East Blue Battle

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, but I do own Draconian.

"Are you sure about this Draconian?" Diana's hands were on Draconian's shoulders, forcing him to look at her while she talked.

They were both down at the docks along with a few other people who Draconian had made buddies with. It had been a few days since Draconian's ship had got fixed, normally he would have left immediately, but he didn't want to seem rude so he stayed awhile with his mother. Right now they were both standing at the bottom of the ramp leading up to the ship, Draconian had a sack slung on his back full of supplies and food for storage.

"As sure as the day that I first went out in search for him." His mother opened her mouth to speak again only to be cut off by Draconian. "And don't try to dissuade me, we both know that no matter what you say I'm still going to be searching."

"But..." Seeing the determination in his eyes, though, Diana had to admit to herself that she wouldn't be able to do anything, and with a sigh let go of his shoulders. "All right, at least be careful."

As she bent in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, Draconian wrapped his arms around her for a big hug. "I always am."

They stood there for a few seconds until finally Draconian let go and started to walk up the ramp.

Diana's hands were clutching at each other in worry, and even though she knew it wouldn't do anything, she just had to shout out after him. "Please don't, Draconian, how do you even know that he won't kill you?"

Draconian stopped and, letting out a sigh, answered. "I know because he's my father, and no matter how much he may not like me or think down on me, and no matter how many people he's killed in the past, I'm his son, and he's not the kind of man that would kill family."

"How would you know, you've never met him."

"I know because even though I hate him so much I don't want to kill him, that's not the kind of person I am, and that's not the kind of person he is, I can sense it." Once more he continued up the ramp towards his ship.

"But... I heard that he'd completely destroyed Don Krieg's whole battalion, just for fun, who knows what he's going to do to you?"

Draconian stopped again and looked over his shoulder, humor playing on his mouth. "You shouldn't be worried about that, like he told people he was just having fun, I'd probably do the same thing, I mean Don Krieg isn't as big as you think, trust me."

And with that he boarded his ship, disconnected the ramp from the side of the ship, and started to set sail so that he could continue the search to find Hawkeye Mihawk.

It had been about eight months since Draconian had first set sail in search of his father, and of course in search of some good fights, and right now he was heading into town so that he could fill up on supplies and see if he could get anything on his ship fixed. The town that he was heading at looked just like any other he had visited, except on the west side of it was a large cliff of pure rock that blocked the town's view in the direction, or at least that's how it looked to Draconian.

The first thing that he noticed once he set in town was that there wasn't any other ships docked, which wasn't really that intriguing of a thing, considering some town don't get any ships at all, but it was still something to note. Another odd thing he noticed was that there was barely anybody about, it would have looked abandoned had there not been some people getting food, but those people seemed in a rush and extremely nervous.

His curiosity was blown almost through the roof when he saw the expressions on peoples faces when they saw his hip pulling in. At first they seemed hopeful, but that had quickly turned to a deep worry, but thankfully when he had got off the ship the people seemed relieved and continued their odd behavior.

Well, Draconian wanted answers. He didn't know why he did, he just did, and when he wanted answers, he got answers, and they came in the form of a man with graying hair running towards him. Well, it looked like he was coming towards him at first, but judging from his angle Draconian could see that he was just running past, so he tried to flag him down. "Excuse me, but do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

Instead of slowing down the man seemed to speed up, obviously trying to get by Draconian as fast as he can, eliciting Draconian to whisper under his breath. "Oh, so that's how you want to play, huh?"

As the man got closer and closer, always gaining speed, Draconian just stood still, waiting until, finally, he crossed Draconian's path.

Draconian's hand shot out, roughly grabbing the man's arm and shoving him back to the ground. He then bent down and laid his hand on the guy's chest, making sure he didn't get back up. "Sorry about that, but I wanted to make sure that you didn't go anywhere, now hopefully you'll learn to answer a person when they talk to you."

The man's breathing became rapid in panic, his eyes bulged. "What do you want, please don't hurt me I didn't do anything."

"Whoa, whoa, hold it, I'm not trying to hurt anyone, I just wanted to know why everyone's acting so weird."

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I thought you might be one of them."

"One of whom?"

"I'll tell you if you let me up." The guy tugged slightly at Draconian's arm, which didn't really help that much as Draconian quickly let go, finally letting him up.

"So, what's up with this place?"

The guy started talking while he dusted himself off. "Okay, a few days ago we all saw this very small vessel, like a rowboat, carrying a lot of people off to the side of docks, they didn't land here but somewhere past the cliff. We sent a few people to search and see what it was." He took a big gulp and continued. "The people who had landed were Don Krieg and his crew, and right now he doesn't seem to have a ship so we're all nervous that he might attack the town once he realizes it's there. I was afraid of you because there were reports of one of the guys heading off from the main group and setting out on his own, and I thought you were him coming back."

Draconian didn't seem to notice the last part, he was staring off in space towards where the cliff was as soon as the guy had mentioned Krieg. Finally remembering the guy was still there he snapped out of place. "Oh, sorry, mind wandered off there for a while, it's fine that you thought I was that guy. Um, do you know how to get to Krieg?"

"Yeah, but I don't see why you'd want to go there, this is Krieg we're talking about."

"Yeah, I know, I'm just going to go take him off your hands." The guy's mouth had just dropped, putting a perplexed look on Draconian's face. "What?"

"Didn't you hear me, are you getting the names confused or something, I said that's Don Krieg, ruler of the East Blue Sea."

"If he was the real ruler of the East Blue Sea then he would have been easily able to beat my father in a fight, but what I heard was that he got his whole battalion destroyed."

