The air around the battlefield vibrated with the intensity of the moment. Khalid, the first to act, slashed with his scimitar, his attack a blur of silver that gleamed under the harsh Alabasta sun. He moved with an impossible speed, his body a silhouette against the sky, closing the distance between him and Mr. 1 in the blink of an eye. The blade came down, aiming for Mr. 1's shoulder, but the assassin's arms moved like living steel, crossing in an almost mechanical precision. A metallic scrape echoed through the chaos as Mr. 1 deflected the blow with a twist of his arms, forcing Khalid to spin away in a whirl of dust.
"You call that an attack?" he sneered, effortlessly parrying Khalid's scimitar and sending him sliding back several meters. "I've seen toddlers swing harder than that. Come on, try me again. It'll be just as easy to crush you as it was the last time."
But as Khalid moved, Chaka was already in the air, his legs coiling like springs. His claws were aimed straight for Mr. 1's exposed side, moving faster than the eye could follow. "Jackal's Fang Barrage!" he roared, the air around him crackling with ferocity as he struck. Mr. 1's arms were already at the ready. With a grating sound, he met Chaka's claws with his bladed arms, pushing the jackal-like warrior back with a swift, powerful swipe. Yet, Chaka wasn't done. He flipped backward, landing on the side of a building, his claws scraping against the stone as he immediately launched himself back at Mr. 1—fury in his eyes.
As Chaka launched himself back into the fray, Pell dove from above, a beast of flight, his talons gleaming like razor-sharp daggers aimed at Mr. 1's skull. "Skyrending Talon Dive!" he bellowed, the wind screaming around him, whipping up debris and sand in his wake. Mr. 1's head jerked back just in time, narrowly evading Pell's vicious strike, but the explosive power of Pell's talons raked across his arms. With a vicious, grinding crash, Pell's attack connected, leaving deep gouges in Mr. 1's arm, but the damage was superficial. Mr. 1 slid back, using the momentum to shift his body like a shadow, and retaliated with a savage strike of his own—a whirlwind of slashes, aiming to tear Pell apart. Pell flapped his wings hard, just barely managing to avoid the cutting edge of Mr. 1's blades as the force of the wind pushed him back.
Igaram was next—he had been waiting for the right moment. With a fierce battle cry, he lunged forward, his rapier flashing in the sun, the tip aimed straight for Mr. 1's heart. "Radiant Serpent's Fang!" he declared, his movements a blur as he feinted, then slashed high, attempting to catch Mr. 1 off guard. But Mr. 1 anticipated the attack. His body twisted in a serpentine motion, his bladed arms weaving together in an almost hypnotic defense. The clash rang out as Mr. 1 parried the rapier with a flick of his arm, the force of the impact sending sparks flying. Igaram's eyes locked onto the assassin's, his body already shifting for another strike, but Mr. 1's blades were there first—a flash of metal cutting through the air, forcing Igaram to retreat and reset.
No sooner had Igaram stepped back than Samira appeared in the corner of Mr. 1's vision, her twin blades shimmering in the sandstorm of the battle. She struck in a dizzying array of rapid motions, each slash faster than the last. "Blade Waltz: Crescendo!" she announced, her blades like lightning, arcs of metal cutting through the chaos. She aimed at Mr. 1's exposed neck, a killing blow—but once again, Mr. 1 deflected, his arms rising to meet the strike. But Samira's moves were relentless—a flurry of slashes, her body spinning and twisting in a pirouette of deadly intent, forcing Mr. 1 to turn and parry with one arm while his other arm sliced for her midsection. Samira ducked, the blade grazing her cheek as she spun underneath Mr. 1's guard, reappearing behind him. Her blades cut through the air in another lightning-fast arc—but once again, Mr. 1 was prepared, deflecting each strike with inhuman precision, his arms moving like a bladed whirlwind.
Khalid didn't miss the opportunity to strike again. As Samira pushed Mr. 1 into a defensive stance, Khalid spun his scimitar in a series of rapid attacks. "Sandstorm Guillotine!" he roared, his blade dancing, slashing from left to right, forcing Mr. 1 into tight, precise movements. The assassin's defenses were impeccable, but the sheer number of attacks coming from all directions was starting to take its toll. With every parry, Mr. 1's arms sang with the violence of the clash, his blades scraping against the air like grinding metal, but he could only deflect so much.
Without pause, Chaka returned to the fray, this time slashing at Mr. 1's legs, aiming to disable him. "Fang of the Desert King!" he snarled, his claws like crescent moons, swiping downward in an arc, slicing for Mr. 1's thighs. The assassin's body jerked sideways, narrowly avoiding the attack, but he was momentarily off balance. Pell capitalized on the opening, diving down again with a vicious sweep of his talons. "Skyrending Talon Cyclone!" he bellowed, his body a blur of speed, his wings creating a wake of destructive force. But Mr. 1 was quick, spinning his body with a swift motion that sent Pell flying off course, narrowly avoiding a fatal strike.
Samira, once again, closed in, this time aiming for Mr. 1's exposed side. "Blade Waltz: Finale!" she declared, her twin blades moving in a synchronized assault, each strike designed to overwhelm him from two different angles. Mr. 1 twisted his torso, his arms flashing in a violent cross, his bladed limbs meeting Samira's blades with a resounding clang. Sparks flew from the impact as Mr. 1 used his superior strength to push Samira back, her body flipping mid-air to land on her feet.
"Do you think this is enough?" Mr. 1 growled, his voice low and dripping with contempt. "You pieces of royal trash.
Khalid smirked, tightening his grip on his scimitar. "We're just getting started."
