[he had heard the man's voice, and intellectually had come to realize he was alive here. But seeing him is an entirely different matter. He can smell Marine Ford again, can hear it in his inner ear. Killed justly or not, the man is dead, the battle is over, and yet he's here fighting on.For what purpose? To cause more destruction in his wake? Or is there something else he has in mind?
Whatever the reasoning, here and now he is a force to be reckoned with. He braces his stance, folding his hands in his pockets and letting the ice spread around him, reinforcing it against the young man's heat. No matter how hot the fire, it cannot stand forever against a glacier.]
Don't you think you've caused enough damage for one night?
[even for Whitebeard Pirates, there was a limit. Now that Portgas was unfettered, it was worth watching what kind of man he came to be. What the dissolution and death of Whitebeard really meant for this world, and their own]
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Whatever the reasoning, here and now he is a force to be reckoned with. He braces his stance, folding his hands in his pockets and letting the ice spread around him, reinforcing it against the young man's heat. No matter how hot the fire, it cannot stand forever against a glacier.]
Don't you think you've caused enough damage for one night?
[even for Whitebeard Pirates, there was a limit. Now that Portgas was unfettered, it was worth watching what kind of man he came to be. What the dissolution and death of Whitebeard really meant for this world, and their own]