"Your father?" A perplexed look now crossed over the guy's face, until of course he finally noticed Draconian's eyes. He didn't even speak, his eyes just widened almost as far as his mouth hung open.

"Besides, I've always thought that Krieg's titles were stupid, I mean any pirate that's known by others these days can kick any navy man's ass, show me one who can't. Now, can I please have those directions."

"Okay." The man's voice seemed dreamy, as if his mind wasn't even on what he was saying, which it wasn't. "There's a narrow ledge right in front of the cliff, you should be able to just walk on it. After a while it comes into a kind of hollow in the cliff, it looks like someone had blown a hole in it, except the ground's too flat, it should be easy to get to."

"Thanks." With that, Draconian started walking off towards the cliff, leaving the stunned man behind.

As he was walking towards the spot where Krieg was supposed to be, Draconian couldn't help but notice everyone he walked near either shrink away from him or just plain run. He couldn't blame them, they obviously thought the same thing about him as the guy earlier, except was probably boosted from the fact that he was walking towards where Krieg was situated.

The directions from the man held true about the ledge. As soon as Draconian had gotten where the cliff met the water he had spotted a ledge sticking right out of it. It was at the same level as the street he was on and was just as flat, so it only stuck up a little above the water, just enough so that it was dry. It stuck out only a couple of feet, so Draconian had to put his back against the cliff face so as not to fall, which for him would really suck due to you-know-what.

After a while of walking along the ledge, Draconian began to hear voices. So far they were pretty faint, so he couldn't hear them, but they were close, so he decided to turn his head in the direction he was heading to see if he could spot the place that the guy had mentioned so that the pirates only saw him when he wanted them to see him.

Finally, after a few more minutes of moving along the ledge, Draconian was able to make out the voices.

"How is it that we got in this predicament?"

"Will you stop saying that!"

"I was only saying..."

"That's the point, you were talking." This voice was gruff, and definitely seemed like it thought it was better than the other person, so Draconian could guess that it was either just a higher ranked pirate, either in real life or mind, or that this was Krieg.

"If I was to guess I'd say that this was Gin's fault."

"You stop talking about Gin, if I hadn't thrown him out of here..."

"You didn't throw Gin out, he left."

"You shut up or I'll throw you into the sea!" The only thing that Draconian heard after this remark was odd clicking sounds and then the voice of the other pirate.

"Uh... yes captain, I mean admiral." The last part was hastily put in.

A new voice cut in. "You wanna know who's really to blame?"

"Who, that Straw Hat kid?"

"Straw Hat kid?" Draconian mouthed in confusion.

"No, no, it was that damn Mihawk."

This was greeted to a round of muttered yeahs, then joined in by who Draconian could only think was Krieg. "If it wasn't for that pirate destroying our fleet, we wouldn't of had to go through all that hunger and hardships trying to get a new ship."

Draconian had stopped moving as soon as the one guy even said Mihawk, and was now listening. At this moment he was just a foot or so away from the opening, and he couldn't see the pirates, which only meant they couldn't see him.

"Next time that I lay eyes on Mihawk I'm going to beat him so bad he'd wish that he hadn't even heard of the name Krieg!" This was greeted by a small shout of "yeah."

A small chuckle came out of Draconian's mouth as he heard this, his mind racing at the idea of what would really happen if Krieg fought his father.

"I'll make him pay for destroying all of our ships!" This was greeted by an even louder shout of "yeah."

Draconian suddenly had an idea and lowered his bandana slightly, just so that it slightly covered the top of his eyes. He then lowered his head a little, adjusting his bandana to his needs, and making it so that he could pretty easily see in front of him, but making it so that people wouldn't be able to see they shape of his eyes.

Through his ministrations, Krieg had still been shouting about his revenge. "Do not take me lightly, Mihawk, for I am Admiral Don Krieg, ruler of the East Blue Sea!"

A roar erupted from the other pirates at the same exact instant that Draconian, head still slightly bent, stepped out from his hiding place. "Admiral, ruler of the East Blue Sea, how did you manage to get those titles, especially since you got your ass handed to you by Hawkeye Mihawk."

Stares greeted him from all the pirates, who were at the back of the clearing, which was about as big as two times the area of a ship's deck. The ground, which was made out of pure rock, was just as flat and smooth as if someone paved the whole thing, and like the ledge it was just above the water.

Don Krieg's hair was a light blue, in the shape of an army buzz except it was longer, especially the sideburns which outlined the side of his square, rough face. On his forehead was draped a kind of tape, the kind a person would wrap around a bicep, that went all around the top part of his head like Draconian's own bandana. He was definitely a big figure, although it was hard to say if that was from his own body or the armor. The piece for his chest and abdominal area fit extremely well, if anything the two areas were right up against each other with no space, as the six-pack and chest of Krieg were crafted into the thing. On his shoulders were these two rounded disks with rims covered in white fur. The insignia was that of a regular skull and crossbones, except the skull face wasn't that round but long, and there was hourglasses on both sides of the thing. The rest of his armor, on the legs and arms, fit just as well as the one on his chest and abs, except they didn't show any muscle. The last thing on him was a big, dark grey cape rimmed in the same white fur as was the things on his shoulders.

"And who are you?"

"My name's Draconian, I'd ask if you've heard of me, but I highly doubt that since you've probably been too busy getting your ass whooped to ask around." He laid his left hand on the hilt of his katana, making it seem casual but also having it just in reach in case he needed it really fast.

Krieg put his hands down, which had earlier been raised in retribution. "So, Draconian, what brings you to my little abode?"

"A little bit of this, a little bit of that, but mostly just to kick your ass like Mihawk kicked your whole crew's."

"Tsk, I have no time for people like you, right now I'm trying to figure out the best way to take over the nearby town."