Mr. 1 sneered, his voice a cold, grinding growl. "I expected more from the kingdom that once stood tall in the desert. But now? You're nothing but sand slipping through my fingers." His bladed arms gleamed in the sunlight, each movement a reminder of the destruction he'd wrought. "Come on, then. Let me show you what true power looks like."
With a roar that shook the battlefield, Mr. 1's body erupted into motion. His bladed arms spun in a blinding whirlwind, the air itself screaming as it was torn apart by the sheer force of his attack. "The Chronicles Rebel!" he bellowed, his voice a thunderous declaration of destruction.
Khalid raised his scimitar to block, but the impact of the shockwave was overwhelming. His feet slid backward as the force of the blast drove him, the ground beneath him crumbling. With a furious roar, he steadied himself, digging his feet into the earth. With sheer strength, Khalid slashed through the shockwave, his scimitar glowing as it cut through the energy like a hot knife through butter. His muscles strained, his body pushed to the limit, but he gritted his teeth. "Not today, you monster!" His attack, powered by his fierce will, sent a retaliatory shockwave back toward Mr. 1, causing the ground to quake.
"Dammit!" Khalid thought, grit teeth and pushing against the ground, trying to hold his ground. "This guy's stronger than I thought!" The air was thick with the acrid stench of burning wood and the metallic tang of blood, each breath a reminder of the cost of this war. The ground beneath Khalid's feet crumbled as he pushed back against Mr. 1's shockwave, his muscles straining under the weight of the attack. The battlefield was a living nightmare, the screams of the wounded and the roar of flames blending into a dissonant symphony of chaos.
Chaka leaped high into the air to avoid the worst of the shockwave, his claws extending to intercept the blast. The sheer force sent him tumbling through the air, his arms trembling from the impact. He crashed to the ground, but before he could recover, another wave of energy pummeled him backward, sending him flying through the dust, barely keeping his footing.
"Tch! This is not going to be easy…" Chaka thought as he struggled to stand, shaking his arms out. "I barely blocked it—this power is ridiculous!"
Pell, ever resilient, spread his wings wide and beat them furiously, his talons glowing as he fought to soar above the shockwave. But the sheer power was too much. The energy slammed into him like a storm, hurling him through the air. His wings flapped desperately, but the force drove him backward. He crashed hard into the ground, his body smashing into the earth with a grunt of pain.
Pell gasped, struggling to push himself up, his wings still slightly singed from the attack. "L-luckly for me… I almost died…" he murmured, chuckling weakly as he pushed himself back to his feet.
Igaram planted his feet, his rapier flashing as he tried to parry the incoming energy. But the impact sent him to his knees, his face grimacing as he barely held on. The power of Mr. 1's attack pushed him down, but Igaram's resolve kept him upright.
"Dammit... The power behind that attack... it's like nothing we've ever faced," Igaram thought, struggling to remain focused.
Samira, spinning her blades in a desperate defense, tried to anticipate the shockwave, but the energy grazed her sides, the burn from it searing through her skin. She flipped backward, narrowly avoiding the worst of it, but the force of the blast sent her skidding on the ground, her breath sharp in her chest.
"That was close... Samira thought, wiping the blood running down from her brow. Even with 5 fighting against him.. He is still holding his ground....what a monster..." She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes. "But we're not done yet." If we can just push him a little further...
Her grip tightened on her blades, the weight of the battle pressing down on her shoulders. There has to be a way to break through his defenses. We can't afford to lose—not now, not ever.
The battlefield was decimated. Buildings crumbled, their walls reduced to rubble. The ground was torn apart, deep fissures spreading like spiderwebs. The air was thick with dust and debris, the once-proud city of Alabasta now a war-torn wasteland.
Mr. 1 stood at the center of the destruction, his chest heaving, his bladed arms glowing with residual energy. His eyes burned with fury, his voice a low growl. Not for long"
In an instant, the five warriors—Pell, Chaka, Igaram, Samira, and Khalid—lunged at him in perfect synchrony. Their coordinated assault was like a tempest, a relentless barrage of attacks aimed at overwhelming Mr. 1. Steel met steel in a deafening clash, the sound of their weapons ringing out through the air like a storm of thunder. Each strike carried the force of their will, each blow aimed to pierce through his unyielding, blade-covered body.
But Mr. 1 was no ordinary foe. He moved with the deadly precision of a seasoned warrior, weaving through their attacks with frightening speed. His bladed arms were like a whirlwind, deflecting and countering every strike with ruthless efficiency. Each movement was calculated, his every parry and slash designed to keep the warriors at bay.
His sharp eyes never left his opponents as he danced through the onslaught. He was relentless, his attacks coming fast and furious, cutting through the air with lightning speed.
Meanwhile, the larger battle raged on across the city. The Royal Guard and Baroque Works pirates fought a brutal and merciless war. Swords met flesh, cries of pain and fury echoed through the war-torn streets of Alabasta, and the once-pristine sand beneath them was now stained red with blood. Explosions rocked the city as cannons from both sides unleashed hell, reducing entire buildings to rubble. The chaos was overwhelming—neither side showed signs of yielding.
The Royal Guard fought for their kingdom, their hearts filled with the desperation to protect their home. The Baroque Works pirates, on the other hand, cared for nothing but destruction, their goal to see the city burn. They fought with a singular purpose: to break the will of those who stood against them.
The battle between the two factions continued unabated, a hellish struggle where bodies fell on both sides. The streets of Alabasta had become a blood-soaked battlefield, a place where no mercy was offered, and only the strongest would survive. Each swing of a sword, each blast from a cannon, seemed to feed into the carnage, making the city a living, breathing monument to the horrors of war.
As the chaos escalated, the stakes grew higher. And amid it all, the five warriors faced Mr. 1, knowing that the outcome of this clash would determine the future of Alabasta—and their very lives.