The combat boot appeared in the center of Rossi's vision again.
This time, he saw it clearly-the patterns carved into the metal sole, the wood chips clinging to its edges, and the arcs of electricity dancing across its surface.
Time seemed to stretch, then compressed in the next instant into the sharp ring of clashing blades.
Crack.
Sandai Kitetsu's blade bent into a dangerous curve.
The dock had long since been reduced to scattered wreckage by the fighting.
A pirate ship lay tilted in the shallows beside the shore, most of its hull submerged in murky seawater, like a stranded behemoth.
It weighed at least a hundred tons, yet as that bull-headed figure swept past, the violent blast of air lifted the entire colossus and hurled it toward the sea behind them.
"Move-"
Someone darted in from the side, blocking Trebol.
It was Vergo, his arms already coated in pitch-black Armament Haki.
Boom!
Both men were sent flying by the thunderous impact.
Trebol was frail to begin with. The collision nearly blacked out his vision and almost knocked him unconscious.
"Mucus... hurry!"
As they flew backward, Trebol desperately activated his Devil Fruit ability.
Thick, transparent fluid gushed from his palms, instantly wrapping them both in a massive gelatinous sphere.
Splat!
The mucus ball slammed into the city wall behind them, splashing up a wave of gel more than ten meters high.
It was an undignified sight, but it had at least cushioned the deadly impact.
"Damn it..."
Doflamingo gritted his teeth.
The boots on his feet were embroidered with elaborate golden patterns, and the rings on his fingers gleamed coldly in the dim light-these oddly styled pieces of equipment, temporarily materialized by Jora, barely helped him withstand the bull-headed monster's sudden surge in strength.
But only barely.
Jora's items would