"Oh really," Draconian acted interested, "from what I heard, it sounded like you were just ranting on about how 'next time I meet Mihawk I'll kill him' or whatever. And just so you know, that's never going to happen."

Krieg chuckled. "You know, it's only been a couple of seconds and already you're starting to annoy me. Pearl, do you mind teaching this punk a lesson?"

"Gladly. What's up, bro?"

Draconian instantly ducked out of instinct, an odd clanging sound sounded from where his head just was. Draconian spun his body around and whipped out the katana, slashing the unknown attacker only to hear a clang as his sword struck metal.

He instantly jumped back so as to get out of attacking range, all the while staring at this odd looking person named Pearl.

The guy's body was huge, but as far as Draconian could tell it wasn't from muscle, and probably not fat, it was just big and thick, but that was the only thing that was big. The arms and legs were the same length and width of a regular person's arms, or they were thinner, it was hard to tell when it was in contrast with the guy's body. His head was of course like a regular person's, and was not in proportion to his big body. Now, add this information to the fact that he had a thick, giant shield on either side of that big thing called a body and he looked like an overgrown turtle. The shield was, like said before, pretty thick and made out of metal, it kind of looked like a sewer grating, except that it had black markings all around it, some other decorations carved into it, and there was a giant pearl stuck in it's center. But it wasn't just the main body that had these things, there were also smaller ones on his hands, elbows, knees, and one on top of his head, and each one was slightly bigger than his hand.

"What is it, bro," to Draconian, the surfer accent sounded extremely stupid, "surprised that I snuck up on you?"

Draconian didn't say anything as he switched his katana from is left hand to his right.

"Well, if you're not going to talk, I might as well introduce myself. I am Pearl, also known as the Iron Wall, and it looks like I'm going to have to teach you some lessons in manors." With that he flipped the shields on his hands from the back to the front and ran forward, arm drawn back.

Draconian raised his eyebrow in skeptics, although no one could see it due to his drawn down bandana, and easily tilted his head to the right to dodge the punch. Another punch came in, forcing him to duck, then roll to the side as another punch came in for his shoulder. After completing the roll, Draconian automatically stood up on Pearl's left and smashed him in the side of the face using the pommel on his sword.

Pearl swung his fist as he turned, only to hit empty air as Draconian easily jumped over the arm. Once in the air Draconian spun around and thrust his foot back, smashing it straight into Pearl's face, causing him to stagger a little bit back.

Draconian landed in a crouch, quickly turning around as soon as he stood back up. As he stared upon Pearl he noticed the blood splattered on his face, leading him to guess that he'd broken Pearl's nose with the kick.

Pearl's hand slowly reached towards his face, feeling his nose and wiping off a bit of blood to inspect with his finger. "Dude, you broke my nose, that was totally uncalled for, now I'm mad."

With an odd shout Pearl started to beat the shields on his hands together, prompting a groan from Krieg. "Great, he's doing it again."

The beating of the shields got slightly faster. "Almost there, almost there... yes!"

Every single shield, including the two big one's on the front and back of Pearl, was instantly covered in a blue fire, which automatically made Draconian smirk as he muttered under his breath. "Now this is going to be interesting."

"Hey, it's not polite to whisper when I'm about to beat you senseless, it looks like I'll have to teach you not to mess with me when I'm like this. Fire Pearls!"

Seven balls of blue flame shot themselves at Draconian, who's smirk only grew bigger as the orbs got near. Casually he raised his katana above his head and slashed down, making the fire on the orbs extinguish as seven blackened pearls fell from the air and started to roll around the ground. A low chuckle escaped Draconian's lips as he saw the confused look on Pearl's face. "You're not the only person that can play with fire."

As soon as he said it the blade on his katana erupted in flames, making everyone's eyes widen. "That's right, I've eaten cursed fruit, and it looks like you're in for a world of hurt."

Draconian rushed towards Pearl, who launched another barrage of his Fire Pearls. Instead of putting them out, Draconian just continued on as the pearls bounced off him, the flames causing no harm whatsoever. As soon as he got near Pearl he jumped, dodging Pearl's arms as the smashed the shields together like he did to charge the flames before.

Once he was over the arms Draconian thrust his sword down so that the point hit the ground and supported his weight. His right foot came up and smacked Pearl under the chin, lighting itself on fire now that it was stretched over Draconian's head.

"Dragon Meteor!"

The foot came down and smashed into Pearl's face, the impact actually knocking Pearl down where he stood and causing even more blood to flow from his nose.

Draconian took his katana out of the ground as soon as he landed, staring down at the figure of Pearl trying to get up while wailing in pain. After a good while Pearl actually managed to get up, all the while rubbing his face with his hand, and with a shout he lunged forward, thrusting his shield-covered right hand in another punch.

This time, instead of just dodging, Draconian grabbed the arm as he spun to the right, twisting it as he moved to Pearl's back and turning the attack into a hammer lock, causing Pearl to wail in more pain as he pushed the arm up.

"What's wrong, Pearl, does it hurt? Then I guess I should be kind and end your pain." With that he quickly let go of Pearl's arm and grabbed his shoulder, slightly twisting him around as he swung himself in the air. As he turned his body completely around, flame-covered right foot drawn back, Draconian raised his head to look into Pearl's eyes.

For Pearl, time seemed to slow as he saw Draconian's eyes, making the features on his face turn first into shock and almost immediately pure horror. "Mi-"

"Dragon Sledgehammer!"

His right foot whipped forward and slammed Pearl in the face before he could even finish the name, the force of the blow, combined with Pearl's shock and the damage from the earlier blows to the head, automatically knocked him out and sent him crashing to the ground, hitting it a few seconds before Draconian even landed, the fire on his foot now extinguished.

