The battlefield was chaos. The sea churned with the remnants of cannon fire, and the deck of the Crimson Reavers' flagship was a full-blown war zone. The howling wind carried the ring of clashing metal and the boom of Devil Fruit powers as Solian's crew engaged the four Crimson Reaver Commanders.
Each fight was a fight for life—none of these enemies were pushovers. They had earned their 40+ million berries rewards by sheer might and cunning. And now, Solian's crew was discovering how deadly they were.
Kael vs. Vargo the Iron Fist (46 Million Berries)
Kael wiped blood from his lip, staring down Vargo, a hulking man whose arms were coated in jet-black Armament Haki. Every strike from the brute was like a cannonball, and Kael had barely avoided a broken rib in their last exchange.
"You're fast," Vargo growled, flexing his massive fists. "But you're not fast enough."
Kael smirked, rolling his shoulders. "Guess I'll have to fix that."
With a burst of speed, Kael vanished.
Vargo's eyes widened as Kael reappeared behind him, already transforming into a killing strike. "Kinetic Breaker!"
The strike sent Vargo gliding across the deck, but the man stood firm, absorbing the blow. "Tch. That all you got?"
Kael frowned. This was going to be a long fight.
Jorin vs. Silva the Serpent Blade (43 Million Berries)
Jorin's blade clashed against Silva's twin scimitars, sparks flying as they exchanged rapid slashes. Silva was quick—unnaturally so. His footwork was precise, his strikes unpredictable.
"You're skilled," Silva admitted, twisting away from a thrust and slashing at Jorin's side.
Jorin barely blocked in time, gritting his teeth. He couldn't afford to hold back.
He exhaled sharply, shifting his stance. Then—
"Phantom Mirage."
For a moment, Jorin was a blur, Silva's scimitars slicing through air. Jorin hadn't had a chance to act before he appeared at his side, sword already descending.
Silva's eyes widened. Too fast.
Blood sprayed across the deck.
Vance vs. Orla the Boulder (42 Million Berries)
Vance snarled as he was thrown across the ship, crashing into the mast. He rolled away just in time as a massive piece of wreckage hurtled towards him, launched by Orla's phenomenal strength.
"Shit," he muttered, shaking his head from the impact. "You throw rocks and people?"
Orla, a giant woman with frightening strength, cracked her knuckles. "I break things."
She charged.
Vance spun around, using the momentum of his previous strike and converting it into momentum for his next move. He settled back, then charged forward in a burst of recoil energy, shooting off like a bullet.
BOOM!
The impact shattered the deck under them.
Drayce vs. Mikhail the Gale (45 Million Berries)
Drayce gritted his teeth, weaving through a torrent of razory-wind blades. Mikhail, lean, cold-eyed fighter that he was, controlled the wind itself, making the battlefield a maelstrom of sawing gales.
"You're all defense," Mikhail taunted. "How long can you dodge?"
Drayce narrowed his eyes. "Long enough."
He vanished suddenly into shadow, his Void Fruit taking hold. Mikhail's wind blades sliced through empty nothing.
"That won't happen to me," Mikhail jeered, and the motion went. He whirled already punching—
But Drayce had attacked from the rear.
"Void Rend."
Black bite ripped across air, consuming light itself.
Mikhail's smile fled.
Solian vs.????
Among the warfare erupting all about him, Solian remained keen on the last commander—uno that stirred not.
The shape of a gigantic hooded giant occupied place at the steer of the ship, arms crossed.
Solian made fists into fists. There's something off about him.
And then—
The man lifted his head. A smile creased his face.
"I've been waiting for you," he said. "Let's see if you're worth your bounty, Solian Flare."