanced with his Haki slicing through the air toward the flaming spears. The sheer force of the attack created a shockwave that rippled outward, clashing with the Lunarian’s flames in a violent explosion of heat and energy.

Comil DPR = 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + dpr a/+3 + 2 = Mountain Level

Result = Attack is 3 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 2~DPR

Island Level vs City Block Level Dura
Result = DPR 2 or more higher than dura: super effective

The collision lit up the battlefield, a deafening roar echoing as the flames were scattered. Yet the price of such a counter was steep. Comil staggered slightly, his coat singed and his maroon suit torn in places. A deep gash stretched across his left shoulder, crimson blood seeping through the fabric and dripping onto the scorched ground below. His dark skin glistened with sweat, and a shallow burn marred his forearm where the flames had grazed him. Despite the pain and the blood trailing down his arm, he stood tall, his mustache twitching as he wiped his brow with his uninjured hand.

That’s all you’ve got?” he muttered under his breath, his tone a mix of defiance and determination.

Behind him, the marines erupted into cheers, their confidence renewed by the Vice Admiral’s display of strength. Comil turned his head slightly, addressing Rear Admiral Kadar without breaking his gaze from the Lunarian.

Kadar, ensure the civilians are evacuated. I’ll hold him here.

Yes, sir!” Kadar replied, his voice filled with urgency as he rallied the remaining forces to carry out the Vice Admiral’s orders.

Comil’s eyes narrowed as he refocused on the towering figure before him. The flames around the Lunarian flickered ominously, casting an otherworldly glow on his silhouette. The Vice Admiral took a step forward, ignoring the searing pain in his limbs and the blood now staining the ground at his feet. He raised his voice, loud enough to cut through the crackling flames and the distant shouts of his men.

You’ve caused enough destruction here, Lunarian,” Comil declared, his voice steady despite the strain in his body. “If you think you can break us, you’re sorely mistaken.

The battlefield seemed to pause for a moment, the two warriors locked in an unspoken challenge. Comil’s unwavering resolve clashed with the Lunarian’s quiet, menacing presence, the air between them charged with tension. As the fires raged on, the stage was set for a confrontation that would test the limits of their strength and will.
 
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Aro's firey projectiles made their way towards the army of marines with the intent to put them all down. The line of soldiers stood firm without fear, their resolve strengthened by the appearance of their Vice-Admiral. The marine stepped forward, taking responsibility for the lives of his men. With a swift kick, his barrage of attacks was met with resistance from an invisible air. The attacks collided resulting in an explosion that unleashed a shockwave that spread outwards, causing the fire to spread even more throughout the base of G-2.

When the smoke cleared, the Vice-Admiral remained standing but not as strong as before. Aro's eyes trailed the man's body, taking note of the injuries he sustained. Blood dripped down his arm as sweat invaded the surface of his skin. He had managed to divert the attack if not barely. His men cheered, relishing in his small victory. Aro knew not why they celebrated. He had not done nothing but delay the inevitable. The marine gave another order, sending away the rest of his men leaving the both of them to battle alone.

“You’ve caused enough destruction here, Lunarian, if you think you can break us, you’re sorely mistaken.” The Vice-Admiral said, taking another step forward.

Aro silently observed the man, his heightened awareness diligently at work analyzing the man's condition. The tension between them was was as thick a steel. The lunarian's robe flowed in the wind as the fire raged on around them. Vice-Admiral Comil was determined and his sense of justice misplaced in the lunarian's eyes. Aro's cold gaze met the marine's. He would find no malice in the lunarian's eyes, but the disdain was there even if not physically shown.

"The destruction I've caused pales in comparison to what befelled Ohara." He replied. The marine would find Aro's voice to be calm, like someone trying to seduce another to sleep. Yet there was no hesitation, like words written in stone. "The deaths of every single citizen of that country and the destruction of the Tree of Knowledge, such an overbearing loss overshadows any destruction I've caused on this day."

"You will serve as an example to the World Government. The first of many. You will all break, you and your false gods."
Aro continued, a menacing glow would manifest within his golden eyes for only a fraction second before disappearing. "But before that, I desire some truth. Who authorized it's eradication?" Aro said, his eyes not leaving Comil for even a second.
 