Draconian sighed and started to walk towards Krieg. "Pathetic, why don't you face me yourself, Krieg. Unless of course you're too scared."

Krieg chuckled. "So you beat Pearl in a fight, that's no reason for me to be frightened of some kid like you, even if you did eat cursed fruit."

"True, that's no real reason for you to be scared. But knowing you, this is." And with that, Draconian lifted his bandana up to it's original position and raised his head so that he could stare into Krieg's eyes.

The face on every single pirate was the exact same as was on Pearl when he saw the eyes, at first they were all shocked, which quickly switched to horror. All of them did that except Krieg, who's eyes narrowed in hatred as a growl escaped his clenched teeth. "Mihawk."

"My name," Draconian continued, "is Draconian Mihawk, son of Hawkeye, and it's about time that I beat your ass, don't you think?" His left hand came up and grabbed the handle of his scimitar, sliding it out and holding both swords out to the sides in an invitation to battle.

Another growl escaped Krieg's lips. "If that's what you want, boy."

Two guns suddenly appeared in Krieg's hands the same instant that the two giant disks on his shoulders and two other mechanisms on his side opened up to reveal what looked like small turrets on the shoulders and sides. Maniacal laughter escaped Krieg's lips as every single thing on him fire, creating a barrage of projectiles.

As soon as Krieg had even gotten his guns out, however, Draconian had whipped his scimitar forward and begun spinning it at a blurring speed as fire erupted along the length of the blade.

"Dragon Whirlwind!"

Sparks flew as the barrage of bullets continuously hit the spinning scimitar, and soon smoke had covered the area so that no one could see what was happening to either person.

It lasted about a minute but finally Krieg stopped firing, his shoulder plates lowering as he put his guns away. A grin was stretched across his face as he imagined what would be of the young Mihawk, probably lying dead and full of bullet holes. His thoughts were soon wiped out, however, as the smoke fully cleared to reveal Draconian standing just as he was before, flaming scimitar still spinning.

"Is that the best you have Krieg?" The scimitar was brought to a halt and lowered down to his side opposite the flaming katana.

Krieg's face screwed up in rage, a low growl escaped from his lips, slowly gaining until it turned into a shout. "You want my best, I'll show you my best!"

His hand reached up and literally tore off the disk on his left shoulder and held onto something on the underside of it with his left hand as he pointed it at Draconian like a gun. "I'll kill you, Mihawk! Let's see how you dodge poison!"

Every one of the pirates scrambled around in panic, searching through their things, and one by one each of them pulled out a gas mask and slipped it on. The teeth on the skull carving opened up to reveal a hole, or to be more precise, a barrel. Krieg's rage seemed to have calmed down enough so that he was radiating his kind of calm anger. As he slipped on a gas mask a deep chuckle rose from his lips. "Time to die."

A small explosion erupted from the barrel of the new weapon as a big bullet erupted from it. Draconian tried to dodge, but found out the bullet wasn't aimed for him as it hit the ground in front of where he was standing. Another explosion occurred, this one big, as a huge amount of gas, by Draconian's reckoning poison, escaped into the air.

The cloud of poison was just as thick as the smoke from the guns earlier, so for a long while people couldn't see a thing. Underneath his mask, a grin had appeared on Krieg's face, this time it was definite that the Mihawk kid would die, no one without a mask could escape the cloud, and he was as far away from the edge of water so that he couldn't stick his head in it.

For a second time that day the smoke cleared, and for the second time that day Draconian was standing in the middle of it without a scratch on him. His whole body was covered in thick flames from head to foot, with a big gathering around his head. There was also a circle of fire around him, the flames, which were at over six feet when the smoke was clearing, was now dieing down to small embers.

As soon as every trace of gas had cleared, the flames covering Draconian's body went out, except of course for the ones on his swords, and he sank to his hands and knees as he took big lungfuls of unpoisoned air in his body.

Slowly Krieg removed his mask, mouth hanging open as he stared unbelievably at the kid kneeling before him. "How?"

Through his deep breaths, Draconian was able to slightly lift his head as a grin appeared on his face. "Using my powers... I was able... to cover myself in fire... and completely burn... any hint of gas that got near me... I also did some burning on a... subatomic level... just to make sure... the bad thing is... it didn't leave me that much air."

With one last, deep breath, Draconian got back up and raised his swords once more. "Now where were we?"

Fury etched every corner of Krieg's face once more as he vented out all of his anger. "Why won't you die!"

"Krieg, Krieg, you should know by now how hard it is to get rid of a Mihawk, especially since in your last encounter with one your whole battalion was destroyed."

Another shout of rage erupted from Krieg's lips as he raised his left arm once more to fire. This time there was a long packet of shells hanging from it's side, feeding the gun with a big supply of bullets as the automated fire continually sent long, green and yellow striped projectiles towards Draconian.

"Shit" was all that went through Draconian's head as he back flipped, rolled, cart wheeled, and even flipped off walls just to get away from the odd looking bullets. So far he had only gotten grazes against clothing and hair, but sooner or later there was a good chance that one of these would hit him, so there was only one thing that he could do, destroy the source.

Draconian rolled away from yet another close call with the bullets and stood up, only to automatically do back flips as another barrage went straight towards him. A good number of them missed, but some of them just grazed his vest when he would bend backwards for the flip. There was also a few that got a little too close to his face for his reckoning, so he started to pick up even more speed with the back flips by blasting fire out of his feet to move his legs faster when flipping. Soon, though, he started to lose room for maneuvering as he got close to a wall of rock. To the other pirates this looked like it would be the time he got hit, but to Draconian it was just what he needed.

