The Fall of the Donquixote Family (Part 1)

"Stop! Who are you people?!"

The four had just entered the town when a patrol of Donquixote Family members blocked their path.

Before the warning had even faded, afterimages flashed before their eyes.

Sugar's petite body erupted with unbelievable speed. Her index finger jabbed repeatedly, producing sharp explosions in the air. Blood blossomed from several patrolmen's chests at once, confusion still lingering in their eyes as they fell.

"More are coming from over there."

Baby-5 spoke calmly, her arms transforming into rotating machine guns.

Muzzle flashes erupted as bullets rained down on the reinforcements pouring out from the street corner. The enemies scrambled for cover, but the walls were like paper beneath Baby-5's barrage.

Monet spread her bat wings and parted her crimson lips. A sound beyond human hearing radiated outward from her, and the Donquixote Family members rushing over as reinforcements clutched their ears and collapsed, blood streaming from their seven orifices.

The surrounding civilians had fled the moment the first Donquixote Family member fell. Windows shut one after another, bolts slid into place, and curtains were drawn tight. Fear shifted from the Donquixote Family to these uninvited guests.

The commotion here finally drew the attention of the officers.

Jora attacked from the side, pink smoke pouring from her palm. Her power could turn people into twisted works of art and had condemned countless enemies to eternal, distorted agony.

The pink smoke engulfed Sugar's position.

A smile appeared on Jora's lips, but froze the next instant.

Sugar appeared behind her with Soru, her small hand coated in Armament Haki as she lightly struck Jora's neck. With a crack, Jora's neck bone snapped. Her eyes widened as she fell.

The instant she hit the ground, dozens of Dwarves who had been turned into abstract paintings in a hidden room somewhere