Sniper and Seaman exchanged a knowing glance, their hearts swelling with determination upon hearing Sun Wukong's words. "
We've got this," Sniper murmured, his grip tightening around his rifle with renewed resolve. "
Aye, we won't let him down," Seaman affirmed, his hands poised over the ship's controls with unwavering confidence. With a shared nod of disgust but more of understanding, they prepared to unleash their respective skills upon the battlefield, fueled by the trust and pride instilled in them by their master.
"
Yo, Fish!", he said Sniper while maneuvering the helm of the ship. "
I won't let the ship get damaged. Keep on the lookout and assist them whenever needed. Prove me you're not all talk and smug, newbie." Then left a grin on his ass face.
With a silent nod of acknowledgment, Sniper crouched low, his movements concealed from the prying eyes of the enemy pirates. Gripping his bolt-action rifle with practised ease, he deftly cocked the weapon once, the metallic click lost amidst the chaos of the battlefield. With his sights locked on the enemy vessel, Sniper's keen eyes scanned the deck, searching for any signs of movement. "
I'll be your eye, Wukong-sensei," he whispered, his focus unflagging as he prepared to unleash his deadly accuracy upon their foes.
The Whitebeard Pirates reacted to the events with a mixture of anticipation and readiness. Marco, standing at the helm of Moby Dick, observed the unfolding clash with a stern expression, his mind already racing with strategic considerations. "
Prepare for battle," he commanded, his voice resonating with authority as the crew scrambled into position. "
We'll show them the strength of the Whitebeard Pirates."
Ace, his fists already wreathed in flames, clenched them in determination, his gaze fixed on the approaching Marine warship. "
Let's give them a warm welcome," he declared, a fiery resolve burning in his eyes. "
They'll regret crossing paths with us."
Izo, known for his sharpshooting skills, scanned the enemy vessel warily, his keen eyes searching for any signs of movement from a sniper. "
Keep an eye out for any sniper," he cautioned, his voice tense yet focused. "
We can't afford to underestimate any surprise attacks."
Jozu, his diamond-hard muscles tensed for action, exuded an aura of quiet confidence as he awaited the impending clash. "
We've faced worse odds before," he remarked, a steely resolve in his voice. "
And we've always come out on top."
Vista, his blade gleaming in the sunlight, stood tall and proud, his unwavering loyalty to Whitebeard evident in every movement. "
For the glory of the Whitebeard Pirates," he proclaimed, a fierce determination burning in his heart.
As the tension mounted and the enemy boarded their vessel, Marco's form began to shimmer and shift, his body morphing into a hybrid phoenix. Before the epic clash, Marco's voice rang out with a mixture of frustration and resolve.
"
What crimes have we truly committed for the government to hunt us?" he questioned, his words carrying a weight of defiance.
"
The Vampirates, Spadas, and the Neo Navy—they're the ones disrupting the balance. This could be nothing more than a diversion for what lies ahead, don't you think?" His tone was laced with scepticism, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated the true motives behind the government's actions.
With a mighty roar, he launched himself at the sky, his talons outstretched for battle. As Marco soared through the air in his hybrid phoenix form, flames dancing around his body like a swirling inferno, he gathered talon-shaped energy at the tips of his wings. With a resounding cry that echoed across the battlefield, he unleashed his signature technique: "
Blazing Talon Fury!" In a flash of light, the fiery talons extended from his wings, leaving trails of scorching energy in their wake as they streaked towards Kallavan, the Mighty Admiral with unmatched speed and precision, ready to rend through any obstacle in their path with searing intensity.
As Ace charged into battle, flames enveloping his fists in a blazing aura, he tapped into the essence of his fiery phoenix inspiration from their captain. With a fierce cry that echoed through the chaos of the battlefield, he unleashed his signature technique: "
Phoenix Inferno Strike!" Flames erupted from his fists in the shape of majestic phoenix wings, each feather aflame with intense heat and power. As he struck forward, the fiery wings expanded outward, leaving trails of scorching energy in their wake, ready to engulf his foes in a relentless torrent of searing flames, marking his presence on the battlefield with unmatched ferocity and determination.
As Vista surged forward with his sword in hand, he embodied the grace and elegance of a blooming flower in full bloom. With a fluid motion that seemed to dance through the air, he unleashed his signature technique: "
Petal Storm Blossom!" Each swing of his sword released a flurry of razor-sharp petals, shimmering with iridescent hues as they twirled and danced around him in a mesmerizing display. The petals sliced through the air with precision, weaving a beautiful yet deadly tapestry that closed in on their target with relentless determination, showcasing Vista's mastery over his swordsmanship and his ability to turn the battlefield into a garden of both beauty and peril.