Draconian did one more flip, this time launching himself in the air as he did so and pressing his feet against the wall. He then pushed off, fire blasting from the ends of his feet as he did so, and shot straight towards Krieg. Once more he brought the flaming scimitar up in front of him and spun it to block all the shots that would hit him. With the help of the fire blasting from his feet, Draconian was able to get to Krieg in only a matter of seconds, finally giving him the chance to take out the gun.

Draconian stopped the scimitar spinning and brought swung it back, at the same time slashing out with the katana, aiming for where the gun was. All he heard was a thud as the katana hit Krieg's cape, which he had drawn in front of him to protect from the attack, and was now revealed to be covered in spikes, which was the thing that stopped the katana.

Krieg burst out laughing as he flung the cape back to give him a clear shot of Draconian. Draconian's mind was still focused, however, as he swung the scimitar back in towards the exposed gun even as the first shots fired.

"Dragon Sweep!"

The scimitar went right through the gun, cutting through the middle and lopping off a whole half of it, disabling and destroying it so that it couldn't be used. This victory was ill won, however, as Draconian could feel two thuds hitting his chest, and all that he now knew was that he was falling down.

The shock that he got from being hit by the bullets completely blew off his sense of balance, making it so that he couldn't catch himself when he fell. He hit the ground on his back, and to him it seemed like he had just fallen from a cliff top.

As he hit, Draconian started to breath faster, he looked up into the sky, thinking of what this all meant. It must have been the shock, because he didn't really feel that much pain near where he got hit. He could hear Krieg's laughter at finally hitting him, and Draconian realized that he might just die, considering that he got hit in the chest by two bullets. As this went through his head, he started to look down at his chest, as a lot of people do, he guessed, when they get something shoved through them.

The shock that he had gotten originally was quickly replaced by curiosity as he stared upon something that he definitely wasn't expecting when looking at the chest. There wasn't blood, there wasn't any holes, there wasn't anything even sticking in him, but instead the end of the long bullets were spread out and it looked like they were sticking on him, and he suddenly realized he wasn't painless because of shock, but because these things didn't hurt him, they didn't even penetrate the skin.

"What, you just realized what's happened to you? These are my poison suction cups, and even though the don't kill you when staying on for a short time, they still pack some wallop you stupid kid."

That's when the anger hit him, he'd been so stupid, all along he thought he got hit with regular bullets, and now he finally finds out that they're just some stupid suction cups. Of course, the term stupid quickly left his mind as a burning sensation started up in his chest where the odd suction cups were, obviously a result of the poison.

Draconian let go of his swords and grabbed onto the cups, ripping them off of his skin, which even if it didn't stop the burning, which would probably slowly subside over time, had made it so that he wouldn't be seriously poisoned. All the while, starting as soon as he looked down at the suction cups, Krieg had turned around and walked towards the crowd of pirates.

With annoyance stretched over his face, Draconian finally picked himself up, grabbing his swords as he did so and turning to face Krieg, or to be more precise his back.

"What's wrong Krieg, had enough, afraid that if you pursue you'll wind up dead at the hands of a Mihawk, much like your battalion had in the Grand Line?"

"Hold your horses, Mihawk, I'm just getting something." Krieg turned around and started walking back towards Draconian. In his hands he was holding black chains, and trailing behind him, connected to the chains, was a giant black ball covered in spikes, it was almost as big as Krieg himself.

Krieg brought up the chains and started to spin the ball by his side at a blurring speed, causing Draconian to put up his swords in defense, even though they won't really do him any good against that thing. After a few seconds Krieg stopped spinning and swung the ball towards Draconian, who rolled to the right t0o dodge as the ball smashed the ground where he was just standing.

Krieg pulled the chain to the left, sending the ball swinging to where Draconian was now situated. The ball barely missed, however, as Draconian jumped forward to dodge. Once the ball passed him, Draconian continued running forward, heading right towards Krieg. Both swords slashed out at Krieg, only to be deflected as Krieg once again pulled his spike-covered cape in front of him.

Krieg pulled on the chain once more, making the ball sail towards the two before Draconian could get another chance to try and get past the cape with his swords. The fire that erupted from his feet helped Draconian to dodge the ball once more as he jumped to the side. He immediately had to roll out of the way again as the ball came smashing down where he was standing.

This went on for a while, Krieg swinging the ball as Draconian would jump or roll out of the way, sometimes narrowly. Then when he had an opening Draconian would run in and try to slash at Krieg, only to have his attacks deflected by the cape. And before he could do it again, Krieg would pull the ball back so that Draconian would have to move, otherwise risk getting skewered and squashed. This was getting really annoying for Draconian, as well as for Krieg, but Draconian was the only one of the two who decided to try something different to stop it all.

Once more the ball shot towards Draconian, and once more it was easily dodged, but this time he made sure that he was far away so Krieg had no choice but to pull it back so that he would be able to properly use it. And as soon as Krieg started to jerk on the chain, Draconian jumped up on the side of the ball that faced Krieg, slipping the swords back into their sheaths and making sure to place himself so he didn't get poked by a spike.

The ball went sailing towards Krieg as it usually did, except this time it had a hitchhiker on it. Draconian pushed off as soon as the ball was close enough, flipping in the air a he was launched over Krieg's head. Once he was behind Krieg, Draconian thrust his hands out and launched a blast of fire towards the cape, drawing a line of flames across the top.

Krieg jerked from the sudden heat and tried to put out the fire with his hands, only succeeding to ripping the cape off as the flames destroyed the fabric connecting the cape Krieg's shoulder. As soon as it fell off Draconian shot more flames on it, igniting the whole thing in seconds.

