Vane stomped across the ground, approaching the destroyed building as the smoke began to dissipate through the cobblestone street. "Alright Azar! Come on out! Lets get this over with quickly."
Vane held that sneering grin on his face the whole way "You know, I gotta say. I honestly didn't think this plan was gonna work. I had my doubts that such a wild and out there plot as relying on you chasing after my associates would cause you to be right on the island I wanted you on."
"Honestly far better than going on a limb and sending a bunch of birds or people out to find you and decide on a meeting spot." Black Beard stroked his beard.
A rumble came from nearby, Vane snapping to the side to see Azar engulfing his arms in flames and unleashing a torrent of spiked flames! "Flame Lance!" The flames were a dazzling emerald green and blue like the flame of copper sulfate and boric acid, Vane quickly raised his arm to block the lances, the fire piercing through the man's forearm, Black Beard's teeth gritting from the pain. "Grr!"
Vane stumbled backwards, grinding his feet into the he steadied himself as something came from his forearm that was unseen that absorbed and dissipated the flames away, Azar talking in the meantime "So you planned this? All of it?! Just to meet me? For what!"
"Well–" Vane raised his brow and tiled his head. "Not all of it. Drumvolc? I had different priorities. The rumors of a monster and fantastic doctor intrigued me. But they never gave me what I wanted. I heard you were seen there, and that was when I knew exactly what I had to do."
"And what exactly is that?" Azar said, eyes suspiciously shifting from each of the Black Beard pirates, they surrounded him in a half circle a few meters away. But he wanted answers
"Oh, I'm not gonna spoil the surprise! Zeha! You'll see soon enough…" Vane got low into a half crouch, arms out at his side with his palms faced and clawed like he was bracing for a tackle
Azar took his own stance, lurching forward slightly with his open loose palms near his chest. A stance taught to him by none other than his grandfather, Falcon D. Jack.
With a flinch the two were off! Leaping forward to each other before colliding in a tremendous impact! Grappling with one another as the wind from the impact caused the other pirates to skid backwards or be thrown away entirely only to catch and brace themselves a further distance away.
A momentary struggle ensued before Azar was released from the grasp where he ignited his fist and slammed it in a close hook into the lower ribs of the man, Vane retaliating with a harsh uppercut, staggering Azar before he shot back with a quick flurry of fire! "Dragon Knuckle!" His fists took on the shape of dragons heads with horns and sharp teeth, Vane lurched forward blocking his abdomen then launching his knee up Knocking his guard!
They had moved through the street and were now facing the Horizon, the small dot of the city in the center just barely peeking over the horizon, Vane cocked back a hardened fist a wicked and wild smile across his face launching forward!
The speed of the fist was immense, and once it made contact it resounded with an immense explosion of air that whipped around the environment, cratering the ground before Launching the 180lb man soaring through the air!
In a superhuman fight, the only way to not be launched around by the immense force of each other, is by grounding and bracing their feet like a boxer would
In the literal blink of an eye, Azar zipped across the air and crossed the 4 miles to the horizon and reached the city! Tall skyscrapers that were thin and made of concrete and metal, The Fire Brand slammed through them in an explosion of dust and debris, only very few remained in the city after the evacuation at the sighting of two powerful pirates.
It was another 4 skyscrapers before Azar came skidding and skipping across the ground to a stop, scuff marks and straps on his body, blood trickling from his scalp and into his eyes.
"I think that was a good warm up, don't you think?" Azars face grimaced deeper as Vane walked through the dust and rubble of the debris, the concrete beginning to lift from the ground and be launched around in the presence of vane. 'That Devil Fruit…' Azar knew exactly what was going on with what his eyes saw
Vane broke through the dust, and as he did his hands were pitch solid black. Only the shape and outline of his fist visible as strange tendrils, they were like water flowing, fire flickering, smoke moving and curling as well as what seemed like solid tendrils of black all mixed together doing so in unison and out of rhythm.
'He wasn't even…Trying? Just how much stronger has this guy got since he left! We used to be on a similar level…' Azar stumbled to his feet while he rolled and cracked his neck.
Vane looked over his hand in great admiration to his Devil Fruit power. Slime like black connecting and quickly snapping apart as he rolled his fingers and splayed them out.
"The Yami Yami no Mi…Said to be the most Devilish and Nefarious of all. The Literal Darkest Fruit one could possess. But who's to say what a thing is…A thing is just that. It's how you use it that defines it."
"But I guess it's not too far off." Vanes eyes shifted back to Azar with a thin grin "Since it's exactly what I intend to use it for."