The man Mew had identified as Pops, Whitebears, looked at the battle in amusement. His precious son Ace was being protected by a pink cat, while he and the rest of his crew were being helped by bigger cats that did strange things. Their attacks varied from thunder, flames, water, sudden bouts of moving rubble at the opponents or blasting them away. It was truly amazing.
Another creature was mindblowing as well, as the bullets and swords attacking it were going right through it. The marine soldier that did it would fall asleep soon after, only for him to get weaker and weaker, while the creature became stronger and stronger.
It would dissapear into shadows, dragging marines inside without a sound. He didn't see them coming back, so he had no clue as to what had happened to them. Nothing good, that was for sure.
"Marco. Give the order for retreat. Now is our chance. Make sure Ace and Straw Hat get on the ship as well."
Whitebeard ordered, as he tried to get up, only to be forcefully put down again by the green pink cat.
{You are not healed. Sit still or I will make you.}
Rex replied as he continued to heal Whitebeard.
"Cocky kid. I wonder who raised you to be like that."
Whitebeard replied with a big smile, obediently sitting down again as the big holes in his body were healing at the speed visible to the eye.
{Haa! Dad is even worse.}
Rex replied as he looked towards Mew who was still slapping Ace on the head. The two youth had both sat down as well, as Mew too had begun to heal them as they shared the story. The big lava guy was still attacking the pink bubble, a man made of light doing the same while a man with curly hair seemed to rush in to join them.
{Dad is still as popular as ever.}
Rex said with sarcasm, completing the healing process and giving Whitebeard the go to move.
{I'm going to help dad. You... Just do what you want. I guess dad will just send me back when you are dying again.}
"Really cheeky!"
Whitebeard yelled as he swung his bisento at the marines that had gathered around him. The blue protective bubble was still up, blocking the swords and bullets, while letting Whitebeards bisento pass right through.
"Gurarara! It seems this old body has a few more years left after all!"
Whitebeard said as laughingly swung his weapon, cutting down people left and right. Looking at the ships, he could see that half of his crew had retreated, while a few still straggled behind.