"Then let me show you just how stupid you are!"
The smile vanished from Barn's face. Fitz, perched on his head, seemed to sense the change, fluttering away to land on Miss All Sunday's shoulder...
"Finally wiped that sickening smile off your face?"
As Crocodile watched Barn finally grow serious, his own smile widened. It seemed he, too, was looking forward to this showdown...
Barn merely shook his head and said,
"When you're teaching a youngster a lesson, you have to put on a serious face, don't you?"
"Really? Aren't you saying that a little too soon, Barn?"
"Hm?"
"Maybe I'll be the one teaching you a lesson."
Crocodile gave a wicked smile and raised his left hand again as it slowly turned into sand!
"You know, Barn, this move is completely different in the desert."
"Desert Spada!"
It was the same move, but this time it was on an entirely different level. The blade was no longer formed from just the sand in Crocodile's hand. Yellow sand streamed up from the ground, gathering around his left hand. With a sweep of his arm, a massive slash shot straight toward Barn!
"Soru!"
It missed again. For Barn, who had mastered the Six Powers, an attack like this was still fairly easy to dodge.
"Anything different besides the size?"
"Heh heh. Why not take a look? Oh, sorry. I forgot you're blind..."
Crocodile taunted him again. The slash Barn had dodged nearly cleaved the entire desert in two, and the seemingly solid sand turned into quicksand. Sand throughout the area flowed toward the gash carved by the attack!
"This is-!"
"Soru!"
Barn tried to use Soru to dodge again, but failed. The constantly shifting quicksand gave him no footing. Soru relied on an explosive series of steps in an instant to