Sentomaru stood like an immovable pillar at the center of the chaos, his massive frame draped in the distinctive garb of a sumo wrestler. His enormous axe, rested across his broad shoulders with deceptive casualness. Despite the weapon's tremendous weight, he handled it as if it were made of paper. His dark eyes swept the battlefield as he barked commands.
Gairam stood defiant against this mechanical tide, his enormous two-faced hammer planted firmly on the deck beside him. Most men would struggle to even lift such a monstrosity, but Gairam wielded it with the casual ease of someone swinging a walking stick.
But it was not his physical power alone that made him dangerous. With a gesture that seemed almost casual, he activated the power of the Kyubu Kyubu no Mi. The very atmosphere began to condense into perfect geometric shapes, cubes of varying sizes that floated around him.
"Cube Wall: Fortress Formation!" Gairam's voice rumbled with confidence as he thrust his free hand forward. The floating cubes responded instantly to his telekinetic command, arranging themselves into an interlocking barrier that gleamed like crystallized air. Each cube hummed with contained pressure, the atmosphere within compressed to dangerous levels.
The first laser volley came like a symphony of destruction. Four beams of concentrated light, each capable of vaporizing steel, struck Gairam's cubic barrier simultaneously. The impact lit up the hold like a miniature sun, shadows dancing wildly as raw energy met compressed matter.
The cubes absorbed the punishment, their crystalline surfaces glowing white-hot but holding firm against the onslaught.
"Impressive," Sentomaru acknowledged grudgingly, his experienced eye recognizing true defensive capability when he saw it. "But let's see how long those tricks hold up!"
Meanwhile, Nightin moved like a ghost through the chaos, her lithe form barely visible through the chemical haze she had summoned. Once known throughout the world as the "Goddess of Kanpo Kenpo," she had earned that title through mastery of an art that blended healing and harm in equal measure.
Glass vials filled with substances that glowed with unnatural colors flew through the air like deadly butterflies. Each one contained years of alchemical knowledge distilled into liquid form, some would burn through steel, others would induce paralysis with a single breath, and still others would enhance her own capabilities beyond human limits.
The smoke that billowed around her was not mere concealment but a weapon in itself, each tendril laced with compounds that would disorient and weaken her enemies.
"Poison Cloud: Serpent's Embrace!" she called out, her voice melodious despite the deadly intent behind her words. The chemical fog thickened and began to move with purpose, forming coiling shapes that reached toward the nearest Pacifista like grasping fingers. Where the smoke touched the cyborg's synthetic skin, it began to hiss and bubble, the advanced materials struggling against compounds designed to break down organic matter.
But the Pacifistas were not so easily deterred. Their targeting systems, unaffected by toxins that would cripple living beings, pierced through the chemical haze with mechanical precision. Red dots of laser light danced across Nightin's position as the cyborgs calculated trajectories and probable escape routes. Their expressionless faces turned toward her with the certainty of hunting machines.
The first Pacifista's palm opened. Energy coalesced into a sphere of pure annihilation as it prepared to fire. The beam that emerged was not the thin lance of a normal laser but a torrent of condensed light that carved through the air.
Nightin's enhanced reflexes, sharpened by chemical augmentation, allowed her to twist aside at the last possible moment. The laser beam carved a molten furrow through the deck where she had been standing, the superheated metal glowing like a brand in the darkness. But even as she evaded one attack, three more Pacifistas were already adjusting their aim, their minds calculating her next move with precision.
"Dance of the Toxic Rose!" Nightin's movements became a blur of deadly grace as she tossed a handful of crystalline powder into the air. The particles caught the light from the laser beams, creating a momentary constellation of glittering death before dispersing throughout the hold.
A vial of emerald liquid shattered against the nearest cyborg's chest, the contents eating through its protective coating like acid through paper.
Yet even as smoke rose from the wound, the Pacifista showed no sign of pain or hesitation. Its targeting system locked onto Nightin's position, and another devastating beam lanced through the air. This time, she was not quite fast enough, the edge of the laser caught her shoulder, spinning her around and sending her crashing into a stack of supply crates.
"Your chemical tricks won't work on machines, witch!" Sentomaru called out with satisfaction. "Pacifistas don't breathe, don't bleed, and don't feel fear!"
As if to emphasize his point, the damaged Pacifista straightened up. Sparks flew from the wound, but the cyborg's combat effectiveness remained undiminished. It raised its palm again, preparing another devastating blast.
Gairam's response was swift and brutal. His enormous hammer swept through the air in a horizontal arc that would have pulverized a normal opponent, but the Pacifista's enhanced reflexes allowed it to lean backward just enough to avoid decapitation. The weapon passed inches from its face, close enough to ruffle the artificial hair on its scalp.
"Cube Compression: Atmosphere Bomb!" Gairam roared, his free hand clenching into a fist. One of his floating cubes suddenly compressed further, the air within reaching critical pressure levels. He hurled it telekinetically at the nearest Pacifista, the cube trailing distorted air.
The impact was devastating. The cube struck the cyborg's torso and immediately detonated, releasing all of its compressed atmosphere in a single, catastrophic explosion. The Pacifista was hurled backward, its heavy frame crashing through wooden crates and supply barrels like a cannonball. Smoke rose from its chest where the explosion had blackened its synthetic skin.