"Looks like you've lost your cape." With that, Draconian leapt forward, pulling out his swords once more and slashing at the now cape-less Krieg.

Krieg let go of the chains and raised his right arm up to point at Draconian. A hidden panel on the wrist opened up and sent out a net, which engulfed the close Draconian and sent him flying backwards.

"Do you really think that pathetic cape was my only defense, Mihawk? Oh, and I wouldn't expect you to get out of that net by force, it's made out of metal." Krieg brought the chain over his head and started to swing the ball around. "And now, to end this."

Draconian stuck two of his fingers out of one of the holes and pointed it towards the swinging ball. Fire erupted along the length of his arm and traveled to his hand, releasing itself through his fingers and shooting through the air to engulf the ball. Once he was sure that the whole ball was engulfed, Draconian controlled the fire and had it travel down the length of the chain, covering it in a matter of seconds.

With a shout, Krieg let go of the chain, making the ball fly to the side and land on the ground. Once it hit, the flames on it turned white for a few seconds, then disappeared. While shooting an angry glance towards Draconian, Krieg went to pick up the chain once more.

From his vantage point in the net, Draconian yelled out to Krieg. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you, the metal's extremely hot, and it's going to stay that way for a long time."

Krieg sneered at the captured son of Mihawk. "Don't try to trick me, Mihawk, I'm the master of deceit."

"All right, but don't say I didn't warn you, now how to get out of this cage? Ah, I've got it."

As Krieg walked over to the chain, Draconian covered his whole body in fire, spreading the flames to encompass every part of the net. The flames started to turn white hot, and the metal seemed to be melting slowly, but that wasn't Draconian's plan.

As soon as Krieg touched the metal he pulled his hand back, shaking it fiercely from the sting. He shot another dirty glance at Draconian, only to witness Draconian's odd escape.

Almost as soon as the metal started to melt, the fire had extinguished. Not only that, but Draconian gripped the net and literally sucked every single ounce of heat out of it, gathering the heat energy in his arms. The metal was now freezing cold and was starting to crack. Finally, Draconian shot out all of the heat he had gathered up in one quick burst, blasting a big section of the net to pieces.

As he walked out, he heard Krieg yelling in anger over near the chain. "How! How did you get out of my net!"

"A little science. Whenever you heat glass to a high degrees and then pour water quickly on it it breaks, I figured the same thing might happen with metal so I heated it up to a little over the temperature of the chain that you touched and then instantly took all the heat away. The dramatic switch to temperatures broke the metal and I was able to get out."

A scream of pure fury erupted from Krieg's throat. "That's it, it's time that I teach you a lesson!"

Draconian smirked. "Weren't you going to already teach me a lesson?"

Krieg ripped off the other disk on his shoulder, holding it out in front of him as a long staff shot out of it's bottom and a triangle of metal shot out of it's top. "It's time for me to reveal my battle spear!"

"Tsk, about time we did some hand-to-hand combat, I was getting sick of all those damn projectiles." Draconian brought his swords up in a fighting stance. "It's about time that I show my real skills as a fighter."

Draconian rushed towards the waiting Krieg, who swept the spear to the right, which Draconian easily ducked. The spear came in low from Draconian's left, prompting him to easily jump over it. Once more the spear came in, and since he was in the air Draconian swept both of his swords to the side to block.

An explosion rent the air where the spear had hit the swords, sending Draconian hurtling far to the side to land on the hard rock. Krieg, however, wasn't harmed in the least by the blast.

Draconian shakily got back up, bringing his swords to bear as he stared at the odd weapon. "What the hell...?"

Laughter escaped Krieg's lips as he shouldered the spear. "That's the power of my battle spear, whenever it hits something it creates an explosion."

Draconian's hands tightened on the handles of his swords as he muttered under his breath. "Great, just great. Well, I should have expected something like this."

Again Draconian rushed towards Krieg, this time vaulting completely over him when the spear came in from the side. Once over Krieg, Draconian slashed his swords down on top of his shoulders, he then spun a little in the air, slashing at the back of his shoulders as he did so, and thrust his feet out to hit Krieg right between the shoulder blades, pushing Krieg forward a little and launching Draconian back into a flip to finally land once more on his feet.

Krieg turned around, laughing. He didn't even have a scratch on him. "Is that the best you can do, Mihawk?"

Draconian grit his teeth and rushed forward, almost immediately skidding to a halt and rolling to the right as Krieg raised his spear and sent it crashing down. The explosion from this had a spread pretty wide frontal radius, or at least the smoke did, and Draconian was barely able to get out of it's way. As soon as he stood up he had to jump back as Krieg stepped through the smoke and thrust the spear tip down in the direction of Draconian.

Once in the air, Draconian wasn't able to see Krieg, due to the thick smoke from the explosion, so he wasn't really prepared when the head of the spear thrust out of the smoke and stabbed towards him. All he was able to do was swing the swords in front of him to block, but the spear still hit, and the explosion was just as strong as the others.

The force of it sent Draconian flying back to slam into a nearby rock wall, to fall back down and land on his knees. He got up a little shakily, but otherwise okay.

He wasn't able to take a break, however, as Krieg rushed towards him and stabbed with the spear. Draconian ducked into a crouch and leapt forward before the spear hit the wall, creating another explosion and putting a small crater in it's side. He attacked Krieg with a frenzy, blades repeatedly hitting the armored chest and abs of Krieg, he even sent a few blasts of fire, none of which did anything to him.

Krieg shoved the spear point down, trying to hit Draconian's back but missing once more as he rolled away. Well, he didn't miss completely, as Draconian wasn't able to get out of the way as quick as usual and got hit with a smaller amount of the explosion. This only sent him staggering to the side, which he was obviously able to quickly recover from as he jumped over a sweep from Krieg, kicking him in the chest as he did it and sending himself back more with an added flip.

