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// Dragon Vs. Demon! The Long Awaited Bullet Vs. Quill! 
// Story: The Displaced Tournament of Power 
// by Uncle Iroh 
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“Eh?”

They both managed to say at the same time, Quill stood across from Bullet, having encountered each other at the border – if you could say that – of the lava and the wasteland portion of the ruined arena. The two of them were merely looking at each other, wondering if either of them were going to make a move, but when they didn’t, they just stood in awkward silence.

“So…” Quill spoke up awkwardly, scratching his cheek. “Wanna just… I don't know… punch each other?”

“Sure, I guess,” Bullet held his neck and popped the joints in there, “Why are you running about out here? I thought you were in hiding or some crap like that.”

“Oh, no. I was actually making sure your buddy Arkham wasn't being tossed out of the arena.” Quill then paused for a moment. “I also may or may not have turned him into a Dragon Slayer.” The Time Dragon Slayer then chuckled a bit.

“That’s temporary, right?” Bullet raised a brow.

“God, I wish it was.” Quill responded with zero hesitation.

“...What kind of Dragon Slayer? Water? Fire? Earth and Lava like Thanos?” Bullet asked, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side.

“Oh, you’d think that but no, that'd be too easy and straightforward.” Quill sighed, shaking his head as he put his draconic arm on his hip. “Time, actually. Your buddy's now a Time Dragon Slayer. Likely won't be all too powerful right now, but you never know.”

“Time Dragon Slayer magic?” Once again, Bullet couldn’t help but raise a brow, “What does he do, eat clocks and shit now? Could he speed up time around his fist to make it punch faster, and even the roar too, what would the roar be? Just yell at them and make things old or young, fast or slow,” He shook his head, “Too confusing for me, but nice complex hax ability dipshit.” He grinned, “Check this out.”

Clenching his fists, he gave a wide grin as he flared his Conqueror’s Haki and sent a wave of willpower towards Quill. Quill was essentially absorbed into his aura, in that aura, he saw Bullet take upon demonic features. His hair turned pitch black, his skin turned purple, and every single part of his eyes were a glowing crimson red. The only thing that remained the same was his wide, battle hungry, and excitable grin. The ground beneath Quill started to shake, it started to groan and moan under the weight of Bullet’s pressure. So much that the strongest material in Dragon Ball began to shatter to pieces. When Bullet finally stopped, Quill was surrounded by the broken surroundings.

“Kahahaha!” Laughed Bullet, “What about that, punk?”

Quill was silent, wide eyed and awestruck for a few seconds, before he closed his eyes and began to chuckle. His chuckle continued for a moment before breaking out into a cackling cry of laughter.

“Hahahaha!” The Dragon Slayer laughed, “Wow! That was really something. You have a lot of willpower, and I can just tell that you're itching to use it. But fine… then let me show you what I got.”

Quill sighed before the markings on his body began to glow navy blue. Suddenly, as he flexed his magical aura, Bullet was swallowed up by a shrill feeling of magical pressure. It was very strange, as if time itself had come to life, filling everything with dread as it inched ever nearer to absolute erasure. The ground shook once more as it splintered and weathered itself, meanwhile, Quill had begun to seemingly take on more draconic features. His eyes glowing a brilliant blue, the visage of two monstrous wings tore from the Dragon Slayer's cloak as scales seemingly crawled over his body, covering Quill in even more draconic markings. Bullet then noticed that even the lava and magma that was nearby began to rapidly cool and the heat extinguished itself, cooling and forming into a black obsidian. Upon dropping the magical pressure, Bullet could still see the particles of the Temporal Dragon Slayer's etherious mana present in the air.

“Kind of similar to Conqueror’s Haki, isn’t it?” Bullet mused, his smile dropping for a moment before it came back with vigor, “I’ll just have to show you which is the superior of the two! Soru!” Despite the hulking mass of muscle, he seemed to just vanish in Quill’s eyes, when he blinked, he found that the Heir of Umbra was right in front of him. “LARIAT!” Coating his right arm with non-advancement Armament Haki, he slammed it into Quill’s body and chucked through floating katchin debris, pulverizing the katchin. Bullet grinned as he saw his opponent get sent far and remained still for Quill to come back.

Suddenly, the magic particles around Bullet began to blink and shimmer strangely. Then he heard Quill’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “Time Dragon’s Causality: Detonation.” Then Bullet noticed the particles were bubbling and suddenly, with a brilliant cascade of light, hundreds of explosions chained together, consuming Bullet in magical flame and power.

Quill, then slammed back into the ground in front of the explosions, smiling from ear to ear. “Oh this is gonna be fun.~” He hummed.

From the dust marched out Bullet with a grin permanently stuck on his face, “Hell yeah it is! Kamisori!” Within a flash, Bullet was once more gone, but instead, Quill could see the impact he was having on the air, like he was jumping on nothing. “Soru: Tekkai Dama!” Bullet spun around like a beyblade and slammed his body right into Quill’s chest and sent him back, before he could spin some more, he stopped spinning by stomping on the ground. Bullet then lunged at Quill to deliver a, “PUNCH!” He yelled as he went to punch at Quill only for him to duck under it and deliver a kick to his chin.

“Time Dragon's Distortion!” Quill roared as he kicked Bullet’s chin, the air and space of reality warping around Quill’s foot and leg. The impact and force Bullet felt upon receiving the blow was immense, as if something akin to fifty trains just rammed into his jaw, sending him flying into the air.

“Time Dragon's Quake!” Quill leapt into the sky and punched the air towards Bullet, causing a massive blast of pressure to jettison the Haki user back into the ground with a massive impact.

Almost as fast as he was knocked down, maybe even faster, Bullet was right back in Quill’s face. “PUNCH!” He yelled and slammed his fist into Quill’s gut, “SLEDGEHAMMER!” He slammed his hands together over his head and smashed them down on top of Quill’s skull, sending the Dragon Slayer crashing into the ground like a sack of potatoes. Flipping over, Bullet dove down towards Quill and crossed his arms, “CROSS-ARM DIVE!” He crushed Quill beneath him with his weight and squashed him against the ground before flipping over him and taking a bow.

Getting up, Quill spat out some rocks that had got in his mouth and looked at Bullet with a grin. “Time Dragon's Geyser!” He raised his arm and the ground beneath Bullet glowed with golden energy, before it swiftly exploded into a pillar of light.

Getting back onto his feet, Quill then formed a dozen small balls of magic around him as he pointed in the direction of Bullet. “Time Dragon's Flare!” Suddenly, with a flash, all of the balls of magic sped towards Quill's opponent like missiles, striking him dead on with explosive impacts. Each hit generated an even bigger detonation.

Bullet groaned as the dust cleared again, revealing that his shirt had been reduced to ashes revealing his bare body and musculature. “Why does everyone that I fight tear off my shirt?” He turned to Quill, “Are you gay?” Before he could answer, Bullet sprinted towards him, “Punch!” Like he said, he threw a punch and socked Quill across the face, “Step!” He stepped outside of his feet, “Punch!” He threw a hook to Quill’s head that he avoided. Bullet kept on calling his attacks, “Punch! Kick! Punch, punch, punch! Kick! Elbow! Punch again! Punch the sequel, Punch the trilogy!” All of the attacks were being avoided until Bullet stomped on Quill’s foot, Bullet just grinned, “...Jugon.” If you blinked you would have missed the sickest punch that Bullet has landed on Quill thus far, the punch was so fast, so powerful, it knocked him to the ground and sent him rolling a decent ways away.

Groaning as he got up a second time, Quill huffed some more dirt out of his mouth. “Ow.” He then spoke up, yelling so that Bullet could hear him. “And to answer your questions, in order; I don't know, I just got used to fighting without a shirt. And not exactly, I'm Bi but you're not my type! Plus I'm already in a relationship!”

“Thank God,” Bullet let out a sigh of relief, “Well, that settles that, I guess.” He then paused, “...So, do you want to know why I’m calling out every attack I’m throwing at you?”

“I'm guessing either A, you're holding back. B, because I keep calling my attacks. Or C, some other convoluted reason.” Quill guessed.

Bullet grinned, “It’s because I know you’ll get hit by them.”

Quill paused for a moment, his bangs shadowing his eyes. “Goddammit, I can't not respect you and your black air force energy.” He mumbled with a sigh before shrugging. “Anywho…” He then punched the air beside him and smiled. “Time Dragon’s Phantasm.” Quill’s arm then glowed and his markings shone bright.

Suddenly, Bullet felt several massive impacts on his back. As if in slow motion, Bullet turned his head and noticed a multitude of ghostly arms had just slammed right into his spine. The impact of these attacks sent him flying towards Quill, who reeled his draconic arm back and smiled widely. “Time Dragon’s Quake!” The Dragon Slayer roared, sinking his fist into Bullet’s chest, causing Bullet’s bones to vibrate and quake painfully before sending the Haki user back several meters with great force.

Bullet slammed into a plateau, finding himself embedded into it. He slowly let out a peaceful sigh, “...Yup,” He turned to Fujitora and Ganondorf who were watching from the stands, they all nodded, “...Guess I gotta beat his ass now.” His arms turned jet black and were accompanied by a purple aura.

He is using Ryuo now.

With a grunt, he went away from the wall and began his walk, “Seimei Kikan: Kami-e Bushin,” Bullet shrunk down to a small and slimmer form, taking the height of someone who’s 6’11. Quill could see Bullet become slimmer in the distance before… He couldn’t see him at all. But he felt his attack, he felt two feet slam into his chest, or rather, through his chest. Quill felt the meat in his body, his lungs, his heart roar in agony. Instinctively from the brutal attack, Quill couldn’t help but wheeze before a powerful sweeping blow was dealt to his gut, he slammed his fist into his body so fast and so hard, Bullet’s fist could be seen though Quill’s back without piercing his body. Bullet pulled his fist out of Quill’s body and performed a hook kick to Quill’s jaw that sent him crashing through several pieces of katchin. Bullet stood and went back to his bulky form, “Seimei Kikan: Kaijo.”

Quill coughed with pain. “Oh, motherfucker that hurts like a bitch.” He grit his teeth as he stood back up, wiping a bit of blood from his lip. “Dammit.” He growled, smile dropping as he increased his magical output. “Let’s do this.” And with that, he launched towards Bullet.

“Time Dragon’s Paradox!” And as Quill punched Bullet, the phantoms of multiple different versions of Quill appeared, punching Bullet in different places all over his body, all with increasingly powerful impacts until the real Quill socked Bullet in the jaw. The Dragon Slayer then twisted his body and with a non-magical kick, sent Bullet to the ground.

“Dude, you’ve got some mean attacks.” Quill huffed, rubbing the spot where Bullet punched him hard enough to indent his back.

Bullet flipped to his feet and performed a headbutt fueled with Ryuo Haki, bypassing through his defenses and wracking the Dragon Slayer’s brain. For a split moment, Quill had his eyes split apart before Bullet opened his arms apart and smashed Quill’s head by crushing it between his fists. That combination, sent Quill to fold over onto the ground, “Shit, I forgot to call out my attacks. Oh, well, not that I could say it before my attacks could hit.”

Ganondorf saw Quill fold from the stands and put a hand over his mouth, struggling to hold back a laugh, “He got folded like an omelet!”

Zeref, who was beside Ganondorf, cringed back with a pained smile on his face as he chuckled. “Oof, yeah. Jeez, I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that attack combo.”

Quill as he was on the ground, groaned with annoyance, though… his voice sounded deeper and more scratchy. “Augh, motherfucker that hurt like shit. Gods above, damn it all.” Quill with a new voice complained before looking at his non draconic hand. “Oh fucking hell. That last attack scrambled us and put me in the driver’s seat.” He huffed.

Bullet put a finger on Quill’s chest, “Hey,” he said, bringing attention to him. As he looked up from his hands to look at Bullet, he saw his smile. Bullet swiftly performed a one-inch-punch that knocked the wind out of him and forced him to one knee, “You say I’m not your type but you’re on your knees an awful lot around me, KAHAHAHA!” He raised his foot high, “BUJAOGEN!” He crashed his foot down upon Quill’s head. A shockwave traveled down his body and the internal destruction carried with it as well, forcing every single part of his body to feel the effects of his blow all at once. A crater was formed beneath them and Quill was forced to all fours.

Spitting up some blood, Quill closed his eyes again and groaned, his voice returning to normal. However, it was still a little different as he huffed. “God, this is extremely tough. Though, I guess that does track.” Quill then got back up with a tense grit of his teeth. “Quill, you take control. This is your fight after all.” Quill said to himself as he sighed, opening his eyes once more to reveal his usual red eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway…” Quill breathed in, gathering up a lot of magic.

“Time Dragon’s ROAR!” Suddenly, a massive beam of temporal magic exploded outwards from Quill’s mouth, devouring everything in its path as it swiftly barreled towards Bullet, consuming him too in the magical ray.

Bullet crossed his arms, blocking the attack as he was blasted back, he flipped in the air and came right back using Kamisori. “JUGON!” He slammed his fist into Quill’s chest, damaging his ribs and lungs again, knocking the air out of his body. “SHIGAN!” He stabbed his finger through Quill’s shoulder, piercing his body. “SHIGAN “OREN”!” He sent a flurry of fingers Quill’s way, piercing his body with his fingers, “SHORYUKEN!” He uppercut Quill’s jaw and sent him up in the air. 

Opening his hand, he used his Devil Fruit to create a gauntlet around his arm and made an arm cannon that he aimed at Quill. “ARTILLERY SHOT!” Infusing the blast of Katchin rock, he infused the attack with Ryuo and slammed the piece of material into Quill’s body. The blast carried Quill onto a floating island of katchin, and Bullet couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief, “Holy shit, he was sent FAR! Kahahaha!”

For several moments, there was no activity from the floating island. It seemed like Quill was down and out for a little bit… at least until a massive, twelve foot long, black longsword crashed into the ground behind Bullet. And with it landed Quill, with a focused look on his face, passive and concentrated. Not smiling like he was prior to this, the sclera of Quill’s left eye had become pitch black, giving an ominous air to it that wasn’t there prior.

Then, before Bullet had time to react, retort, or say anything, Quill and the sword disappeared from sight, and in a blink of an eye, Bullet felt a massive flare of pain tear through his side as Quill had swung the sword directly into Bullet’s right side. The black longsword cut through the air, its edge covered in blue temporal dragon magic as Quill launched Bullet away, sending the large man flying and tumbling across the ground.

Bullet quickly caught himself and managed to get himself into a runner's stance whilst stopping further movement. A grin was plastered on his face, if Quill wasn’t gonna smile, he sure as hell will. His feet started moving, but he didn’t move forward, instead, kicking up debris behind him, almost charging him up before he blasted off towards the Dragon Slayer. He didn’t prepare a fist or anything, he went head on into Quill’s solar plexus; having coated his head in Ryuo to provide extra damage. The effects of his durability negation spread further into Quill’s lungs as it hitched his breathing for but a moment as Quill was sent back.

“SORU!” Bullet followed after him and started, for lack of a better word, dribbling his opponent on the ground, one punch bounced him off, another knocked him up only for the very next strike to knock him back down. And then, with his gauntlet he made out of katchin, he formed a rocket at his elbow and fired energy from it, “Burst Attack!” Once more, he damned Quill’s chest, this time not only hitting his lungs again, but his heart as well.

Eyes widening, Quill grit his teeth as blood sprayed out from in between them. His right eye went bloodshot as he wheezed painfully. Pulling a shaky breath of oxygen from the air, Quill got back up, almost falling to his knees but catching himself on his Nergal Reaver longsword. Spitting the blood and bile from his mouth, Quill snarled and put a hand to his face. Looking at the blood on the ground, Quill heaved breath back into his lungs, however he had little time to rest as he dug his fingernails into his skin a little before dropping his hand and reaching out to the air. A blue glow took the shape of another sword, the Dark Repulser, which he had procured from Edward Elric’s world during his visit there.

Tearing the Nergal Reaver from the ground, Quill launched across the battlefield, speeding around before lunging towards Bullet. Swinging down with the much heavier black longsword, Quill cut across Bullet’s chest, before letting go of the longsword and spinning around, landing several more quick slashes with the lighter Repulser. Following up, Quill landed a strong side-kick to Bullet’s head, sending the larger man flying away as the Dragon Slayer landed, grabbing the Nergal Reaver once more. However, he coughed up a bit more blood, his body struggling to keep up at this point. That blow to his heart had done a lot of damage.

Bullet grinned, standing on a floating debris, chuckling, before laughing, his laughter echoing across the rocks. “DO YA FEEL THAT, QUILL?!” His grin somehow grew wider, his Conqueror’s Haki started to flare up with his bloodlust. “THAT’S REAL PAIN! AND DON’T YA WORRY, THERE’S A HELLUVA TON MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM! KAHAHAHA!” With a blink of an eye, he flashed above Quill, his fist glowing in his Ryuo color – that being dark blue – “GALAXY IMPACT!” He only punched the air around him and sent a massive shockwave barrelling down at Quill in an attempt to crush him.

Letting go of his swords, Quill pulled his arms back, as if he were wielding a different weapon - a scythe - and in an instant, Quill re-quipped his Time Reaper scythe. Exerting a massive amount of force, Quill swung upwards, infusing the scythe with his magic as he did so. “TIME DRAGON’S QUAKE!” Quill roared as an equally massive shockwave tore through the air to meet Bullet’s.

The shockwave slammed into Bullet’s which led to a massive explosion that both knocked Quill further and tumbling into the ground and Bullet higher and fumbling in the air. However, the 9th Commander was quick to catch himself as he found his footing and looked down at Quill. “Kamisori!” Bullet started to move around the air, bouncing off of it like he was at a jump park. But he also bounced on the floating debris, the rocks around Quill as he made his way to him. Bullet cocked back his gauntlet and readied to punch the Dragon Slayer across the face when suddenly, he vanished and appeared on Quill’s right, and as he turned, he was met with a fist full of Haki. Once more rupturing his brain and sending him flying as rockets fired from the gauntlet’s elbow to further boost its power.

Blood further exploding from cuts, wounds, and other injuries around his body, Quill grit his teeth in an attempt to hold his ground and his consciousness. Spinning in the air, Quill slammed both hands into the ground, stopping his momentum. Slowly getting up, Quill began to feel blood loss catching up to him, but he merely clenched his fists and willed himself to stay awake. Slamming his foot into the ground, the Dragon Slayer forced his body back up as he breathed in once more. “Time Dragon’s Roar!” He called, releasing a massive ray of destructive Dragon Magic. This was larger than the others before it, as it consumed everything in its path, cracking and shattering the earth it didn’t touch. “I can’t lose here! No way in hell am I losing here, fuck that!” Quill thought to himself as he pushed himself further.

In response to the attack blowing towards him, Bullet unleashed his Conqueror's Haki at the blast of Dragon Magic in an attempt to counteract it. He didn’t use his hands, and instead used his will alone to try and overcome the magic. In Quill’s eyes, all he saw was a silhouette in his ray of Dragon Magic, assuming that at any moment, Bullet would be blown back just as he always has. But strangely, the silhouette started to walk closer… And closer… and closer… And then, he could see it. Just like at the beginning of the fight he saw the aura of Bullet, jet black body, crimson eyes and teeth, slowly walking through his attack with will alone.

Eventually, Bullet made it through so that he stood directly in front of Quill, and with a snap, grabbed Quill by his mouth. He leaped into the air and spun around like a beyblade before throwing him back down. Bullet let gravity bring him down after him and slammed his fists together above his head, in a sledgehammer form. Something to note is that black lightning was oozing out of his hands, it was happening, it really was. Bullet was using Advanced Conqueror’s Coating. With a nameless attack, he brought down his fists on the chest of Quill, crushing his chest cavity and making him a pancake. The arena tilted back upright as it wasn’t right before, a crater boomed from beneath them and Quill was at the center of it. And Bullet stood over him, still grinning and looking down at Quill.

“No… not here… I can’t… lose…” Quill thought, the pain and his own thoughts drowning out the mental shouts and cries of the other souls within his body. Darkness slowly began to swallow his vision as the last thing he saw was the demonic grin of Bullet. But… something odd was happening. Bullet’s face slowly warped and changed, flames began to surround everything and in seconds, as blood vessels broke within Quill’s left eye, the entity that stood in Bullet’s place was no longer the 9th Commander. The entity that stood there was the same one that had burned Quill- no, Acnologia’s home to the ground. The same dragon that had murdered everyone but him, the one that put Acnologia on the path to becoming… Quill’s mind was suddenly overwhelmed with agony, rage, and an unyielding bloodlust as magic surged throughout his body. This magical surge created a massive shockwave that tore through not just the earth around Bullet and Quill, but the latter’s psyche. Then the pain that Quill felt stopped, and in a single moment… something within him snapped.

Around Bullet and Quill, rocks and rubble began to quake and rattle, scattered debris of their earlier clashes jumping around as the arena began to vibrate. At that same moment the sky began to fill with an uncountable number of tiny, almost insignificant particles. Etherion particles, to be exact. And quickly, like a whirlpool they all began to funnel towards one singular point. That point was the Dragon Slayer, Acnori Quill.

Bullet laughed at the surrounding area, “I see you’re getting serious, Acnori!” Bullet cocked back his fist and went to punch Acnori, but the Dragon Slayer caught his fist. Albeit with a cost as the ACOC and the Ryuo transferred down his arm and to his shoulder. Seeing the look in Quill’s eyes, he laughed even harder.

The Dragon Slayer didn’t respond. He merely looked at Bullet with a slight tilt of his head before looking at the fist he had caught. Letting out a puff of air through his nostrils, Quill breathed in deeply and roared. But it wasn’t a magical roar- no. This was merely a warmup of Quill’s reinvigorated lungs, as the soundwave that resulted from this roar struck Bullet with such impact that it sent the 9th Commander flying back as Quill released his fist. The shockwaves of the roar not only did this, but also destroyed everything in its path, crushing the ground in a wall of invisible force. After a few seconds, Quill ceased his roaring, taking the time to open his mouth and begin the consumption of the magic that was funneling to him, refilling his magical reserves and then some.

Bullet was on the ground, staring up at the sky, well, the abyss. There was no up or down in this dimension or was it another universe? He didn’t care enough to know, one thing was for certain, that roar hurt. And that roar didn’t even feel like his full power. Bullet sat up and saw Quill in the distance munching on magic, with a groan he rubbed his head; “This fight isn’t gonna be as simple as unga bunga, is it?” He paused before grinning, “Not with that attitude.” He jumped to his feet and started popping the joints in his neck, “Well, his lungs are back to their full strength, but I sure as hell know that a heart is gonna take a long time to heal.” He let out an audible sigh, “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”

He bounded towards Quill and decked him right in his Adam’s Apple while he was still eating magic, causing him to gag and choke. The combination of ACOC and Ryuo, hitching his breathing and prevented him from breathing, forcing his throat to close around the magic he was currently eating. Essentially blocking him from eating some magic and stunning him in the process. Bullet delivered a left uppercut to his chin and caught his foot before he could get too far up just to slam him into the ground. Puny God’ing him before spinning him around and throwing him against the ever slowly sinking pillar that held the time. Bullet lunged up and closed his fist tight, “Shark Tile True Punch!”

“Dragon King’s Claw.” Quill spoke passively, freeing his right arm and swiping through the air. Said motion did seemingly nothing at first, before a massive wave of destructive magic cut through the air, slashing across Bullet’s body as it sent the Commander flying back.

Not giving Bullet a chance to breathe, Quill lunged towards the man, planting a firm foot on Bullet’s face and slamming the demon-in-human-form into the ground. The impact caused a massive crater to erupt beneath them as Quill lifted his foot once more, surrounding it in a golden magical aura before stomping back down onto Bullet’s face. “Dragon King’s Talon.” He spoke passively once more, the ground under the two of them shattering with an ethereal golden energy. “Come now, Douglas Bullet. You were going to show me real pain, weren’t you?” Quill chuckled, an insane smile splitting across his face.

“Oh, I’ll show you real pain alright…” Bullet stretched out his hand and Quill started to float in the air. He started to close his fist and like that, Quill’s throat started to get pressured, “And unfortunately for you, while you may be strong, I have POWER!” Lightning fired from his fingertips and struck Quill, “UNLIMITED POWER!!!” The lightning's burst in power blasted Quill back to a nearby plateau. Bullet didn’t waste this opportunity and appeared in front of him, starting a vicious combo.

Bullet delivered a left hook to Quill’s ribs, followed by a right hook upstairs. He started his brutal assault on the Dragon Slayer in an attempt to shatter his body, and something to be noted was that all of his attacks were coated in Ryuo and Advanced Conqueror’s. Every punch sent a tremor across the arena, hell, even the void was shaking. Punch after punch, he buried Quill deeper into the plateau, he grabbed his opponent and then slammed him onto the ground so hard he bounced right into a left straight. “I am the Heir of Umbra!” He yelled, uppercutting Quill’s chest and damning his heart, “Learn some respect, PUNK!” Another punch sent his way knocked him onto his back, only a few feet away.

Smiling through the pain, Quill flipped back to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth as he lunged at Bullet like a rabid animal. “And I am the Dragon King! So, no! I don’t think I will!” Quill laughed.

Cocking his arm back, Quill punched Bullet in the sternum with such force that Bullet’s ribs bent inwards. “Dragon King’s Claw!” Quill roared, sending Bullet flying away, before sprinting after the Commander’s body. Catching up in a flash, Quill kicked Bullet into the air with a Dragon King’s Talon before planting his foot into the ground and pointing a finger and his palm towards the Commander. “Power of the End!” Quill called, as dozens of magical explosions painted the sky, covering it in flame. Chuckling to himself, Quill opened his mouth once more, resuming his consumption of the magic that still lingered in the sky.

“That…” Bullet’s voice could be heard from the dust cloud, “...Was the opposite of respect.” He grumbled, using Geppo to remain in the air. “Alright then, let’s see how you handle this. Kaio-Ken!” A red aura burst from his body.

Quill blinked a few times before smiling and pausing the magical consumption. “Kaio-What?” He chuckled before the smile dropped.

Within a flash and a flash step, Bullet buried his fist deep into Quill’s gut, like before, it was so deep inside it could–

“HE’S FISTING YOUR FRIEND!” Ganondorf yelled, holding his head in shock.

Zeref’s eyes went wide and he reeled back, nodding in an equal amount of shock. “Holy shit, he is.”

“In,” Bullet punched Quill’s gut again, “Out,” he pulled it out only to bury it back in, “In and out!” He continued to, for again a lack of a better word, fist Quill before uppercutting his chin and knocking into the air. Letting gravity bring him down, “Shark Tile True Punch!” Bullet punched Quill into the ground, the shockwave passing through his body and damaging his body, causing him to cough up blood.

Reorienting himself, Quill groaned. “Well, that was uncomfortable.” He huffed, swiping the blood from his chin with his hand

“So it was your first time, huh?” Bullet joked.

Getting up and dusting himself off, Quill nodded a bit. “Honestly? Yes it was.” The newly awakened Dragon King hummed as he reached up and took off his cloak. “Now… it's my turn to be the top.” Quill said as he tossed his cloak into the air.

“Oh, shit, he’s a switch!” Ganondorf wheezed with laughter, slapping his knees.

Zeref’s eyes widened even more as he laughed too, hitting the table the two were at. He couldn’t say much as he was currently wheezing with laughter.

Letting his cloak obscure both his and Bullet’s vision, Quill’s speed seemingly increased as he appeared behind Bullet, arm cocked back. “Dragon King’s!” Quill swung his fist directly into Bullet’s spine, striking with enough force to push his fist through the hulking man’s body without breaking the flesh or any bones. However, suddenly several spots on Bullet’s back glowed with golden magic, as did Quill’s fist.

“Don't you dare,” Bullet narrowed his eyes.

Quill smiled, eyes sharpening as he chuckled. “Well, I’d oblige but… I did say it was my turn.” The Dragon King hummed as he tore his fist from Bullet’s back. “Siege!” He roared, before slamming his fist back into the same exact spot, causing the golden spots on Bullet’s back to ignite, sending similar impacts to every spot that was glowing. This basically turned Bullet into Luffy after being shot, before the 9th Commander was sent flying through the air, crashing through dozens of floating platforms. The Dragon King stood up straight, chuckling to himself as he prepared to continue fighting, lunging towards Bullet once more in a streak of navy blue and golden energy.

Bullet floated in the air, crossing his arms for a moment before glancing down at Quill from the other side of the arena, “Kaio-ken times three,” He said simply and he burst into a streak of red, darting around in the sky. Shooting towards Quill like an arrow, Bullet’s hands turned into a replica of an eastern dragon talon, “DRAGON’S TALON!” He slammed the talon right into Quill’s forehead, nearly piercing his skin despite the forcefield that surrounded his hands – that being Ryuo and ACOC. The attack alone sent Quill back down, overpowering the Dragon King’s charge and damning his brain. Bullet appeared where Quill landed… And turned his back to him.

Quill laughed to himself as he looked back up, blood dripping down his face before he saw Bullet with his back turned. Smile wavering a little, Quill blinked. Upon registering what he was looking at, Quill wheezed with glee, his smile returning tenfold.

But before he could do anything, he saw a face. A face on his back. The face was that of a demon’s, looking exactly like a replica of Umbra the Dark. Conqueror’s Haki started to ooze from him, but it wasn’t just his Haki, but the mere sight alone of a back that appeared to be an infernal demon of Tartarus shook Quill to the core. 

Standing up, Quill continued laughing as he breathed in once more, finishing the consumption of the magic within the sky. He then threw his arms out and open, exploding with laughter as magical energy oozed from his body too, black scales beginning to crawl over his body, covering his arms and feet in claws and talons. His facial features became slightly more draconic as Quill’s red eyes pierced the air and stared back at the Demon Back. This was the Dragon Force.

Laughing with glee, Quill could only mutter a single word, his voice booming with malicious intent.

“Come.”

“Say pause, right now,” Bullet turned around and faced him with serious eyes.

Quill took a moment and recomposed himself, holding a finger up as he coughed and spat out a bit of blood. “My bad, pause. Sorry, I had some-!”

“SHUT UP!” Bullet yelled and socked him across the face before he could finish his words and sent him rolling across the ground. As he rolled, the Commander started walking after him casually after punching his shit in.

Chuckling, Quill stood back up. He opened his mouth to say something before pausing, letting out a huff, and nodding, his smile dropping a little as his face matched Bullet’s seriousness. Stepping forward, Quill began to walk towards the 9th Commander- no, towards the Demon that he now faced, magical pressure booming off his body.

Similarly, Conqueror’s Haki oozed out from Bullet, crushing the Katchin around him to diamonds, and causing tremors all around the arena. Despite his seriousness, a smile still was still carved across his face, almost as if it was a part of him, something he could never get rid of. As they met in the middle, the height difference could be shown, as Bullet towered over Quill, the Dragon King only reaching his chest in height. “Hey, shortstack.”

“Yeah, big guy?” Quill hummed.

“I’m going to punch you in the face so hard, you’ll be limping in the morning.” Bullet said casually.

“Oh, I look forward to it.” Quill responded. “Cause I’m gonna punch you in the stomach so hard, it’ll rearrange your organs.”

Ganondorf held his face and sighed, “...Zeref… This– This has gone too far. I don’t know if they’re going to fight or fuck and I’m concerned.”

Zeref’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “At this point, I don’t know either.”

“What about you, Zirconis?” Ganondorf turned to Zirconis with a horrified look still on his face.

Zirconis looked at the interaction with a thousand yard stare, as if he witnessed horrors beyond mortal and immortal comprehension.

“Oh, that’s right,” The Dark King turned over to Fujitora eating ramen.

“What?” He raised a brow towards their direction.

“I think you broke Zirconis’s psyche. But then again, that may just be him.” Zeref mumbled.

“I warned him that it was unwise,” The Blind Swordsman noted before looking back over at the fight.

Bullet and Quill both nailed their targets directly and with incredible force, knocked the two of them back. Both sent each other into plateaus, but they would come back just as fast as they left and would be face to face with each other again. “SHIGAN ‘MADARA’!” Bullet sent an onslaught of fists towards Quill’s way, it appeared to be that thousands if not millions of punches were being sent at the Dragon King. 

But in retaliation, Quill roared with glee. “DRAGON KING’S SIEGE!” And just the same, what appeared to be thousands if not millions of golden draconic punches and claws were being sent at the Heir of Umbra. Each punch and claw clashing with Bullet’s punches at blinding speeds, causing waves of air to explode outwards, pushing loose rocks and rubble flying away from the two.

“JUGON!” Bullet delivered a lightning fast punch to Quill’s jaw, making his head whip back. It had also popped all the joints in his neck, painful, but it was like going to a chiropractor.

“TALON!” Quill delivered an equally fast kick to the side of Bullet’s ribcage. The force of the impact sent a wave of pressure into Bullet’s spine, popping it in ways that it didn’t feel like it shouldn’t be.

Bullet grit his teeth, “BURST ATTACK!” Still having the Katchin gauntlet around his fist, he directed a punch directly into Quill’s abdomen, launching him against a katchin formation. “ARTILLERY SHOT!” He fired off a blast of katchin at him, but the Dragon King evaded the rock, “ARTILLERY BARRAGE!” He fired an onslaught of katchin rocks from his gauntlet at Quill at speeds that left the audience gawking.

“FLARE!” Quill would shout in response to the barrage, sending spiraling rays of golden blue, missile-like magic orbs speeding towards the rocks, intercepting each of them as they all detonated with brilliant golden explosions that covered the battlefield in flame.

The two would shoot out from the dust cloud it had created with the two of them sliding across the earth and still on their feet. Almost as if they were figure skating. Quill noticed that Bullet’s right leg was covered in blue flames and without waste, the Heir of Umbra started to fire a flurry of kicks his way. “Jumeau à Bifteck!” He cried out in a French accent, delivering the fiery blue kick to Quill’s torso, “Tendron!” Another kick crashed into the Dragon King’s torso, “Flanchet!” The last kick knocked Quill across the ground and sent him rolling, but he quickly adapted and went to his feet.

“Dragon King’s!” Quill shouted, and rushing back towards Bullet, Quill performed a rapid flurry of spins before landing an axe-kick against Bullet’s skull. “Talon!” He roared before slamming his foot into the ground, using it as leverage to send an uppercut into Bullet’s chin. “Claw!” Then, swiftly spinning around once more, Quill performed a swift spinning back kick to Bullet’s stomach with a roar. “Spear!”

Bullet was sent back, but he quickly adjusted himself mid-air. In an attempt to keep the distance, Quill sent a barrage of Flares towards his opponent, but Bullet would avoid them and use “Kamisori!” he dashed towards him, but he would get clipped by one of the flares and knock him down. Quill would see this and run over to take advantage of his injured prey but then his body would finally start to feel the effects of the repeated abuse of his internal organs. He would stop in place and vomit blood, bile, and some magic he had eaten prior.

Bullet, at last, had recovered and spring to his feet. He saw the state Quill was in and now he was going to take advantage, he shot towards the Dragon King and in response, he leaped back trying to avoid the Heir of Umbra. But it was useless, as Bullet had already caught up to him. Bullet slammed his foot down on Quill’s own and used his Gasha-Gasha No Mi to create a lock around Quill’s foot to keep him in place and pinned to the ground. Bullet put his fists together and raised them up to his chest, “Kaio-Ken times twenty!” His red aura spiked tremendously and his grin grew wider.

“Sai Dai Rin…”

Hearing this and seeing this, Quill’s eyes would widen and somewhere within his mind, a single question formed. “Is this… the end?”

“...ROKUOGAN!”

Advanced Conqueror’s Haki, Ryuo Haki, and the multiplier that came with Kaio-Ken all fueled the strength of the complete mastery of the Rokushiki techniques. A devastating shockwave tore through Quill’s body and hit all of the internal organs inside his torso. The air was sucked out of his body, all the ribs inside his body was fractured, his livers twisted and contorted, his stomach neary imploded, and most of all, his heart was hit so hard it had stopped beating for a split second before being thrown around his body like a ping pong ball. And like a fountain, blood, bile, and mucus burst from Quill’s mouth and into the air. His cloak, tattered and torn, fluttered down from the air and landed with a soft clatter behind the Dragon King, and his body was covered in his own bodily fluids and bruises.

Bullet stepped off of Quill and released his foot, allowing him to stumble for a few steps, the Dragon King’s arms falling limp to his sides. Then, Quill fell down onto his back with a strangled thud. Wordlessly, Bullet turned around and walked away from Quill. Unknowingly, the two of them had taken themselves to the edge of the arena, and with a flick of his wrist, the piece of the arena Quill was at split off. Slowly drifting away from the mainland and into the void.

Watching this happen, Zeref closed his eyes and sighed, letting his head dip a bit. “They both gave it their all. But it seems that even the Dragon King couldn’t defeat the Heir of Umbra.”

“Aye,” Ganondorf nodded, “It seems like the only one who really beat him in an all out battle was Thanos.” 

“Quiet.” Zirconis, for the first time since being ousted from the arena and the tournament, spoke. His voice, while scratchy and weak, was like a gunshot in the middle of a loud crowd.

Zeref looked at Zirconis with confusion. “Zirco-”

“He’s. Not. Done. Yet.” Zirconis spat out weakly, still feeling the effects of his injuries from his fight with Fujitora.

And as the Jade Dragon finished saying that, the void that housed the arena began to quake and tremble. The katchin, jade, lava, and desolate land of the arena cracked and shook as a massive magical pressure exploded throughout. And cutting through the void like a sword through flesh, was a familiar one.

“No. Losing here? Losing this fight?” Quill’s voice echoed. “I reject the notion. For now, I am not just Acnori Quill.”

“I am the Dragon King. I am the absolute being.”

Suddenly, with a brilliant detonation of magic, a massive pillar of golden light erupted throughout the arena, right where Quill had supposedly been sent into the void. Within the golden light was a silhouette - not of a human - but of a Dragon. Spreading his wings of darkness, the Dragon King broke the light, surrounding himself with a golden outline, as Quill was now draped in black scales, blue markings and two glowing red eyes. The massive dragon roared a roar so loud it shook the very arena.

“I AM ACNOLOGIA!”

Bullet turned around to see the massive dragon right in front of him, at first he looked on in disbelief before he got back his signature grin. “Alright, Acnologia, allow me to reintroduce myself!” He spread his arms wide and katchin, jade, igneous rock, and whatever that was leftover in the arena smashed into him. Slowly, he started to form together. First, his torso was made of a solid katchin-jade-obsidian hybrid, then his legs and arms, and finally his head. On his head were twin devil horns as red as Umbra the Dark’s horns; and permanently etched onto the golem was a glowing crimson grin. What was once a man was now a giant demonic golem. Bullet pointed to the ground with one hand and pointed to the heavens with the other.

“Throughout Heaven and Tartarus, I alone am…”

He flared his Conqueror’s Haki and the arena quaked with his will alone.

“...UMBRA’S HEIR!”

The entire arena quaked at the sight of these two massive fighters, each staring down the other as their Haki and Magic clashed. Quill in his draconic form growled with anticipation at the challenge. Bullet in his demonic golem form even still laughed before raising his fists high before bringing them back down to his sides with a roar akin to a lion challenging another for dominance.

In response to the roar, Quill released his own, a roar that both issued and accepted the challenge ahead of him. Spreading his wings out as the blue markings all over his body glowed, Quill displayed his draconic body, and as his magic ran freely, he need not even speak the name of his spells anymore. And he was eager to display this.

Shimmering in the void, behind Quill, dozen- nay tens of dozens of small golden blue lights flickered into existence. They started off small, as if stars in the night sky. But they began to grow, getting bigger and bigger by the second, until they each appeared to be as large as Quill’s eyes in this draconic form. Pulling his wings back, Quill threw both large appendages forward, aiming both of them at the large golem as every single one of the stars raced past Quill, speeding directly at Bullet with horrifying speed.

This was the Dragon King’s Eternal Flare.

Bullet stared at the stars coming towards and from his chest opened several cannons and with a roar, the cannons fired off Ki blasts at the magic. The clashing of magic and Ki made the whole void light up like the fourth of July. The Demonic Golem advanced as it blasted, stomping towards the giant dragon that stood in its way. What started as a stomp became a run as he sprinted to reach his foe.

Watching Bullet advance towards him, Quill pulled his wings back and began to fly towards the golem. And similarly, what started as a casual flight soon became a rapid closure of distance as Quill took off like a jet, moving faster than any creature his size had any right to move.

Pulling his massive claw back, Quill prepared to trade blows with his rival king. Right before Quill could make his strike, from Bullet’s elbow, a rocket formed and right as he got in range, Bullet performed a leaping uppercut to the dragon’s chin. Knocking him up, but he wasn’t finished as the Demonic Golem grabbed the dragon by his tail and started spinning him around, Quill’s massive body nearly hitting the stands before he was slammed onto the grounds of the arena, knocking debris into the air.

However, as the massive cloud of debris and dust settled, Quill shot back up and towards Bullet, flying over and grabbing the Demonic Golem by the face before slamming it down on its back and into the arena. Letting go, Quill surrounded his massive fist and forearm with golden Dragon King Magic before swiftly landing a devastating impact onto the golem’s chest. He then quickly jumped into the air, using his wings to remain stable as he flipped around and slammed his axe-like tail into the golem’s neck. Flying higher into the air before allowing gravity to take hold, in an attempt to crush the golem under the dragon form’s weight.

The Demonic Golem would flip to its feet and grab hold of Quill, Bullet would then use the momentum to powerbomb the Dragon King into ground. Flipping the tables on him. Bullet would step on Quill’s wing and start hammering down on Quill’s draconic snout repeatedly before sledgehammering the chest of the dragon.

Snarling at the repeated blows, Quill would swing his tail upwards and stab through the shoulder of the golem, just as Bullet sledgehammered his chest. Breathing a silent gasp of pain, Quill would look at Bullet and using his tail to keep the golem in place, land a point-blank Dragon King’s Roar directly to the Demonic Golem’s torso, sending Bullet flying backwards due to the force. This roar was so much more powerful than any roar Quill had used before, as it obliterated anything in its path that wasn’t reinforced. Getting off the ground, Quill flared his wings, tossing the rubble from them as he folded them to his back, crouching down into a more combat-ready stance.

The Demonic Golem would roll on its back and to its feet, staring at the Dragon before kicking its feet like a bull. Bullet began his charge, running towards the Dragon in an attempt to pierce it, Quill caught on and used its claws to grab the horns and prevent it from reaching him. But that seemed to be a part of Bullet’s plan all along, “ULTIMATE FAUST!” The Demonic Golem cried out, slamming a full-powered fist directly into the temple of the Dragon, knocking Quill into the ground. The earth beneath Quill shattered from the force and a piece of the arena was knocked off. Not only was Quill prone on the ground, the blow ruined his equilibrium.

Grunting under the impact, Quill tried to quickly regain his senses as he roared violently. Getting a fix onto Bullet’s position as his vision cleared up, Quill stood back up and threw a large claw into the air. Suddenly, the ground beneath Bullet erupted in a massive pillar of magical light. Taking the opportunity, Quill unfurled his wings and leapt back into the air, flying higher and higher until he reached enough height. He then flew forwards, folding his wings in to gain much more velocity until he spread his wings back out, gliding at a rapid speed towards Bullet as the magical pillar dissipated. Not wasting another moment, Quill full-on tackled the Demonic Golem to the ground, pummeling it with punch after punch.

Bullet grabbed one of the claws with his left hand and seized the neck of Quill with the other before flipping him over so that he was on top. Bullet returned fire with punch after punch, all directed to the head of the Dragon, trying to flatten it. Then Bullet would wrap his arms around Quill’s body and lift the giant Dragon King up before slamming him back down, and then picking them back up and then suplexing the Dragon King into the arena. The Demonic Golem rolled to his feet and ran at the Dragon King as he was recovering, coating his head in every enhancement he has he performs a SPEAR. Crushing the Dragon’s sternum and knocking him back down.

Roaring in pain, Quill maneuvered his body in a way to where he would get his arm around the golem’s neck in a headlock. As painful as doing that was, Quill continued and hammered his fist into the golem’s spine several times before digging his claw into the Demonic Golem’s back. Heaving Bullet’s massive golem off the ground, Quill spun around and threw his opponent away before charging up and releasing another powerful Dragon King’s Roar. The magical beam of destruction struck the golem in the torso, sending the large behemoth further away, allowing Quill to unfurl his wings and fly back into the air as he disengaged the Roar so he could catch his breath. Couldn’t keep that up forever, cause even dragons still needed to breathe.

Bullet rolled across the ground and neared the arena’s edge, but he dug his colossal fingers into the katchin and prevented himself from being knocked off stage. He looked up at Quill catching his breath in the air, narrowing his eyes, he started to sprint towards the flying Dragon King. And in his left hand, he started to form a massive warhammer from all of the debris, using his awakening to access and make an impressive one. The Demonic Golem jumped up high and raised its warhammer over, seeing this, Quill inhaled and unleashed another Dragon King’s Roar at the Golem. Quickly, Bullet slammed the warhammer into the blast, and through incredible power, the warhammer overpowered the blast as Bullet let gravity take effect. Quill could only look on in horror before the warhammer was slammed down on the top of his head and knocked him out of the sky and crashing to the ground.

Flailing on the ground a little due to the impact, Quill quickly reoriented himself as he glared directly at Bullet and his golem body. Growling to himself, Quill folded his wings to his back before raising his claws and slamming them onto the ground. Suddenly, a massive ring of light appeared beneath Bullet before a massive pillar of magic consumed Bullet, as Quill cast a much larger and enhanced version of Dragon King’s Magic Eruption. Standing back up, Quill rolled his right shoulder, stretching his massive form’s body a bit before he looked back at the golem’s position, the magical eruption subsiding after a good dozen seconds.

The Demonic Golem still had its grip on the warhammer and slowly rose to its feet. Bullet clutched his warhammer tight and went for a smack to Quill’s draconic snout, however seeing this, Quill would go to block. As if knowing he would try, Bullet stopped the warhammer from hitting Bullet and used his Devil Fruit to form rockets at the end of his warhammer to spin around and perform a 360 SMACK right across Quill’s face. The attack was fueled with his Haki to perform maximum damage as he knocked Quill to the ground and sent him sliding, almost as if he was playing golf.

Laying on the ground for a moment, Quill blinked a few times before snorting, huffing out a bit of air as he stood back up. Rubbing his jaw, Quill hummed for a few seconds before stretching his arm out, a single finger pointed towards Bullet and his Demonic Golem, as Quill then cast an amped version of his Power of the End spell. And subsequently, hundreds of massive detonations bombarded the golem and the warhammer consuming them both in brilliant displays of flame and magic. Not letting Bullet have a moment to breathe, Quill took a running start as he built up speed, his talons and legs beginning to glow with magic as Quill brought his feet off the ground and slammed a Dragon King’s Talon Dropkick directly into the Demonic Golem’s chest.

The drop kick would push the Demonic Golem back but before he could let Quill’s legs get away, he dropped his warhammer and grabbed the Dragon King by the talons. There, he started to spin the Dragon around and around, so fast he was making a tornado before he leaped into the air with Quill in tow. And now, the Demonic Golem was performing a series of flips as he prepared to slam Quill into the ground, they started to pick up speed before… “STAR SPANGLED SLAMMER!” Bullet cried out as his Golem screeched to mimic an American Bald Eagle and play the star spangled banner as the Commander slammed the Dragon King into the ground with such force, the arena had tilted again.

“Well, that’s patriotic as fuck.” Quill commented, groaning as he flipped onto his back and in a fluid motion, sent a barrage of magical fists towards the Demonic Golem with a Dragon King’s Siege. Quickly getting back up, Quill raised his head skyward as he began charging up a sphere of magic that took very little time in getting bigger and bigger, almost immediately growing to be the size of the Dragon’s torso. “Dragon King’s Judgement!” Quill roared as he sent the massive sphere of blue and gold, volatile magic speeding towards Bullet. Breathing in, Quill then began to charge up another Roar, intending to detonate the sphere as it neared Bullet.

“WATCH YOUR TONE!” Quill heard a loud SMACK before seeing the sphere he sent at Bullet get back into his peripheral vision. Bullet quickly turned his arm into a cannon and fired off a blast at the sphere, using Ki to blast the giant sphere and detonate it on him.

Quill only stood there, unaffected by his own magic as he stared. “Wha-... You just parried that…” Quill mumbled to himself before sighing. “Why am I not surprised?” He softly questioned before quickly lunging at the Golem, twisting around to sweep the Demonic construct of its feet using his tail. Spinning around, Quill backhanded Bullet into the ground before continuing the spin, jumping off the ground and performing a dragon-sized People’s Elbow, dropping it straight into the Demonic Golem’s face. Then, flipping onto his stomach, Quill roared a Dragon King’s Roar into the Demonic Golem’s upper half, using the pressure of the roar to create some distance between the two.

Bullet flipped to his feet and sighed, looking at Quill. He looked like he was contemplating something for a second. “...Ah screw it.” From his right wrist jutted out a blade at the top of his forearm. Bullet started to march towards Quill and when the Dragon King unleashed a ranged attack at him, he used Ki to coat his hand and parry the blast of magic back. Not knowing it didn’t do anything to the Dragon King, he used it as a distraction to run up to Quill and pierced his chest with the blade. He pulled the blade of Quill’s chest and fired the blade out like a gun at the Dragon King’s left wing. Grabbing some floating debris, he turned it into a combat knife and grabbed Quill’s head with one hand and spun him around forcefully to create a gash on the Dragon King’s right wing. Trying to cripple one of his main assets over him.

Quill, feeling the ripping pain in his wings, chose not to roar in pain like he usually would. Instead he kept an outwardly calm expression, Quill slammed his tail into the Golem’s chest, sending Bullet flying back as the Dragon King turned back around to face his opponent. Taking a moment to inspect his wings, Quill first looked at his right wing, wincing as he looked at the wound. Then, he looked at his left wing, seeing the blade still stuck in it. Staring at it for a moment, Quill then reached over to the blade and carefully removed it, gritting his teeth as he did so. After that, he then grabbed the wound and used his magic to sear it closed so it wouldn’t bleed out, promptly doing the same with the other wing before tightly folding the limbs to his back. He wouldn’t be flying during this fight anymore.

But that didn’t mean he was any less of a Dragon King, as Quill raised his arm skywards, several glimmering stars glowing brightly with blue and gold. As if throwing an object at the Demonic Golem, Quill swung his arm, causing hundreds of glowing missiles of the Dragon King’s Eternal Flare to jettison towards Bullet.

Bullet formed multiple turrets on his chest and fired katchin rocks at the blasts to counter it, this led the skies to light up like the 4th of July all around. Suddenly, an impact struck the Golem’s back. Catching the peripheral of what had happened, Bullet saw several dozen more Flares speeding at him as Quill pulled his arm back causing all of them to ram into the Demonic Golem’s backside, exploding with even more force with every impact.

The Demonic Golem groaned and snarled with each blast, “You’re really starting to piss me off…” Bullet turned to Quill and ran at him. Bulldozing towards him to deliver a swift uppercut to his chin and an axe-hand to bring his head back down. Bullet spread his arms apart as if he was going to give a hug before slamming both of his palms into Quill’s head, discombobulating him and making him stunned. There, Bullet performed various and brutal strikes to the dragon and with the last one, he grabbed Quill by the snout and pried his mouth open as he raised his other arm and formed it into a cannon. There, he fired a massive blast of katchin rocks and Ki right into Quill’s mouth and then kneed his jaw to close it. Forcing the katchin rocks and Ki down his throat and exploding them in his body.

Quill stumbled a little, as smoke exuded from the small openings in between his teeth. Pulling his head up, the Dragon King looked at Bullet with a pained expression. That had definitely hurt. Snarling at this, Quill then stopped and chuckled a little. “Y’know what… you’re starting to piss me off too.” Quill told Bullet, before opening his mouth and immediately letting loose a Roar. However, this was unlike the others Quill had done over the course of the fight. This Roar was dozens of times more powerful than any other roar this tournament had seen, and even though the Demonic Golem was basically at point blank range, this Bellowing Roar consumed nearly all of the construct’s upper torso. The force of the Bellowing Roar sent the Golem hurtling backwards, crashing into the arena.

Bullet lay down, looking up at the void, with a pained sigh he began to push himself back up to his feet. “...Alright, scales for brains, let’s get this over with…” Bullet rolled his shoulders and clenched his fists.

“Agreed, you unga-bunga bastard.” Quill growled, flexing his claws as his tail slammed into the ground.

Bullet charged towards Quill, his fist cocked and ready, “Ultimate…!”

Quill charged towards Bullet, his own fist cocked and ready, “Dragon King’s…!”

“FAUST/FESTIVAL!”





Bullet stood before Katakuri’s throne, glancing up at the King himself with crossed arms. Katakuri glanced down at the Commander with a fist on his chin, “Are you sure you’re ready for the 10th Commander status? As 10th Commander you are expected to be the strongest and serve as an example for your fellow Commanders.”

Bullet nodded his head with a grin, “Hell yeah, I am! I’m perfectly suited for the job, fought and killed Cloven Diamond and the only person I lost to has been you and Thanos! One of the two strongest bastards across the Displaced Multiverse. You can count on me!” He slammed his fist into his chest.

Katakuri hummed and nodded his head, “Hm… Do your best.”

After that meeting, Bullet served as the 10th Commander for a time, holding strong after Ryker was overthrown. He used his genius and his strength to help rebuild Eliatopia and restore Equestria back to its fullest. Over time, he’s fought several other people to try and retain his strength, going to other universes when Displaced summon him to help in any way he can. Trying his best to serve as a good example, however, he could never get rid of his lust for battle and the habits that made him appear weaker than he should. Eating like a brute, acting like a brute, strength wise he was a 10th Commander but when people looked at him… He was the same old brute that served under Ryker.

…Which is why Akainu trained under Katakuri, as Katakuri saw Bullet as unable to rise up to the God of Destruction status. Ever since Ryker had left, they needed a God of Destruction, and who better to choose than a man with one of the most destructive powers in the world? Akainu had gotten so powerful under Katakuri that it couldn’t go unnoticed any longer, and when Bullet called Katakuri out on it…

“What the hell, Katakuri?!” Bullet growled with clenched fists, “What the hell are you doing taking in a runt like Akainu under your wing?! You have ME!”

Katakuri didn’t bother to face him, “You’re not fit for the job, Bullet. You are not fit to be a God of Destruction candidate and you are not fit to be 10th Commander. Enjoy the rest of your days as 10th Commander.” After that, he walked away.

Bullet trained his ass off to get stronger and it only took a few days for Akainu to come challenge him for the spot. And on the day of the battle, they fought when the sun was the highest and the skies the clearest.

That fight had lasted a total of five minutes and eighteen seconds.

Bullet was dethroned and he was back to where he started.

The 9th Commander.





Quill had always found himself drawn to certain characters when it came to different shows he watched. With some characters, like Escanor from Seven Deadly Sins, he admired their strength, and with others, like Batman or Superman from DC Comics, he admired their virtues and morals.

But when it came to Acnologia’s character in Fairy Tail, he didn’t know what had drawn him to the Dragon King. Quill didn’t admire Acnologia’s “destroy everything” mentality, nor did he like how Acnologia was only beaten due to the “power of friendship”, which he thought was a bit of an ass-pull. Though… after becoming displaced as Acnologia and learning what he knows now, Quill still felt uncertain as to why he was always drawn to Acnologia.

However, during this tournament, he gained a little perspective. He found himself captivated by Ganondorf’s fight with Zeref, amused by Fujitora’s fight with Zirconis, and enjoyed his brief fight with Tirek, Suicune, and Icicle. Quill now realizes that it wasn’t any part of Acnologia that drew him to the character… It was the power that followed the Dragon King.

Quill had always felt powerless during his childhood, especially during the day that his parents were killed. Despite killing the person that took them from him, Quill still lamented how he couldn’t do anything to save them. He wanted that power, and now as he fights Bullet with that same power, he realizes he wants more of it. Quill wants the power to defeat anyone. Not so he can destroy. But so he can protect.

Though, during this fight, Quill can’t help but see the difference between him and Bullet. While Quill wanted the power to protect his friends and family, his hoard, Bullet really just used the power he had to fight, to prove his strength. It’s no wonder why Quill felt drawn to Bullet during the tournament, as the Commander had a similar aspect as Acnologia did during Fairy Tail. Wherever they went, immense power followed.

And Quill couldn’t help but be greedy. He couldn’t help but want that power.





The arena was now beaten and destroyed almost beyond repair, there were so many chunks of the arena floating off deep in the void never to be seen or touched again. And yet, on one chunk, away but not too far away one couldn’t jump back to the mainland. On that chunk was Bullet and Quill, their backs touching the floor and their eyes staring up at the void. They could feel the wind breeze as they were high up, even though it was a void, how could there be wind? Questions for later, they suppose.

Bullet pulled himself up to a sitting position, his hair flopped in front of his head, making him shake his head to get the hair out of his way. All so he could look at Quill, “...You still up and at ‘em?”

Groaning a bit, Quill winced as he used his now spikeless Nergigante arm to push himself up, rubbing the side of his head with the other arm. “Yup… fuck, my ear’s ringing and I think I got a small concussion during the explosion.”

“Eh… Wouldn’t be surprised,” Bullet pressed his hands against the ground and with a grunt pushed himself back up to his feet, “Welp… This fight’s ain’t over yet. Get up.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your hair in a knot.” Quill huffed with a smirk as he pushed himself off the ground, wobbling a bit as he regained his balance before standing back on his feet. “You ready?”

“Been ready,” Bullet popped his neck as he walked towards Quill and without another word, he took a step forward and delivered a swift punch across his face. Stumbling back a bit, Quill stabilized himself before twisting his body and snapping into action, slamming his fist into Bullet’s jaw.

The Commander winced at the strike and fired back quickly with one of his own directed at Quill’s chest, and another at his shoulder, dropping his elbow down on it. The Dragon King retaliated with a swift swing of his foot, kicking directly into Bullet’s armpit before bringing his leg back down, only to strike once more with a strong calf-kick, as if to counter the strike, Bullet met Quill’s kick with one of his own. Their legs slammed together bringing both of them to bite their tongues to prevent a yelp.

Bullet dealt a quick jab to Quill’s face and spun around to deliver a spinning backfist across Quill’s jaw. Using the backfist’s momentum, Quill spun around himself before delivering a punch to the side of Bullet’s ribcage, and quickly cocking his other arm back to send a strike directly into Bullet’s nose, wincing as his knuckles strained due to hitting their target.

Bullet grabbed Quill by the back of his head and reared back his own to slam his forehead into Quill’s nose. Followed by two knees to his liver, the last one being powerful enough to have Quill nearly buckle his legs. Bullet let go of Quill’s head and performed an overhead left to his nose to knock him to the ground. Nearly falling with the momentum and stumbling forward catching himself and stopping himself from falling with him.

Quickly maneuvering himself, Quill brought his right arm up and delivered a powerful uppercut to Bullet’s chin before standing up and slamming his left fist directly into Bullet’s sternum. Leaning into the motion of his own body, Quill brought his right leg up and delivered a swift kick to Bullet’s liver before bringing his leg back, spinning around into a back kick and striking Bullet’s sternum once more with his left leg.

Stumbling back and catching himself, Bullet jogged forth and feinted a punch before going for a tornado kick to Quill’s jaw, forcing blood out of his mouth. Bullet fell down to all fours before slamming his head into Quill’s gut and wrapping him in a bear hug. With a grunt, he picked him up and slammed him back down before picking him up and slamming him down again. He then let go of Quill and let him stay on the ground all so he could drop his knee on Quill’s Adam’s apple to cut off his breathing, keeping his knee there as he started hammering away at Quill’s nose.

Letting out a choking gasp, Quill wheezed at the lack of air and the attacks to his nose, but quickly he used his legs to snap at Bullet’s arm, wrapping around them in an armlock. Quill then grabbed onto Bullet’s hand and began to twist, as painful as it was, in order to either break Bullet’s arm or get Commander to get off of his neck, whether by throwing him off or if the Commander got off voluntarily. But Quill looked directly at Bullet, choking out a snarl, as he stared into his opponent’s soul.

The Commander got off of Quill before coming back down and smashing his throat, then getting off of him again and shoving Quill against the ground to try and break free of his grip. Gritting his teeth, Quill pulled in as much breath as he could - which admittedly wasn’t much - before twisting his entire body in a single, violent jerking manner until he heard a crack and snap in Bullet’s arm before letting go, rolling back onto the ground and scrambling back to get a bit of breathing room.

Bullet ran towards Quill and like a complete psychopath, twirled around and slapped Quill across the face with his broken arm. Using the momentum he punched Quill’s temple with his good arm to force him back. Sucking in a painful breath, Quill focused his energy on his left arm - his Nergigante arm - and in a few seconds, a single spike grew from the scales, hardening into black keratin in very little time as Quill swung his fist directly into Bullet’s ribcage. Snapping the keratin spike off of his arm with a forceful tug, Quill then swung with his other fist and punched the spike further into Bullet’s body.

Bullet coughed out blood but aimed it directly in Quill’s eyes to blind him, using his Devil Fruit, he gathered what he could find on the chunk of katchin to create a dagger. Taking a page out of his book, he stabbed the dagger into Quill’s shoulder that was connected with the Nergigante arm and slammed his fist into it like a hammer, digging the dagger so deep that it stuck out of Quill’s armpit. With that, Bullet raised his knee and performed a jumping strike to Quill’s chin to knock him to the ground and closer to the edge.

However, in the middle of the jumping strike, for a split second while Quill was off the ground, the Dragon King snapped his foot into Bullet’s chin, catching the Commander in a backwards flip kick. Landing on the ground and noticing how close he was to the edge, Quill gasped at the pain from the knife in his shoulder. Grinding his teeth, Quill got back up and let out a roar as he lunged at Bullet, getting low to the ground as he kicked one of Bullet’s feet out from under him. Using the momentum, Quill then spun around and slammed an axe-kick directly onto the back of Bullet’s neck before using it as a step stool to jump into the air and land an even more devastating axe-kick to the same spot.

Bullet snarled and punched the ground, the force of the attack knocking him back to his feet as Quill landed. Bullet jumped at Quill, and feinted a punch to his face but in reality, went to punch Quill’s knee. When he was there, he grabbed his leg with his one hand and picked him up using his shoulders and slammed him onto the ground. Once Quill was down, Bullet used his Devil Fruit once again to create another dagger and stuck it right into his knee and formed a hook at the end of the dagger so it got stuck into it before quickly backing away from Quill before he could counter.

Quill’s eyes went wide at the dagger now stuck in his knee. Snarling with pain, Quill looked at Bullet for a moment as he sat up, before his eyes landed on the dagger in his leg. With his head pounding painfully, Quill’s already rapid heart rate increased as the Dragon King reached over to the knife in his knee and with a single swift motion and a spray of blood, tore the dagger from his body. Gritting his teeth, Quill got back to his feet and glared at Bullet, reaching over and taking the dagger out of his shoulder as well, using his magic to sear both sides of the wound closed. Gasping at the pain in his leg, Quill willed himself to stay up as he tossed both daggers off the side of the chunk they were fighting on and into the void.

Slowly, Quill began taking slow, shaky steps towards Bullet, his breathing getting heavier with each step he took. He looked like a rabid animal that was on the verge of lashing out as he approached the 9th Commander. As he got into range, Bullet fed him a backhand across the face and went to wrap his waist with one arm and performed a one-armed German Suplex. Quill as his head struck the ground, gasped in pain before he lifted one of his legs up and smashed it down onto the same spike that Quill had previously stabbed into Bullet. Tearing himself from Bullet’s grip, the Dragon King then got back up and lunged forwards, piercing that exact spot and ripping out the spike from Bullet’s body, his hand and the spike now covered in blood. Quill then leapt back so Bullet couldn’t counter, wincing at the pain in his leg.

Bullet pushed himself to his feet, blood spurting out of where Quill had pulled out the spike, once more he ran towards Quill and jumped up to perform a donkey king not at Quill’s chest, but directly at his knee. With a snap crackle pop, Quill’s knee bent in an awkward angle, the pain had forced him to let go of the spike. Bullet quickly grabbed the spike out of the air and with a primal roar stabbed it down in Quill’s other knee using his Devil Fruit to change the spike and lock it in place with his knee. Seeing Quill’s bad knee as bad enough, he started brutally beating down on the other to get it just as bad.

This would turn out to be a mistake as the pain that rattled throughout Quill’s body finally caught up to him, and like a rabid animal backed into a corner, Quill lashed out. Roaring with as much volume as magical roars, Quill threw his finger into Bullet’s shoulder, not stopping until he had completely pierced through it. He then tore his arm out of Bullet’s body and raked his clawed hand across Bullet’s face, before bringing his hand to the center of Bullet’s chest as it suddenly glowed. “Dragon King’s…” Quill spat out, blood dripping out of his mouth and down his chin. “Power of the End!” He roared as a point black magical explosion struck Bullet in the chest, sending the Commander flying backwards as Quill gasped.

“Fuck!” Quill coughed, before clapping his hands together, utilizing his Alchemy to grab the spike-turned-dagger. He then transmuted it in a way to get it out of his knee, turning it into a useless pile of metal before he threw it into the void.

Bullet was on his back and slammed the back of his fist onto the ground, turning part of the ground into a katchin gauntlet around his fist. Bullet fired off a rocket from his gauntlet’s elbow to knock him back up, “Knock me down all you like, Acnori… None of the shit you hit me is gonna take me down… Kahahaha…” Bullet started to march towards Quill, his fist started to get coated in a blue aura, using Ryuo Haki. Black lightning started to crackle around him, using his Advanced Conqueror’s Haki. “KAHAHAHAHA!” All Quill saw was this demon marching towards him, still marching despite all the damage he’s been dealt to.

Struggling to get up, Quill gasped as he barely got to his feet. “Bullet… I’ve got to hand it to you.” The Dragon King spoke, breathing heavily as he winced audibly at the pain. “You’ve pushed me further and further and further, to limits I thought would take years to reach.”

“...So you’re saying…” Bullet’s grin became wider, “...I’ve stretched you out. That’s kind of gay, Acnori.” 

Quill laughed, coughing in between. “Yeah, well… I did say I was Bi-!” Quill smiled.

“SHUT UP!” Before he could finish, Bullet sent his most powerful punch he’s made during their trading of blows, and socked him across the face. Feeling his brain and skull get fractured and rattled as the rocket from his elbow fired off and forced him to get closer to the edge. A mere step away.

“…” Quill was silent as he reeled from the hit. It seemed like he’d lost consciousness until he gently raised his right hand and pressed it against Bullet’s chest.

“...Ayo?” Bullet raised a brow, looking down at his hand.

“But I also said, you weren’t my type.” Quill coughed, opening his eyes as they had reflexively closed when the punch landed.

“Time Dragon’s…”

Quill’s eyes burned crimson as a surge of pain flooded every nerve and pain receptor, every wound that was accumulated over the course of their fight. The very molecules of Bullet’s body tore open his skin as blood poured out of his wounds.

“Quake!”

The force of the attack sent Bullet flying into the air and off the chunk they were fighting on, drifting into the void, but before he went, Bullet had one last thing he had to do… “...Artillery… Shot…” A blast of katchin slammed into Quill and knocked him to the ground and almost sent him off the edge, but Quill bit down on the edge and prevented himself from falling off. Holding onto the edge with his teeth alone as Bullet fell from the sky and down towards the void, as he fell down he looked at Quill and raised his arm again, he could fire another shot but…

“...Nah…” He chuckled as he fell deeper, “...You fought well, Acnori… Go and see this through…” And like that, he was out of the arena, having been teleported to the stands.

Having heard Bullet’s last words before being teleported, Quill painfully pulled himself back up with his good limb, smiling through the pain as he took a moment to breathe. “Roger that, Douglas… Roger that.”