Luffy's shout echoed as a streak of blue flame swept across the battlefield overhead.
Marco was fast. So fast that the people on the ice barely caught a trail of blue fire before he was already in front of Flashlight.
His blue wings spread in midair, flames burning along their edges. His right leg was already raised, his shin transformed into a phoenix's talon, the flames at its tip tracing an arc through the air.
Flashlight's body dispersed at that instant.
Electric arcs spread to either side in advance, and Marco's talon kicked through empty air.
Flashlight re-formed in the distance, the hem of his silver-gray hooded coat still fluttering.
"Ooh~ So fast~"
Flashlight's electric-arc expression curved slightly.
"Cut the act, Flashlight."
Marco didn't pursue. He twisted halfway around to adjust his posture, spread his wings, and hovered in midair.
"Whitebeard's second-in-command, weren't you playing with old man Kizaru?"
In front of outsiders, Flashlight refrained from calling him "Director." Most people didn't know about that nickname anyway.
He also glanced at the situation below.
Under cover from the other crew members, Fossa was leading Rakuyo and Speedo out of the combat zone.
"No, looks like Kizaru's more interested in the Execution Platform."
Marco answered with a grin. Blue flames rose from his body as he positioned himself between Flashlight and his retreating comrades.
"...Old man Kizaru's slacking off again, huh."
Flashlight grumbled.
The man was faster than him, yet Marco had still managed to kick him away. Now he was openly letting enemies slip past.
Being mentally prepared was one thing, but actually seeing it happen really made him want to report the guy.
Flashlight swept his Observation Haki over the battlefield to get a rough picture.
The two sides had committed over 150,000 troops in total. The battlefield was