The power of that tremor instantly tore apart the ice beneath Lorne's feet, becoming a shock wave of almost tangible white light that hurtled straight toward his back.
Lorne twisted around the instant the shock wave reached him, his right arm coated in black-and-red Haki as he met that terrifying tremor head-on.
"Whitebeard, you finally couldn't resist making a move?" Lorne growled, his right fist colliding thunderously with the tremor wave in midair.
Boom!
Violent air currents swept outward, instantly shredding the falling snowflakes.
Whitebeard's towering, hill-like figure appeared behind him to one side. He gripped the broad-bladed Murakumogiri in both hands, its blade enveloped in a huge white sphere of tremor energy.
"Gurararara! Brat, beating those two doesn't mean you're done!" Whitebeard laughed, his long blade tracing a massive arc through the air and whipping up a terrifying storm that tore through space.
Amid the ruins of the Execution Platform, damaged Seastone chains lay scattered across the ground. Marshall D. Teach crawled out of a pile of rubble in a sorry state, covered in blood. The black smoke of the Dark-Dark Fruit had already eaten through most of the chains on his hands.
"Pops! Save me! That monster Lorne is going to kill me!" Teach scrambled toward the Whitebeard Pirates, his eyes filled with terror.
"First Division, with me! Go get Teach!" Marco shouted from the air. The blue flames on his wings instantly surged as he led several division commanders straight toward the ruins of the Execution Platform.
"You're not getting away, pirate!" Marine Vice Admiral Onigumo brandished several long swords, trying to intercept Marco.
"Out of the way, Marine!" Vista swung his twin swords, driving Onigumo back with fierce sword energy.
"Teach, run! Don't look back!" Marco flew to Teach's side, grabbed his shoulder, and flew him