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The air between them simmered with heat and tension, the roaring flames consuming G-2 serving as a chaotic backdrop to the silent standoff. Vice-Admiral Comil stood resolute, his bloodied arm hanging at his side, the steady drip of crimson staining the charred ground beneath him. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, but his determination remained unbroken.

The destruction surrounding him was a grim testament to the battle's ferocity, yet his men had retreated on his orders, leaving him alone to face the inferno. The firelight danced across his dark skin, highlighting the sweat and blood that marked his body. Despite the pain radiating through his injuries, Comil took a deliberate step forward, his saber gleaming faintly in the flickering light. His stance was firm, his resolve unshaken.

He spoke into the chaos, his voice steady but heavy with conviction. "The eradication of Ohara..." His words hung in the air for a moment, as though the weight of them was almost too much to bear. His grip on his saber tightened, his jaw set in grim determination. "It wasn’t justice. But it wasn’t senseless, either. The world demands sacrifices to keep order. Hard choices. Choices that weigh on those who make them.”

Comil's eyes burned with a fierce intensity, a mixture of regret and defiance. He took another step forward, the movement slow but deliberate, his every action speaking to the strength of his will. The blood on his arm glistened like molten metal as it dripped to the ground, marking each step he took.

The destruction of Ohara was the act of a system, not a single man,” he continued, his voice rising with conviction. “A machine that demands sacrifices to keep spinning. Do you think cutting me down will change that? You’re wrong.

The Vice-Admiral’s saber rose, the blade glowing faintly as he infused it with Haki, his posture unwavering despite the weight of his injuries. The fire raged around him, but his presence remained steadfast, a beacon of defiance against the encroaching destruction.

If you want to destroy everything, you’ll have to go through me first,” Comil declared, his voice carrying over the roar of the flames. “But I promise you this—whatever your goals, whatever your cause, you’ll remember this day as the one where you faced someone who refused to break.

The battlefield shrank around them, the chaos of the flames fading into the periphery as the tension between them reached its peak. Comil’s resolve was unyielding, his every action declaring that he would stand his ground, no matter the cost.

A sudden, rhythmic thudding echoed through the base, cutting through the crackling of flames and the groaning of collapsing structures. From the smoke-filled horizon, several towering figures emerged, their silhouettes stark against the fiery backdrop. The Pacifistas had arrived.

Each of the mechanical warriors stood nearly twice the height of a man, their bulky frames glinting in the firelight. Their faces bore an eerie resemblance to Bartholomew Kuma, their expressionless features adding to their menacing presence. Their metallic arms were lined with intricate mechanisms, and the faint hum of energy emanated from their cores, signaling the immense power they carried.

The lead Pacifista raised its arm, a compartment sliding open to reveal the barrel of a cannon. Its cold, mechanical voice rang out, devoid of emotion. “Target identified. Engaging threat.

Comil’s gaze flicked to the reinforcements, his jaw tightening as he prepared himself for what was to come. He knew the Pacifistas were powerful, but even they might not be enough to turn the tide. Still, their arrival gave him a chance—however slim—to protect what remained of the base and its people.

The Vice-Admiral steadied his stance, his bloodied hand tightening around the hilt of his saber. The flames roared louder, as if in anticipation of the battle to come.
 

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As the world around them roared with flames a Lunarian and a Vice Admiral eye'd each other as they prepared for battle.

"The eradication of Ohara.. It wasn’t justice. But it wasn’t senseless, either. The world demands sacrifices to keep order. Hard choices. Choices that weigh on those who make them.” Aro's gaze hardened as the man began. He found his words distasteful, but allowed him his right to finish his reponse.

“The destruction of Ohara was the act of a system, not a single man. A machine that demands sacrifices to keep spinning. Do you think cutting me down will change that? You’re wrong.” The marine voice rose higher as his heart filled with determination. His loyalty to his sense of justice and the destruction caused to his base only fueled his strength. He raised his blade, making his stand as it glowed, illuminated by his will. Aro was unmoved.

“If you want to destroy everything, you’ll have to go through me first. But I promise you this—whatever your goals, whatever your cause, you’ll remember this day as the one where you faced someone who refused to break.” The man finished, his voice overpowering the roaring if the flames.