Krieg rushed forward, once again sweeping from side to side with his spear. Draconian ducked once more, this time turning around as he did to go into a crouch.

"Dragon Kick!"

His right foot caught on fire and thrust out, hitting Krieg's abdomen and making him bend over slightly with a proclaimed "oof." Draconian looked behind him to inspect what his foot had done, only to inspect Krieg's spear as it came down and smashed into his body.

This time the explosion sent him hurtling to about three-quarters across the rock clearing. Of all the previous explosions this one had hurt the most, as was evident from the fact that at the moment he could only sit on his hands and knees. It was true that blocking with his swords didn't really do much to lesson the blow, but at least they did something, before he could get up, but now that he had been hit head on the other explosions didn't really seem that big of deals, although that could just be the damage of all the collective blows, you can never tell sometimes.

But this blow wasn't in vain, or at least he hoped not, because when Draconian had look back to see what his kick had done, he had noticed a tiny crack in Krieg's armor. It was very small, barely noticeable, the only reason that Draconian had saw it was the fact that he was in a kind of panic, and usually when you're in a panic you either overdo things and screw yourself over or are able to notice small things that may help you. Thankfully, Draconian had gotten the second one. And even though it was a very small crack, insubstantial to most, it was still something to Draconian, and he was sure to exploit it.

Krieg hoisted the spear up so that it rested on his shoulders and started to walk towards the kneeling Draconian, a low chuckle on his lips. "Not so tough now are you, 'son of Mihawk.' As far as I can tell you're just as weak as that stupid fool, even with your cursed powers. You know, I was hoping for a good fight, one that would be a challenge, but all you've given me is annoyance at your tricky ways. Well, it ends here." Krieg stood behind the kneeling Draconian and raised his spear up, point down and ready for thrusting. "Goodbye, son of Hawkeye."

"Dragon Thrust!"

Draconian clenched is fist around the handle of his katana and reversed the grip, stabbing out with it behind him to hit Krieg's armor before he could even lower the spear. A blast of fire accompanied the sword thrust as it was stabbed right into the small crack.

The force of the thrust had Krieg bent over like before, when he got hit with the kick. A cracking noise could be heard as cracks started to grow from the spot where Draconian's katana had hit the crack, but Draconian wasn't paying attention to this, he didn't care. As soon as he saw Krieg bend over he took the katana out and stabbed it on the ground, using it as leverage to hoist himself up.

"Dragon Flip!"

As soon as he was up Draconian used the leverage from the katana to flip completely around, his right foot extended and covered in fire. Usually this move would be used to smack someone under the chin, but in this scenario when the foot came back down from the top of the flip it smashed the back of Krieg's head, forcing him to the ground.

Draconian got back up and turned around to look upon the form of Krieg rising up from his position on the ground. The face on the young Mihawk was full of fury over what Krieg had said to him, and he was definitely going to take a lot of it out on the now armor-less Krieg.

As soon as Krieg had gotten up he swung the spear again towards Draconian, who instead of dodging moved his swords to block. He laid the scimitar out horizontally in front of him and turned the katana upside down, not reversing his grip however, to go vertically in front of him, crouching down when he was finished.

"Dragon Cross-Defense."

Another explosion rent the area where the spear had hit, but instead of being sent flying Draconian had just skidded back, keeping his original position. He leapt forward towards Krieg.

"Holy Dragon Cross Slash!"

The katana slashed up at the same instant as Draconian spun around, bringing the scimitar and slashing across. Both of these had hit Krieg and carved a cross mark on his chest. Draconian immediately jumped back as soon as he was done as the spear came in once more to try and strike him.

As soon as he was back Draconian raised up his katana and brought it back down, sending out a blast of fire from it's tip that headed straight towards Krieg. As the fire got close, Krieg placed the spear into his left arm and raised his right, revealing the same slot that had earlier held the net, but now a small barrel came out and blasted fire right back at the flames headed towards him. It didn't provide much defense as he'd hoped, however, as flames crept in from the sides and struck his defenseless chest and abdomen.

Suddenly, Draconian appeared in the flames right in front of Krieg with his right hand drawn back.

"Dragon Fist!"

Fire in the shape of two dragons twisted around his fist as he launched it towards Krieg, landing a hit on his chest and sending him stumbling back.

The flames died down and Draconian slid his katana from back out of his sheath. He then raised his swords to his sides and crouched down.

"Dragon Tornado!"

He leapt forward and started spinning his body, because he launched himself while in a crouched position his body was at a slant, therefore making it so that the funnel of fire that erupted from the spinning blades blasted towards Krieg and hit him head on. That wasn't his only problem, though, as Draconian's body met up with Krieg's and the spinning swords started to continually slice his chest.

After a while the spinning finally stopped, but that didn't mean Draconian didn't let up. As soon as he landed Draconian stabbed both of his swords down and flipped like he did earlier.

"Tic-Tac-Dragonfire!"

His foot clipped Krieg's chin, and as he went over the top of the flip he let the pressure off of his swords. They both snapped up, following the direction he had gone, and made two vertical slashes on Krieg's body. Once Draconian had finished the flip, he quickly slashed both swords sideways so that they left two horizontal cuts along Krieg's body, now making it so that when they added with the vertical cuts they looked like a tic-tac-toe board.

Shaking off the cuts, Krieg brought his sear back up and started to swing it down towards Draconian.

"Dragon Wings!"

His swords were already crossed over his chest as a result of the horizontal slashes, so now the fire covering them increased as he slashed the spear, lopping it off at the top of the staff, right below the disk with the insignia, before it could even come all the way down.

