[Ace didn't even bother pushing his fire against Kuzan's ice. In terms of basic strategy, it would be a waste. Fire would only melt the surface of his ice and work its way to the center as if boring through. If Kuzan threw ice at him continually, it would eventually get past some of his flames. That was the difference between a logia with much more 'mass'.

Well, it was the problem he had initially. Against someone with heavier fire than his like Akainu, Ace would have had to attack from far for his power to do anything useful. So, he really had to weigh his options. Ace reached to his belt, lifted his shirt and handily unclipped his knife from it. He swiped the tip of the knife across the back of his arm, a thin rived of blood running down it.

The air around Ace's arm immediately began to boil. He used his blood for a reason--because it was where the warmth in the human body was usually the densest. For his own blood, that was a telling estimate.]

Not yet. Anyway, you gave me plenty of time to check if any of my crew was behind you.

I guess now's a good time to try something new out.