The sound of organized thudding echoed throughout the base, as large bodied beings made their way through the smoke with expressions cold as the metal that made up their bodies. With a raised arm the lead pacifista raised it's are as they all lined up behind the marine with the intentions of backing him up. “Target identified. Engaging threat.”

Aro stood silently for a moment, taking in the words of the Vice-Admiral with closed eyes. Opening them, they were filled with conviction. They've left him no choice. Not that that was anything new.

"You know not what you speak." The lunarian's hand rose while Haki and flames gathered at his fingertips. "There is no system. Only the lies you've been told. The destruction of Ohara was indeed the act of a single entity, one of which fears the sun. You are a facade and that is why you will break on this day, Vice-Admiral." He finished

"However, you are correct about one thing. Your destruction will change nothing. But like I said, you are only an example. I'm sure they would understand. Afterall, your sacrifice would just keep the machine spinning, right?"

He began with unleashing a wave of flame towards his enemies fired from his pointed finger, intending to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

"Grand Incineration."

Grand Incineration: With the addition of Busoshoko Haki, the Grand Incineration is far more powerful than an average Incineration wave, with a vast range and massive attack power. 100 Mastery 100 Armament Haki DPR: S Major Burn

120: 5. Town Level + 4 + 2(CoA)=11. Small Continent Level Major Burn: Using the burned hurts alot and becomes unusable if used twice while still burned, will cause extra damage each turn (C rank). lasts for 5 turns.
 
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The firestorm surged forward, devouring the battlefield in an unstoppable wave of destruction. Vice-Admiral Comil gritted his teeth, his bloodied hands tightening around his saber as the inferno bore down. Even through the heat distorting the air, his resolve did not waver.

The Pacifistas, unflinching in their mechanical precision, responded instantly. Their glowing eyes locked onto their target as their chests split open, revealing the searing light of energy cannons primed to fire. The battlefield erupted in a brilliant display of devastation as a coordinated volley of beams shot forth, carving through the flames with sheer force.

Comil seized the moment, his blade flashing as he brought it down in a crushing arc. Haki surged through his weapon, his slash carrying the full weight of his will as it tore through the air. The combined onslaught of beams and the Vice-Admiral's attack collided with the approaching inferno, forcing an earth-shaking detonation that sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield.

Pacifista and Comil (no named DPR will be downscaled to S (for Pacifista) and D (for Camill)

Pacifista Cyborg Mastery = Small Building Level + 4 = City Level (as there's x5 of them it will upscale to Mountain Level)
Comil Str Mastery = Small Building Level + D/+0 + 2 Hardening = City Block Level

Total DPR will be Mountain Level

Aro DPR total = Small Continent Level Major Burn

Result = Attack is 4 or more DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack and is largely unaffected.

For a brief moment, the flames seemed to falter, split apart by the immense force of the counterattack. The ground cracked and crumbled under the intensity of the clash, embers and dust spiraling into the air. But then, the fire surged forward once more.

Like an unrelenting tide, the inferno pressed through the desperate defenses, swallowing the beams whole and consuming Comil's strike as if they were nothing. The air shimmered with heat, turning the battlefield into a hellscape of roaring fire and molten rock.

The Vice-Admiral barely had time to react before the flames reached him. With a sharp pivot, he raised his saber in a defensive stance, coating it in Haki to withstand the coming onslaught. But even as he braced himself, he felt the sheer intensity of the attack bearing down—more than just fire, it carried a force meant to erase everything in its path.

The Pacifistas, unable to comprehend fear, stood firm against the overwhelming assault. Their mechanical bodies endured the initial wave, but even their advanced construction showed signs of wear as their exoskeletons glowed red-hot under the relentless heat. Systems strained under the pressure, warning signals flashing across their vision as they prepared another round of attacks.

Yet it was futile.

The firestorm swallowed them whole. Their beams fizzled into nothing, their metal frames melting at the edges. One by one, their bodies cracked, sparks flying as circuits failed and limbs collapsed under the sheer force of the destruction.

Comil gritted his teeth as the flames crashed into him. He could feel the searing heat tearing at his uniform, the pain lashing at his skin like whips of molten agony. He forced himself to move, to push forward even as his body screamed in protest.

