The battlefield raged with an intensity that only a war of such colossal stakes could bring. Towering cliffs and rocky outcrops surrounded the fighters, while in the background, the distant clash of the world's greatest forces echoed. But here, in this brutal skirmish between the Ten Holy Knights and Dragon's elite Revolutionaries, it was a battle of intellect, skill, and sheer will. Blood soaked the earth as strategies unraveled and reformed in real-time, each side aiming for dominance.
Garling Figarland, leader of the Holy Knights, stood before Dragon, his imposing frame cloaked in silver armor, his sword a relic of divine craftsmanship. His eyes, cold and calculating, pierced Dragon's resolve. "You should have stayed in the shadows," Garling growled, gripping his sword, a weapon imbued with his Haki, the Sword of Sanctus. "You'll die like your Family is about to, Dragon."
Dragon's face remained impassive, but his eyes burned with the fury of rebellion. His coat flapped in the wind as electricity crackled from his hands, the ground beneath him trembling with his power. "You're the one who should have stayed in the heavens, Figarland. This world is ready to break free from your shackles."
Garling's smirk faded into a scowl, his sword humming with power as he lunged forward. Dragon sidestepped with ease, bringing his hand up to summon a ferocious gust of wind, spiraling into a vortex of destruction. Storm Haki. The winds twisted, howling like a beast as Garling blocked with his own Haki, but not without effort. Their clash sent shockwaves through the battlefield, flattening everything around them.
Ann, her short blonde hair glowing under the flickering flames of her Mera Mera no Mi, was a blur of fiery movement. Her white Armament Haki gleamed as she engaged Saint Luther, one of the Holy Knights. His long spear struck with pinpoint accuracy, but Ann was quicker. She conjured a wall of flame with a sweep of her hand, then launched herself forward, driving her fist into his chest.
"Don't think a little flame will be enough to stop a Saint like me!" Luther spat, thrusting his spear at her head. Ann ducked, her eyes blazing with determination. Her arm shone like polished steel, infused with her signature white Haki. She launched a White Inferno Fist, a searing punch that shattered Luther's spear and sent him flying into the air. But he flipped mid-air, spinning like a top, and came down with a ferocious slash of his Haki-infused spear.
Ann crossed her arms, blocking the strike but wincing as the force drove her back. "You're persistent," she muttered, blood dripping from her mouth.
Luther grinned wickedly, but his expression quickly faltered when Ann ignited her entire body. Her Fire Emperor's Cloak blazed into existence, a swirling mass of white-hot flames that surrounded her form. "Let's see how you like being burned by a true warrior," she hissed before propelling herself toward him in a burst of heat, creating a wave of flame that disintegrated the ground beneath her.
Elsewhere, Saint Themos, a towering figure draped in black, wielded a massive double-headed axe against Ivankov, whose flamboyant movements were contrasted by deadly precision. Every swing of Themos' axe tore the air, but Ivankov danced around the blows, using his Death Wink technique to disrupt his opponent's balance.
"Darling, you've got to keep up!" Ivankov teased, his body shifting into his giant form. With one enormous hand, he delivered a Hell Wink, a concentrated blast of Haki and wind pressure that sent Themos stumbling back.
Themos snarled and slammed his axe into the ground, sending fissures cracking toward Ivankov. But Ivankov, always quick on his feet, flipped into the air and came crashing down with a powerful Emporio Female Hormone Blast, punching the air and warping Themos' body with an overload of hormones.
In the sky, Karasu battled Saint Dominic, a Holy Knight clad in crimson armor with wings of light that allowed him to soar through the air like a god. Dominic's twin blades moved with divine speed, cutting through the air in arcs of light. But Karasu, with his Crow Zoan fruit, melted into flocks of crows, dodging each slash with ease.
"Pathetic!" Dominic roared, gathering his energy into a massive ball of light. "You can't hide forever!"
Karasu's voice echoed from the swarm. "I'm not hiding. I'm hunting."
Before Dominic could react, Karasu reformed behind him, plunging a dagger coated in Armament Haki into the Saint's wing. Dominic cried out, the light flickering around him as he plummeted to the ground. But even as he fell, Dominic unleashed a Judgment Blade, sending a wave of radiant energy toward Karasu.
The Revolutionary morphed back into a swarm of crows, dodging the attack as Dominic crashed into the ground with a thundering impact.
Belo Betty faced Saint Valeria, the only female among the Holy Knights. Valeria's grace was deceiving, her whip slicing through the air with deadly speed. Each strike was backed by Haki that crackled with an ominous dark aura, cutting down trees and boulders with ease. Betty, undeterred, raised her flag and unleashed her Power of Hope. The Revolutionary soldiers behind her roared in unison, their strength amplified by her encouragement.
Valeria sneered, whipping her weapon toward Betty, but the Revolutionary leader parried it with her flagpole. "Your arrogance will be your undoing, saint!" Betty shouted, thrusting her weapon forward. The force of her strike shattered the ground beneath them, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.
Valeria staggered but retaliated with a flurry of strikes, her whip moving like a serpent. Betty blocked most but was hit across the face, blood trailing from her cheek. "You'll have to try harder than that!" she yelled, her body glowing with the Will of Revolution, amplifying her strength and speed. She charged forward, slamming her fist into Valeria's midsection with a blow that sent the Holy Knight skidding backward.
Dragon's battle with Garling Figarland was a spectacle of power. Each move was calculated, every attack meant to test the other. The skies above crackled with thunder as Dragon unleashed another Tempest Strike, a gust of wind so powerful it shattered rocks and sent debris flying.
Garling grinned, deflecting the attack with a single swipe of his sword. "You've improved since your days as a mere criminal," he said mockingly, his voice dripping with venom.
Dragon, his eyes glowing with intensity, clenched his fists. "I'm more than that now. I'm the storm that will tear down your world."
Garling lunged forward, their blades meeting in an explosion of sparks. The ground beneath them cracked and quaked as their powers collided, but neither gave an inch. The fight was only just beginning, and neither man would walk away without scars.