I'm a good pirate, part three

The battle had lasted a full day and night, yet Rogge and Akainu were still brimming with fighting spirit. Neither would give an inch, and they only fought harder as the battle dragged on, though both had sustained injuries.

They were fighting, after all. How could they possibly escape unscathed? Rogge had suffered burns. His body already bore plenty of scars, and his clothes were badly torn. A scorched patch marked his chest, though the burn was only skin-deep.

Akainu was no better off. Several of his ribs were broken, and a large wound had been torn open in his chest, exposing the bones inside.

Neither man's injuries were particularly serious, and they kept fighting. All the burning trees on the island had been leveled, and the flames had given way to flowing magma. Such was the terrifying power of an awakened Logia Devil Fruit user.

Their battle could easily transform an entire island's environment. Rogge had to watch every step, never knowing whether Akainu would send magma surging up to attack him. The burns on his body had come from one of Akainu's surprise attacks, when a large mass of magma had stuck to his skin.

That was magma, after all. Its temperature was terrifyingly high. A single touch could cook flesh.

They fought for another half day, and neither showed any sign of stopping. The spectators were beginning to grow numb. Rogge's strength surpassed their expectations. Admirals were the Marines' strongest fighters, yet Rogge, a Shichibukai, could fight one to this extent. Shiryu and the others believed that, since Rogge was still only in his twenties, he would surely carve out a place for himself on the seas someday.

Even their brief time with him had given them some understanding of his character. He was certainly not the