136 Missing agent! (1/2)
Garp groaned as he nursed his wounds, they had been beaten back. The impromptu alliance between emperors had put a massive amount of stress upon his sole ship, and with the sudden removal of a strong Vice Admiral the situation had only worsened.
So, here he was. Leading his ship in a hasty retreat as he worked double time throwing out more cannon balls then half the cannons on board.
The magma man had been beaten into submission, with the sweet commanders double teaming him he had been no chance. So here he was, sulking in the corner as he sent waves of flaming magma tumbling over the fragile ice that Kuzan conjured up.
Speaking of Kuzan, he had been the most unaffected by the situation. Uncaring of the massive loss of life on board the ship, and even more indifferent to the fact that a colleague of his had just been vanished into thin air.
He stood there silently in the spot that Garp had commanded him to oversee, a lazy look in his eyes and a clear lack of expression on his face. Though a solitary trickle of sweat ran down his forehead, there was no other sign of the exhaustion that he was no doubt feeling.
The atmosphere on the ship was somber, not many on the crew could believe that they had been beaten back, they had Garp the Fist on their ship after all! But Garp was getting old, and even in his prime, he would find it difficult to take on two massive powerhouses like Big Mom and Kaido let alone now.
However much he did not wish to accept it, he was getting old. He was burning out at a faster rate than his overly passive friend Tsuru. It would only be a matter of time before he would be forced to retire, if not because of his inability to contribute to the navy any longer then because of the worry his superior/ close friend had for him.
He was Sengoku's right hand man, like Sengoku had been for Kong. The only difference being, that he would not succeed anyone.
”Captain Roman.. Set course for Marineford, we have failed. The artillery we have on board is a pathetic amount, it shall be pointless to even consider remaining within the battle with one whole aspect of our ship crippled like this..
We've lost a high ranking officer with next to no chance of having him return to help the battle. And even if he somehow did manage to work his way back in any reasonable way, a single ship against an entire armada is a stupid idea.” Garp groaned as he massaged his forehead.
”Aye sir!” the said captain called out as he made his way into the control room. He would report to headquarters.
”Vice Admiral!” a second captain called out, walking out of the control room he glanced hurriedly to the high ranking officer.
”Speak soldier.” Garp acknowledged as he let fly another projectile.
As if two warring emperors wasn't enough to give the marines an issue, they had a third and potentially infuriated emperor in the walkway to conflict. Of the three emperors Whitebeard was the least receptive to navy presence, and any sign of the marines would be a sign of war to the old geezer!
The Marines could not afford to war with the old and strong emperor, at least not now, when their supplies had just been massively impacted by their actions on Ohara.