Through the inferno, distant voices began to rise.

"Reinforcements are arriving!"

"Get word to command! We need immediate backup!"

A squad of Marines pushed through the burning wreckage, their faces stricken with shock at the devastation before them. Some hesitated, others gripped their weapons tighter, but all could see the overwhelming force they had walked into.

"Vice-Admiral!" One of them called out, desperation in his voice. "What are your orders?!"

Comil barely heard them over the roaring flames. His focus remained locked on the battlefield, on the burning remnants of the Pacifistas, on the battle that was far from over.

His grip on his saber tightened.

There was no retreat.

Not for him.

Not for them.
 
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The large bodied machines countered Aro's attack with ones of their own with advanced weaponry that mimicked the power of light. With added assitance from Vice Admiral Comil, their combined attacks collided with the Lunarian's display of wrath, causing a shockwave to traverse the entirety of G2. They pushed back against the lunarian's flame, causing it to split apart giving the impression that they held the advantage. The environment suffered from the violent clash as the ground cracked under the pressure of the display of power and to the Vice Admiral's dismay, the flames would win.

Their attacks were swallowed whole, as were the pacifistas as they, along with the area were reduced to molten rock and metal. This portion of G2 had become a fiery, molten wasteland.

Aro's red hair blew wildly in the wake of his attack. Voices cut through the inferno as a new wave of reinforcements appeared onto the battlefield. The marines were tenacious as they say. His previously white robes had burned halfway to ashes, a consequence of his power. But it didn't matter to him. What is a robe compared to the loss he suffered?

Aro eye'd them all. The marines stood frozen before him as swirling feelings of shock, anger and fear took ahold of them. But not him. Vice Admiral Comil.

Despite the damage he took. Despite the clear gap between Aro and himself. The Vice Admiral stood strong, holding tightly his weapon. Aro removed the half torn frock from his body, tossing it aside as it no longer proved useful to him. His full appearance was laid bare to the audience before him, for the first and last time. He opened his black wings, giving himself and bigger and more intimidating appearance.


"This destruction is only the beginning."
 
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The searing heat radiated from the smoldering battlefield, waves of distortion rippling through the air as molten metal dripped from what little remained of the Pacifistas. The earth itself had turned to slag, deep cracks glowing like the veins of some dying beast. The Marines that had arrived to reinforce G-2 stood paralyzed, their bodies refusing to obey them as they stared at the devastation left in the Lunarian’s wake.

But Vice Admiral Comil did not falter. His chest heaved, his uniform marred with soot and scorches, but his grip on his saber never loosened. The pain in his body was immense, yet the weight in his heart was heavier. He had seen destruction before, war before, but this… this was something else. A force unrelenting, unyielding—something that neither steel nor fire alone could tame.

Still, he stood.

A flicker of movement, and the Lunarian cast aside the tattered remains of his robe, the flames licking at the discarded fabric as it fluttered to the ground. For the first time, the Marines saw him fully—his towering figure, carved by years of hardship, his darkened skin a stark contrast against the brilliance of his open wings. The sheer size of them, unfurled in the glow of the inferno, made him appear almost otherworldly.

More than a man. More than a foe.

A being of calamity.

The Marines swallowed hard, hands twitching toward their weapons but unable to will themselves to act. Some felt anger, others fear, but all of them knew one thing—this wasn’t an enemy they could fight as they were.

And yet, Comil moved.

His blade, still humming with the remnants of his Haki, was lifted once more. He rolled his shoulders, steadying his stance as the wind howled between them. He had faced the odds before. He had fought battles he was not meant to win. And if this was to be his last, then so be it.

Marines!” his voice cut through the tension, firm, unwavering. “We do not falter in the face of fear! We do not cower when faced with power! We are the shield that protects this world!

The weight of his words crashed into them like a wave. The hesitation wavered, but their grips tightened. Some took cautious steps forward, others swallowed down their fear, finding solace in their Vice Admiral’s presence.

He pointed his sword at the Lunarian, the blade gleaming despite the chaos around them.

I will not fall here.” His voice was steel, his will unshaken. “You may stand tall now, but you will remember this day—not as one where we broke, but as one where we refused to yield.

And with that, he surged forward, saber arcing through the air as the battle reignited.
 
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