"In that case-my colleagues, let the pirates' blood cover the seas."
The Five Admirals leaped from their seats at once.
Five figures streaked across Marineford's gloomy sky, their Justice Coats billowing behind them, their white hems blown straight in the smoke and sea wind.
Aokiji struck first.
He pressed his arms together, and freezing air erupted from where his palms met.
Frost spread wildly outward with him at its center, freezing the air into trails of white ice crystals visible to the naked eye. The sea solidified beneath his feet, and in a matter of breaths, the entire stretch from the harbor's edge to the waters where the Four Emperors' fleet lay anchored froze into a single, unbroken white ice field.
Ice squeezed the Moby Dick's hull from every direction, making it groan under the unbearable pressure;
the Beasts Warship's twin-horned ram froze fast in the ice, unable to move;
a layer of white frost crept over the singing figurehead of the Queen Mama Chanter, beginning at its lips, and its song cut off abruptly.
"Ice Age."
Sakazuki said nothing.
He thrust both arms forward, his forearms melting into scorching magma. Thick, orange-red liquid dripped from his elbows, each drop burning a hole in the ice that hissed with white vapor.
"Rock Fist Burst!" He turned himself into a living volcano, his magma fists relentlessly carpet-bombing the area occupied by the Four Emperors' fleet.
Fist-sized magma bombs traced arcs through the air, trailing black smoke. Those that struck the ice created hissing pools of lava; those that struck pirate sails instantly set the entire canvas ablaze.
Kizaru had not even finished lowering his crossed leg before he turned into a streak of golden light and flashed into midair.
He crossed his hands before his chest and spread all ten fingers.