"Moreover, the Navy's strength hadn't suffered any substantial losses. All people could see was the Navy being beaten into a sorry retreat by us, but they hadn't seen our overwhelming advantage in aerial combat—the unmatched control of the skies we possessed."
"What did Kaido have?" Leo's retort plunged everyone else into thought. Indeed, what did Kaido have?
Of the three Great Pages, Kaido and King could fly, but could they compare to a Logia?
They had neither the Revolutionary Army's numerical advantage—without the burden of protecting ordinary soldiers—nor the Revolutionary Army's tactical initiative of fighting when they wanted and leaving when they wanted.
Since the Beasts Pirates intended to touch the Navy's tiger whiskers, they had to beat that tiger to death.
Otherwise, the Navy's counterattack would become the Beasts Pirates' nightmare.
"Kaido's body is far too massive. Even someone as physically helpless as me knows that in high-level battles, a body like that can only take a beating without being able to fight back. He can bully fodder soldiers, sure, but with none of the Navy's top fighters lost, once everyone focuses fire on him, he'll have only one road left: death."
"So not only is his body not an advantage, it could very well become his weakness." Although Leo could not beat anyone, his perspective was there. While the Four Emperors' combat power was unclear, in high-level battles, it was exactly as he said: being strong was fine, but you could not grow bigger. The moment you grew bigger, you became a target. Unless you could kill your opponent in one blow, your enormous size would force you to bear the vast majority of the enemy's attacks.
Little Oars during the Marineford War was an example of precisely this.
Everyone had thought Little Oars would put on a