In the World of Pirates, Watching Roger's Execution from the Start

He had already given Atlas more credit than he thought necessary. This was the Calm Belt, and he had sensed no warship docked anywhere near Thriller Bark. That meant this Marine had appeared out of nowhere—most likely thanks to a Devil Fruit that granted flight!

"What keen perception! Heh hee hee hee hee..."

Moria quickly scattered his shadow while his real body sprinted toward Atlas.

A moment later, his shadow and body reunited, and his expression grew even graver. Their brief exchange had given him a taste of Atlas's monstrous strength and sharp combat instincts. He had no choice but to be cautious.

"Moria, let me put it this way. I've taken a liking to your ship. Are you going to hand it over willingly, or..."

"Should I beat you up and take it myself?"

The moment she finished speaking, Atlas once again displayed her ghostlike speed.

"Blast Fist!"

Moria's heart jolted. Before he could even think, Atlas's fist, as big as a cooking pot, was almost in his face!

"Heh hee hee hee! If you want it, come and take it!"

"Shadow Revolution!"

The shadow beneath his feet rapidly writhed and changed shape. His arm grew enormous along with it, Armament Haki winding around it.

Boom!

What did it feel like to be hit by immense strength and an explosion at the same time?

Moria could answer that question.

It hurt like hell!

This ship is mine

Moria was a sorry sight. His face was so dark it looked ready to drip water. His clothes were in tatters, burns of varying sizes covered his body, and the right arm he had just used to clash with Atlas hung limply at his side.

My right arm is ruined?!

Moria was utterly horrified. This monster's strength...

It was absolutely not something