At the sight of those colossal figures, the marines didn't hesitate.
They screamed.
Panic spread instantly as soldiers dropped what they were doing and tried to run, scrambling across the decks in pure terror—but there was nowhere to go. They were already surrounded by the sea, trapped on ships that suddenly felt far too small.
Then the giants moved.
With a single, mighty leap, Dorry and Brogy launched themselves from the warships they had just crippled and landed directly on the shore, the ground shaking violently beneath their weight. Behind them, their massive vessel continued its approach, cutting through the water like an unstoppable force before grinding against the coastline.
More shadows rose from its deck.
More giants.
One after another, they leapt down onto Egghead, each one armed, each one ready, their sheer presence overwhelming. The air itself felt heavier with them here.
They were the Giant Warrior Pirates.
Led by legends.
Brogy the Red Ogre.
Dorry the Blue Ogre.
And they weren't alone.
Two familiar figures followed behind them—Kashi and Oimo, the giants who had once stood guard at Enies Lobby for fifty long years, deceived into believing their captains had been captured. It had taken Usopp to break that illusion, to free them, and now they stood here once again—reunited, loyal, and ready to fight.
They didn't waste a second.
Warships were torn apart like toys. Trees were uprooted and crushed beneath their feet. The battlefield turned into complete chaos as their destructive power swept across everything in their path.
Nothing stood in their way.
These weren't just pirates.
They were living legends.
There was a time when the mere mention of their crew was enough to make the world tremble. Stories of their strength, their battles, their pride as warriors had spread far and wide.
But that era had ended—at least on the surface.
A single quarrel between their captains had split them apart, leading to a duel that lasted not days, not years—
But a century.
And yet, for all that time, their reason never changed.
Pride.
Honour.
The will to see it through.
The Straw Hats had once stumbled into that endless clash on Little Garden, witnessing firsthand what it meant to live as warriors bound by something greater than reason.
Ryo had seen it too, long before all of this, when he had passed through that island alone during his own journey.
At the time, the reason for their fight had seemed meaningless.
Forgotten.
But that never mattered.
Because the reason they kept fighting—
Was everything.
And now, for that same reason—
They were here.
Not for the navy.
Not for glory.
Not for revenge.
They had come for one purpose.
To get the Straw Hats out safely.
Nothing else mattered.
Elsewhere, the Sunny continued its reckless slide across the ice Brook had created, the ship picking up speed as it shot forward uncontrollably. The frozen path gleamed beneath it, but neither Brook nor Lilith had figured out how to stop.
And if they didn't—
They were going straight into the barrier.
At full speed.
Elsewhere, the clash between Zoro and Lucci raged on without pause. Steel met claw again and again, sparks flying with each collision as Zoro's frustration continued to build. Lucci refused to go down, his persistence grinding against Zoro's patience as the fight dragged on.
On another shore, the situation for the marines had completely collapsed. Warships were being destroyed one after another, either by the giants or by the Pacifistas that had turned against them. Vice Admiral Red King made the call—there was no other option.
They had to destroy their own weapons.
Cannon fire redirected.
Targets changed.
The navy began shooting down the Pacifistas just to survive.
But even that wasn't the worst of it.
Because they weren't the only unexpected arrival.
Three figures stood apart from the chaos.
Watching.
Observing.
Unbothered.
Members of the Blackbeard Pirates.
Catarina Devon.
Van Augur.
And Portgas D. Hirito.
Each one a Titanic Captain.
Hirito's laughter cut through the noise, low and amused as his eyes scanned the battlefield, taking in the destruction, the chaos, the sheer scale of everything happening at once.
Hirito: Damn why didn't we get earlier! I'd love to tear apart some giants!
Devon tilted her head slightly, a sly smile forming as she watched the clash unfold.
Catarina Devon: they are having quite the scuffle aren't they, plenty of big shots here as well, maybe we should spice things up a bit
Van Augur remained still, his gaze sharp, distant—like he was already seeing how things would play out.
Van Augur: fate lead us here, we will take our due indeed
Hirito's grin widened at that, something darker creeping into it as his attention shifted.
Toward the island.
Toward a very specific presence.
Hirito: My precious nephew is here, but from what I can tell from his Haki, he's having a little moment, so trying to kill him right now wouldn't be any fun at all
He flipped his long, wild red hair back with a careless motion, stepping forward without hesitation.
Devon and Augur followed.
Three predators.
Walking straight into the chaos.
And that's a wrap
This'll be fun