"Damage assessment: Minimal," the Pacifista announced in its emotionless voice as it rose to its feet. "Combat effectiveness: Unchanged. Resuming offensive operations."
Sentomaru's grin was savage as he witnessed his machines' resilience. "That's what happens when you face the Science Division! These aren't your average Marines, they're the ultimate weapons!"
The battle intensified as all four Pacifistas began firing in coordinated volleys. Beams of destruction crisscrossed the hold like a deadly light show, each one capable of punching through the ship's hull. Gairam's cube barriers reformed as quickly as they were destroyed, but the constant bombardment was taking its toll. Cracks appeared in his crystalline defenses, and sweat beaded on his massive brow as he struggled to maintain his concentration.
"Cube Storm: Hail of Destruction!" he bellowed, converting dozens of wooden crates into geometric projectiles. The cubes flew through the air with telekinetic fury, each one striking with the force of a cannon ball. But the Pacifistas' enhanced durability allowed them to weather the assault, their heavy frames absorbing impacts that would have crushed normal humans.
It was then that Sentomaru decided to enter the fray personally. His massive axe, coated in Armament Haki until it gleamed black, swept through one of Gairam's cube barriers as if it were made of paper. The compressed air within detonated harmlessly against his enhanced defenses as he charged forward with the unstoppable momentum of an avalanche.
"Enough games!" he roared, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "Time to show you what real power looks like!"
Gairam barely had time to bring his enormous hammer up in a defensive position before Sentomaru's axe crashed into it with earth-shaking force. The impact sent shockwaves through both weapons, but it was Gairam who gave ground, his feet sliding across the deck despite his incredible strength.
"Your gimmicks are useless against someone who's trained with the best!" Sentomaru growled, pressing his attack. His axe came around in a devastating horizontal sweep that Gairam barely managed to duck, the weapon passing close enough to trim his hair.
Desperate, Gairam attempted to convert Sentomaru himself into a cube, his devil fruit power reaching out to transform the Marine captain into a manageable geometric shape. But Sentomaru's Haki proved too strong, his will too focused to be overcome by such tactics.
"You think your devil fruit can affect me?" Sentomaru laughed harshly. "I've trained with people who make you look like an amateur!"
His axe came down in an overhead chop that Gairam tried to block with a hastily formed cube barrier. The compressed air might have stopped a laser beam, but against Haki-enhanced steel wielded by superhuman strength, it crumbled like glass. The axe continued its descent, slamming into Gairam's hammer with enough force to drive him to his knees.
Meanwhile, the Pacifistas had not been idle. Their coordinated assault on Nightin had finally borne fruit, cornering her in a section of the hold where her chemical clouds offered little protection. Laser beams carved through the air around her, each near-miss singing her clothes and filling the air with the acrid scent of burned fabric.
"Tiger's Fury!" she cried out in desperation, downing a vial of bright red liquid that immediately set her veins on fire. Her muscles swelled with artificial strength while her reflexes sharpened to inhuman levels. She became a blur of motion, dodging between laser beams with feline grace.
But the Pacifistas were learning from each exchange, their mechanical minds cataloging her movement patterns and predicting her next escape route. When she leaped to avoid a low beam, another Pacifista was already waiting with its palm charged and ready.
The explosion that followed lit up the entire hold, the concentrated energy beam striking a support beam just inches from Nightin's position. The wooden pillar exploded in a shower of splinters and flames, the shockwave throwing her off balance and sending her tumbling across the deck.
Sentomaru saw his opportunity and moved with surprising speed for such a large man. His massive hand shot out, fingers closing around Nightin's wrists like iron shackles. Despite her chemical enhancements, she found herself unable to break free from his superhuman grip.
"Game over, witch," he growled, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph.
Nightin struggled desperately, trying to reach for another vial with her teeth, but Sentomaru's grip was too secure. Her enhanced strength meant nothing against him.
Seeing this, Gairam gathered every floating cube around him into a single, massive projectile, a geometric meteor that pulsed with compressed atmosphere. But his desperate gambit was exactly what Sentomaru had been waiting for.
His axe swept through the air in a perfect arc, his Haki-enhanced blade meeting the cube projectile head-on. The compressed air within detonated like a bomb, but Sentomaru's superior willpower and defense allowed him to power through the explosion. His weapon continued its path, shattering the cube into harmless fragments that scattered across the deck.
With their leader's ultimate attack neutralized, the four Pacifistas closed in on Gairam. Their targeting systems painted him with dozens of red dots as they prepared to deliver a coordinated bombardment that would end the battle once and for all.
Gairam looked around at the hopeless situation, his ally captured, his defenses shattered, and four of the World Government's ultimate weapons bearing down on him with expressionless determination. His enormous hammer felt heavy in his hands for the first time in years, and he could feel the weight of inevitable defeat pressing down on his shoulders.
"I... I surrender," he said quietly, his voice barely audible above the hum of charging weapons. The words tasted like ashes in his mouth, but he was not fool enough to throw his life away in a gesture of meaningless defiance.
Sentomaru straightened up, his breathing only slightly elevated despite the intensity of the battle. His axe rested once again across his shoulders as he surveyed the defeated pirates with professional satisfaction.
"Secured," he reported into his den den mushi, his voice carrying the calm authority of someone who had never doubted the outcome. "Two high-value targets in custody. Pacifista units operational and ready for next assignment."