Fonias's head leaned forward as he held his broken helmet on the side where it stayed intact, blood dripping from a mouth that looked like it lacked lips or rather, had them wrinkled to the point of irrelevancy
Fonias. Age: 95 years old. He had been a part of the CPA for as long as he could remember. Everyone knew him. Everyone had that memory of seeing him for the first time. Even Hugo when he was a fresh employee starting his career in CPA-7 in the Psyop and Interrogation division.
He was the Top Assassin for Decades. It was all because of that suit of his.
He was an agent of CPA since he was a teenager, 19 he entered into the service of the Beauro, an undercover sleeper agent, and then during a mission gone wrong where he was brutally injured. His body dehydrated and shriveled, emaciated. Totally muscular atrophy had set in during his fight from a Devil Fruit user.
Typically the World Government would've replaced him. But He'd become an Icon at that point. And they knew he could continue to be of use, and it just so happened that by that point a particular scientist by the name of Tehertz had come under their employment.
They were able to keep him stable just long enough for old machines that Terhertz had used on his home island for the Clockwork Automatons. His shriveled body was put into the metal sarcophagus, practically trapping him inside
From there, his heart now manually controlled, he joined CPA 9. And for Years he was their top assassin. He wasn't the strongest, or the fastest, or the smartest. But he followed plans to the letter. And got them done quick.
Through those years the suit that he had at one point viewed as nothing but a mockery to the person he once was, showed him just how strong he really was. The suit was strong, its parts more durable than durasteel,finely precisioned. Despite looking no more durable than a porcelain sculpture. But it all relied on his body below being strong enough to properly utilize it and the Six Powers along with Heavenly Body.
Because his body, even while being atrophied, shriveled and emaciated, still held strength that the muscles he once had would usually hold. Like it had been transferred to be sourced from that of will power than musculature.
It's a fact that if you were once muscular and athletic and lose the ability, if you work for it, it'll come back quicker than before. Literal muscle memory.
And his muscles remembered well
This allowed his body to return to what it once was, almost a century ago. On command
Leroy watched as his body began to grow, gears and mechanisms inside growing to accommodate as he forced his muscles to begin growing, reaching that strength that he had been tested on, why he was ranked where he was. "Wachstum…"
He straightened his back, his body no longer abnormally lanky and thin, but now filled out into a lean athletic build. As he leaned, his back continued to stretch only to land in a perfect bridge arch! Hand touching the ground while he kicked up and flipped!
"Let me tell you another part of The Powers of Six, and The Body From Heaven. Chokkan, The Ability to lose all fear, and allows the body to dodge nearly on command as long as their brain can process-"
Leroy sprinted forward! Dashing at an Incredible speed! "Shot!"
Fonias Reeled backward! Dodging out of the way, continuing to speak "It"
Fonias planted his Foot into Leroys guard, having aimed for his stomach, but the Captain had balled himself to block, regardless he was sent soaring up into the air! Arms flinging out to catch himself! Gripping into the concrete and pulling himself back to the roof with a mighty crater
"Tenkari." Fonias began, as he raised a metal finger, looking like porcelain and gears like the rest of his body was. But colored black with white. "Soru! Shigan!"
Fonias thrust his finger, 'shooting' the Captain with his Finger Pistol a hundred times in a fraction of a second! "GRAH!"
Leroy screamed in pain, he had been blocking but it felt like it had pierced, his nerves on fire! "Tenkari taught me all the part of the body filled with pressure points, bundles of nerves that when hit would send your brain in a frenzy of pain. Pain that I find…."
"Quite enjoyable!" The Pain was slowing him down! A fist shot out that was easily dodged in a strange twist of his torso almost as if Fonias too was made of rubber.
But there was one thing Fonias hadn't accounted for
If it's ever just pain. Falcon D. Leroy won't ever stop.
"Spread Shot!" He threw a dozen punches at Fonias! Few Landing, but it was enough to send him reeling backwards, skidding to a stop! "This whole fight is pointless!" He launched back towards him! "Kutsumuchi!"
The Technique to allow himself, even if one lacked the will power, to suppress all pain one felt, giving them a feeling of second wind. Fonias breathed heavily, but- Leroy did not.
"I don't care!" Leroy caught the hands of Fonias! Avoiding the reemerged blades! And twisting his arms harshly downward! Machinery cracking while he reeled his head backwards! Stretching it a foot back and slamming it into the helmet! Shattering it and sending him skidding backward yet again to his side of the ring! "Club Mace!"
His face was now on full display, shriveled and scarred. Like a mummy. Eyes wide, with no eyelids. Mouth in a permanent sneer. Voice now clear, but struggled to properly enunciate "It doesn't matter how much you try, you won't pass me." Fonias huffed as he stretched to stand tall, blocking Leroys path
"Huff…Huff." Leroy began to pant. Trying to catch his breath. "Seems so. At this pace. We're practically evenly matched. I'll just have to kick it up a gear."
"Phew…" He relaxed, dropping his guard and stretched his body, making himself limber, cracking his neck, and clasping his hands behind his back, stretching his arms out, only to move into a wide leg stance, stretching his legs then returning to the wide squat, hands on his knees.
'What is he doing…'
With a Hard push, like he was flexing his muscle, pushing down on his knees. Blood began to course through his veins, his heart pounding not faster, but harder. Beyond just mere flexing, he was forcing his heart and blood to pump at a tremendous thunder! Thum Thum! Thum Thum!
Like weights exerting his muscles and forcing blood through his body, his skin began to take on a reddish, pink color. Flush with blood. As his body began to begin to Perspire. The heat unable to be quenched like a red hot iron into a pool of water. And just like the metal, steam began to flow from his body in a huge loose cloud.
"Gear…Second…"