Draconian jumped up and hooked his foot underneath the rim of the disk, with it he kicked out at Krieg, hitting him with the disk and causing an explosion which sent Krieg hurtling back like Draconian had done so many times before.

With the disk tossed to the side, Draconian landed. "It's time that I finish this fight."

He swung both of his swords so that the katana's back was resting on his left shoulder and his scimitar's was rested on his right, his arms were crossed in front of his chest. The fire covering them grew, encompassing both of his arms, growing bigger on the blades and erupting behind him like wings. He then leapt forward and started to run towards Krieg, who was now shakily standing up.

"Dragon Cross-Fire!"

He brought both of the blades slashing down, unleashing a giant blast of fire as he did so, which sent Krieg flying across the expanse of rock to slam into the wall on the far side. There was a big X cut into him, the edges of the wound were really charred, and both lines went diagonally through the tic-tac-toe like cuts on his body.

With some deep breaths, Draconian calmed himself back down and slipped the scimitar back into his sheath, remarking at the prone body of Krieg. "You know what they always say, Krieg. X always wins."

He was just about to move away when he heard a groan from where Krieg was and spotted him moving, although very slowly.

"I guess I'll have to put an exclamation point on the whole thing." He muttered as he ran towards where Krieg was leaning against the wall. When he was about three-fourths of the way there, Draconian plunged the katana into the ground and vaulted off of it, flying feet first towards Krieg.

"Dragon Comet!"

The ends of the feet lit on fire as he slammed them right into Krieg's chest, the force actually shoving him even deeper into the rock wall. Small and medium sized stones fell from the cracks made above Krieg, a few of the hitting his body but doing no real harm, which didn't really mater as he was now knocked cold.

Draconian grabbed his katana and slipped it into his sheath, turning to the crowd of pirates. "Here's what will happen, I'm going to convince the town to lend you a small boat, which you'll use to get out of here. If you don't like this idea, then I'll give the navy a call, see what they think, and if I even hear a whisper that you came back here, I'll hunt you down and finish off every single one of you, is this clear."

Mumbled replies of "yes" greeted this new idea.

"Good." And with that, he turned around and started to walk towards own.

Draconian once again gazed out at the sea as he stood just above the dragon head carved into the front of his ship, the flame on it burned even brighter than it had before he came into his home town. He was once again off to search for his father, and this time he knew he'd find him quickly, this time he would be able to actually confront him instead of wandering about the sea hoping he'd have good luck. This time, he'll be able to face him in a fight and show the world how good he'd gotten without his father to be there.

Whoo, long chapter, my longest ever, I believe. So was that a great ending to the fight or what, I would have to say it was my best work for this story. Oh, and sorry if it seemed to lag, and sorry if you didn't like the Pearl battle, I was just trying to set up a certain mood with it. One last apology, I'm sorry if I made a mistake in some people's descriptions. Oh, I won't be able to get the next chapter up as soon as I did this one, since after this I'm going to be working on the next chapter for the story I'm writing with my friend, Anters. Now, on to reviews, but before I start responding, there's an issue I need to address. For some odd reason, there hasn't been a single reviewer that has reviewed my story more than once, which means that for each chapter I get a different batch of reviewers, except of course for Hutchy, thanks man. This really makes me sad, in a way, because this means that the people who reviewed only chapter one have either stopped reading my story or decided from now on not to review, but what's worse is the people that review for later chapters, like chapter three. This means that they have read the earlier chapters, which are good lengths each of them, and decided not to review then but later, thinking it's not a big deal. Well it is to me, because when I review a person I review every one of their chapters, and I would like it if other people did that, unless of course I have like ten chapters and you review every three or so, then it's not so bad, but that's not the situation right now, is it? So please, review for each chapter, tell me what you think so that I can improve my writing. Okay, now I'll get to my replies.

Hutchy: Thanks for reviewing for each chapter, but I was hoping that in this review there'd be more, something kind of conversation like, not just a question. I'm just saying, it'd be nice. As an answer to your question, Mihawk does not know that he has a son, but there's a chance he might in the next chapter. Hint, hint.

Dollar1: There seems a few things to answer, but I feel like starting at the end, with your question about why he didn't destroy the fruit. Ever since Shanks had told him about them, Draconian had wanted one, and he definitely wasn't going to pass up his chance on getting one. And to tell you the truth, those moves that he used were his original moves that he'd practiced, he just boosted their power with the flames, so technically he was using his own strength, plus a few others. You know, I never really thought of him as like Zoro, but hey, to you he might be, but you might be on to the Kung-Fu stuff, I've always loved watching it and I guess that's where I get my sword fighting inspiration. Sorry you don't like the fight scenes, but it'll be hard to improve, hopefully I do over time, because when I've improved sp much from my other stories it's hard to improve as fast, I guess you'll have to deal with the fights like they are. Okay, now with the Buggy, do you mean the fight was 8-10 pages, or just the flashback, because you might be right with the flashback, but definitely wrong with the fight, unless you're talking about a good sized font. And sorry I didn't do him with that much injuries, but it's hard to change these fights when I've been thinking of them for a good number of months, hopefully this fight had more struggle for you. Besides, the earlier fights weren't supposed to be meant as that much of a struggle anyway. Finally, I hope your eyes aren't too tired right now, I wouldn't be surprised if they were though.

Story Dragon: All I can really say is thanks for the review, there's not much else to say in respond to a review like yours, especially since all your reviews are about the same. I'm sure you loved this chapter, am I right?

Well, that's it for responding, I got nothing else to do, so I guess I'll send you off with my favorite ender. Read and Review.