"Ha!"
"..."
"Perfume Femur!"
"!!"
"That won't work, little girl. Stop batting your eyes at this old geezer."
"You probably don't know this, do you?"
"This old geezer only likes drinking. I don't like women, and I'm way past that age."
"You!"
"How dare you!!"
Pistol Kiss!
Slave Arrow!!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
"Why bother?"
"I told you, it won't work..."
"Little girl, you and I both have Observation Haki. You should know a move like that won't do much. If it's too slow, it's easy to dodge."
In a corner of Amazon Lily, with a group of Amazon warriors watching, the Pirate Empress Boa Hancock was battling the Dark King Silvers Rayleigh. The two had been going back and forth for nearly half an hour, yet neither had gained the upper hand.
However...
It wasn't hard to see from the Empress's furious expression and the Dark King Rayleigh's leisurely demeanor that Rayleigh was clearly in complete control. Though he held a sword, he hadn't once taken the initiative to attack. He had only defended himself.
By contrast, the Empress kept bombarding him with all sorts of long-range attacks: "Perfume Femur," which could turn people to stone; "Pistol Kiss," as sharp as a bullet; and "Slave Arrow," which fired a volley of arrows that forcibly petrified their targets. But the results were less than satisfactory, and Rayleigh kept teasing and taunting her.
"..."
At last, after Rayleigh easily dodged the final Slave Arrow and she saw that none of her ranged attacks had worked, the Empress stopped, her face stern as she glared coldly at him.
"Oh?"
"Finally giving up? Are you admitting defeat?"
"You should've done that sooner, little girl. I never came here to make things difficult for you. I'm actually doing this for your own good. Just think: